Summary: Athalia is too shy and insecure to express her love as Gale would like, creating insecurities in Gale as well. Remember to love yourself, friends!
Gift for @skelvron-keiman
I'm a huge fan of hers, and she's been having a tough time lately.
I wrote this fic to cheer her up, since I love her so much. The last bit of dialogue, before the !smut scene, is dedicated to you, Skel.
I know you'll never accept being surrounded by people who love you, but know that it's true.
pics by @foxtatodreams
The city of Baldur's Gate was bustling, as it was every morning.
The army of the Absolute, the constant earthquakes, the political changes… so many were the novelties shaking the great city. Already from early morning, this beating heart of the people could be heard outside the tavern windows.
The group had been accustomed to the much more sinister and mysterious sounds of the forest, the Underdark, and the Shadowlands.
By comparison, the city and its lively din were pleasant in their own way, even though it made everyone wake up with a certain alarm.
Gale turned several times in bed, blindly searching for the warm presence of his lover under the covers, before realizing that Athalia was not there.
Forcing himself to wake, he began to wonder if she had already risen, if she had already begun planning the day and the missions to be undertaken.
When his eyes began to search her room, searching for answers, he was shocked and even slightly saddened to see that Athalia was none other than sleeping in her bed, across the room.
She still hadn't fully accepted their relationship, and this broke Gale's heart, even though he understood sweet Athalia's insecurities.
She had never loved anyone before him, had never shared a bed, not even for the pleasure of a single night. She had grown up at court, in a glass bell, and later in the convent of Selùne.
Sleeping with her man was completely incomprehensible to her.
This, of course, didn't mean she loved him with all her being, but even so, she couldn't overcome certain barriers.
She still couldn't be completely uninhibited, free.
Gale would have given anything to free Athalia from her gilded cage of insecurities, naivety, and good manners.
He wanted so much to see what Athalia was capable of, if only he knew how much Gale would love every single aspect of her, without judging her or inhibiting her.
Even making love to her was torture.
Every time Gale wanted to worship her, celebrate her, as his new and unique Goddess, Athalia felt ashamed. She closed herself up like a shell, clasped her hands over her mouth, hiding her sighs of pleasure, blushed, and looked away.
So sweet, so unreal.
In Gale's eyes, she was a vision, a unique creature. No woman was like his Athalia; he loved this aspect, so delicate, so celibate.
And yet he would have given anything to feel her more, to see her not be ashamed.
What was there to be ashamed of?
Perhaps he still made her uncomfortable?
As these thoughts swirled through Gale's head, he noticed Athalia begin to gasp and turn in bed, until her barely open eyes met his.
Athalia smiled as if she'd seen the sun of her day, already in a good mood. Gale couldn't help but smile back, enchanted by the beauty of that woman's appearance and manner, with a single smile and her eyes still half open.
A dream.
How lucky he was.
But he didn't want to push her.
If she'd slept alone, he didn't want to invade her space, and Gale simply got up and pulled the screen forward to change. He packed his backpack for the next adventure, read a few spell books, considering which were most useful for the type of missions that awaited them.
He waited calmly for Athalia to come to him, to give him the first kiss of the day.
When he smelled that sweet, fresh scent of citrus and fruit, he immediately turned, realizing that the long-awaited moment had arrived.
"Hello, Gale."
She still called him by his name. She didn't yet have the courage or audacity to call him anything other than Gale.
Gale, for his part, had never dared to call her anything saccharine, so as not to rush her or make her feel inadequate.
"Athalia."
They pressed a gentle kiss on each other's lips.
Sweet, like that of someone who has truly known each other forever.
They headed with their companions, Karlach and Astarion, into the streets of Baldur's Gate, intent on investigating the Bhaalite threat that was stalking the city in the shadows.
Gale hadn't had the courage to talk to Athalia about why the previous evening, as soon as he'd closed his eyes, she'd left what he considered "their" bed.
Maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought, maybe she was just uncomfortable; after all, that was a bed designed for one person.
As he was freed from his thoughts, Athalia exclaimed,
"No. Something doesn't add up."
Gale blinked several times to get out of his world of thoughts.
"Excuse me?"
"Something's eluding me. I can't figure out how these things connect. We need to go back to the murder scenes outside the city."
"Nooooo… I've gotten used to that lovely fireplace and the room service"
exclaimed Astarion, desperately.
So, the group packed up and returned to the refugee camp, near the circus and the sanctuary of the Open Hand.
When evening came, instead of returning to the city, as in the old days, they packed up their gear and set up camp near an old barn, where they usually set up camp before they even entered the gates.
Late in the evening, with the stars high in the sky, Athalia approached Gale's tent.
"Can I?"
This startled the wizard.
"Could she? Athalia, really?" he thought, but his thoughts weren't entirely hidden, and a frown crossed his face.
"Why do you ask? Of course you can."
Athalia made her way into the tent, clinging to the wizard.
"Am I bothering you?"
Her voice was innocent and pure; she wasn't trying to attract attention by getting her beloved to say the obvious. She was genuinely concerned.
"Are you kidding?"
Gale didn't hold back, and the remark came out completely naturally.
He closed the book he was reading and faced Athalia, trying to be transparent.
"You don't sleep with me, you just call me 'Gale,' and you ask me if it's you who bothers me? No! Good heavens, no! You never bother me, for the love of the Gods, I love you, Athalia!"
Athalia simply replied, looking at him with her huge, ocean-blue eyes. She didn't add anything, she didn't respond with words, she seemed to lack the courage.
Gale hesitated before speaking again, his lips thinning to a slit.
He hoped Athalia would say something, but he immediately regretted the way he addressed her.
Had he hurt her? Maybe he'd been too blunt.
"Don't you feel loved by me?"
Athalia asked, as soon as Gale opened his mouth to speak.
"…No! I would never say anything like that!"
Gale held her close, to chase away all those demons from both of them. To feel the body of his beloved little Athalia, all his, in his arms.
"I'm just afraid you don't have the courage to love me. I don't doubt that you have sincere feelings for me, just as I do for you. I'm just afraid you're not ready for certain things."
Athalia's arms tightened around Gale, returning his embrace.
"I-…"
A long sigh, muffled by the wizard's robes.
"I've never loved anyone before, Gale."
Athalia pulled away from his embrace to look him in the eyes.
"I don't even understand why you love me."
Gale, contrary to his intentions, didn't react excessively to that statement. He wanted to stand up and give a detailed outline of all the things he loved about her, as if he were presenting a scientific thesis.
But instead, he simply smiled tenderly, took her hand, and kissed it.
"My love…"
Athalia squeaked at those words.
"I know that no matter what I tell you, you won't believe me. Any rational explanation, any tangible fact, you'll turn into a fantasy and settle for believing you're not enough. But you, to me, are everything."
Another kiss, on the knuckles of Athalia's delicate, small hand.
"Let me hear you."
Another kiss, this time on the inside of her palm.
"Listening to you is all I have to truly show you that I love you."
Gale brought Athalia's hand against his cheek, against his stubble. Athalia's thumb gently caressed Gale's lips, while hers closed like a shell, narrowing to a slit.
Athalia kissed Gale, with love, passion, ardor.
A kiss of pure love.
A kiss that began to grow more and more lustful, hot, passionate.
Athalia pulled Gale down, while she straddled him.
She broke the kiss only to sit up and settle herself on top of him as he grew hard.
Gale, taken aback, blushed until his face was almost purple.
"W-What are you doing?"
Athalia began to pull down Gale's pants from under her robe. With a final bounce, she settled herself on top of him.
A hot, lustful sigh escaping her body.
Oh g-gods
Gale impulsively gripped her thighs with both hands, dropping his head into the pillows behind him with a deep moan.
"I'll let you hear me."
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I didn't mean to make this fic too HOT but if you want me to continue with the more spicy part, let me know!
soft nsfw - short novel
Gale x F!Reader
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"Gale, can you help me?"
His eyes rose from the book he was leafing through, only to meet yours, high above him.
You stood before him, holding something in your fist. Your eyes were soft and gentle, waiting for an answer.
Gale stood up quickly, but only after blinking a bit to wake up from the sight of you. He would never get used to the idea that you had been his for a few weeks now.
Your hands delicately dropped a chain with a small but colorful pendant into Gale's hands. A delightful necklace found on one of your latest adventures.
You turned around, turning your back on him and at his eyes, as sensual as you can be, you brushed your hair away from your neck.
"Could you…?"
Gale bit his lip, trying to hide how just that innocent sight of your body was already making him sweat.
"O-of course."
Gale's hands grazed your shoulders and then your neck as he placed the necklace on you. You felt his breath against your skin, and it made you shiver a little. Now that he couldn't look at you, you bit your lip with a shy, mischievous smile. You loved getting his attention, even with small gestures like this.
You knew he'd fastened the chain the moment you felt his hands against your shoulder blades, followed by his hoarse voice saying softly,
"Done."
A cuddle that caressed your skin, even if it was barely perceptible.
Even though he'd accomplished his task, you didn't turn around immediately. You hesitated long enough for him to lean even closer to you.
Only the Gods knew how much you drove him crazy.
That smell your hair released as it moved, the sight of your bare shoulders, your neck, your receding profile as you turned your back on him.
Gale gently pressed a kiss to your shoulder, shyly, letting out a sigh of pleasure that couldn't hide how much he wanted you in that moment.
His breath rasped against your skin as if he were undressing you with it alone, while his lips now slowly made their way to your neck.
A shiver ran down your spine, and the desire was so great it was difficult to remain perfectly upright.
As if he sensed your thoughts and what your body wanted, one of his hands reached around your waist.
First gently, and then more boldly, searching for the forbidden curves of your body.
His mouth began placing many delicate kisses along your neck, reaching your ear, while your chest rose and fell to the rhythm of deep breaths of passion.
"This body of yours…"
almost a growl, as if he could no longer control himself
His penetrating and sensual voice made its way to the most hidden parts of your pleasure, right to the center of your legs.
His hand tightened around the fabric of your clothes, acclaiming his carnal desire for you.
His body tightening against yours.
You felt his slow breaths, his growing erection, his lips against your jaw, working their way into every inch of flesh you were offering him.
The heat grew and radiated, from your chest, from your now overflowing cunt.
A desire so forbidden, so sudden.
What was he doing to you? Could he continue?
You longed with all your being for those hands resting along the curves of your body to reach the source of your pleasure and touch you passionately.
Suddenly, cold.
Your body alone, abandoned.
You whirled around to see that Gale had pulled away, completely impassive, as if nothing had happened.
The hand that had previously been against your flesh and your clothes was now delicately in yours, like a gentleman's.
"You're beautiful, my dear."
His enchanting smile, as if he were looking at a statue of Venus.
You, shocked.
"That jewel really suits you."
With a wave of his arm, he pulled you to him to plant a kiss on your lips, sweet and delicate.
You looked into each other's eyes as if only you existed in that moment.
"Keep it on tonight.
Only that, of course."
His voice suddenly deep and husky.
His wild eyes burning with passion.
An embarrassed squeak left your body uncontrollably.
That damn bastard,
like a match on fuel, you immediately caught fire.
With a feigned innocent smile, he planted another kiss on you, before going back to reading his book.
That night when, after so much waiting, you tasted his lips and enjoyed his kiss.
He was scared, you sensed it.
You could feel the tension in his body when, as soon as your lips touched and his hand timidly placed on yours, he jumped in a spasm.
That night when, after a second, you realized how much you needed each other. You threw yourself into his arms, you abandoned your body on his, and the kiss became more and more intoxicating.
Your whole body needed his whole body, one against the other. The weight, the flesh, everything.
Every touch burned,
every breath against your skin made you shiver.
You sank your tongue into Gale's mouth, and he welcomed it. Initially timidly, but soon they began to dance together, covered in labored breaths and sweet moans.
That night, you heard his voice wrapped in pleasure for the first time. Not the deep and reassuring one as always, but the wet one of desire.
Desperately desirous, every moan that came out of his mouth during that kiss said "I want you" without the use of words.
You understood his every desire perfectly, and you were already his.
That night when, Gale, to satisfy your deepest desires, used his magic to give you both a comfortable bed where you could continue your mutual attentions.
You didn't make him wait long.
Under his attentive gaze, which stared at you as if you were already deliciously naked, you lay down on that bed.
Your thighs tightened in a pleasant rubbing, while his eyes fixed on you were already making you enjoy copiously.
You almost felt embarrassed at the idea of how wet you were, and at the image that Gale would witness.
Was it ridiculous to excite for so little?
Would you make yourself ridiculous?
Suddenly all your confidence disappeared, and you felt helpless in front of him.
Gale would have molded you like clay, and you, would have let him do it.
Biting your lip, you spread your legs slightly, inviting his body to abound with yours.
A delicate but mischievous smile appeared on his face.
Goosebumps accompanied his back, as he prepared to plough through you, tiny now, under him.
The weight of his body, increasingly consistent against you.
Crushed, helpless, excited, trembling.
Without realizing it, your legs tightened against him, almost trapping him.
The pressure of his erection stimulated your most delicate, desirous parts.
It was almost painful to feel how much you needed him.
A riot of kisses, of moans, of sighs, your mouths had become one. Hungry but always delicate, venerated, in total harmony between desire and respect.
That night where you undressed, slowly, each other.
You finally saw each other both naked, this time for real and not just in your dreams.
You gently caressed Gale's chest, furrowed by the mark of his damnation, now shining like a miracle on earth.
He jolted, like a wild animal that had never been touched by a benevolent hand.
You felt his breathing, both with your hand against his chest, but immediately after also against your neck.
Warm, reassuring, yet exciting, tremendously.
Only the Gods were witnesses to how much you needed all this.
He no longer let you breathe normally.
You were a mess of panting, of jolts, you couldn't say anything anymore except his name, while he pressed against you, making you only savor his body and his carnal desire.
"G-gale-"
"Please.. please, please.."
"Ga.. Gale.."
"Love.. my love.."
Nothing more than that.
He was completely drunk on your voice, so excited, so submissive.
He tried to hold back, but he couldn't.
Every time you said his name, he couldn't help but grunt against your skin, alternating kisses with sweet bites.
Little sighs, moans and growls were furrowing your neck, your ear and your mouth as he fed on you and that moment.
"Yes.."
"Yes, my love, my beautiful love"
"Tell me, tell me.. please tell me what you want"
"You're so beautiful"
He couldn't resist anymore, none of you could.
It had become suffocating, it was as if you were drowning.
You didn't answer that request with words.
You reached out for his erection.
You felt his hardness, wet, soaked in precum.
A disaster of excitement.
He smiled against your lips, letting out a spontaneous and sweet laugh.
As your hands guided Gale to your entrance, your eyes did not leave each other for a second. The thing you both wanted most was to look at the fruit of your love with your own eyes.
Slowly, yet so determined, so sure, Gale made his way inside you.
His moan, mmmm...
so sweet and succulent, shivered against your skin as his head and his soft hair abandoned themselves against your shoulder.
Your eyes, projected towards the stars, were now on another level of pleasure.
His movements, so fluid, excited, trembling, yet scared.
He was sure that he would come at any moment.
The sensation of you, so wet, so throbbing.
He felt milked by you, as if your body wanted to empty him completely inside yourself.
He felt called by your walls, and every movement was a painful pleasure, ready to erupt.
Your voices were now echoing in the woods, slowly getting louder.
Your mouths wide open, your foreheads joined, sweat mixing.
Your movements, desperate.
One against the other, you pushed, you rubbed, you clung to his shoulders. He, with one hand on the bed and the other on your hips.
So beautiful, so damned, so desperate and necessary.
A magical sex, urgent, full of love, desire, longing.
Every attempt of yours to go slowly had gone to hell.
Every decency, decorum, embarrassment, everything gone.
There was no room for anything but that sex, pure and sincere.
You had never let anyone out with such heartfelt moans. You wanted to make each other feel how much you were enjoying it.
Please, feel how much your cock is making me cum, how hard you are pushing, how good you are fucking me, you are amazing,
God you are amazing.
Your head was only thinking about that.
Only Gale, Gale, Gale…
While your mouth was only saying
"OH GALE PLEASE.. PLEASE…"
"YES.. YES.. THAT WAY.. THAT WAY"
"MMM YES YES YES Oooooh GOD"
He was equally exasperated:
"God.. you're.. you're so- Mmm"
"I can't, oh God Tav I can't, yes yes"
"So beautiful, so damn beautiful, please-"
"Please oh please.. let me cum inside you"
You gasped.
Was he really that close?
It felt like half an hour had passed, maybe even more.
In reality you had only been fucking for 5 minutes, but you were already at the limit.
Could he come inside you?
There was no danger of any kind, there were a thousand ways to avoid a pregnancy between potions and spells.
You didn't think, they weren't your thoughts.
It was all too beautiful, too exciting.
You were there, you were there too.
You no longer had control of your body, which was holding onto him, which was rubbing, which was banging against him. You no longer had control of your voice and your thoughts, it was completely drowned inside him
"Yes yes.. Yes Gale fill me! Please.. I want to feel you"
"Ooh god-"
"Yes yes-"
"Tav-"
His thrusts could have broken your pelvis, so strong, desperate, deep. Yet you felt them so sweet, skin against skin, both of you sunk into those pillows and that mattress.
His cock completely erupted inside you, while your walls accompanied him, making him spit out every drop.
Abundant sperm dripped from your vagina, greasing his balls and your buttocks.
Sticky, mixed with your fluids, completely wet and greasy.
Your sweaty skin, your breaths so deep, like the waves of the tide.
That orgasm, reached in a few minutes, had exhausted you.
It had been so spontaneous, so fast, so much desired and awaited. You would never have enough of orgasms like that.
Not even for that night.
You would have, later on, more passionate nights.
Nights of oral sex, where Gale would eat you like his last meal, making you feel a pleasure never felt before in your clit.
Nights where you would have him glued to a wall, sucking him for everything you hold dear in the world, filling your mouth and throat with his release.
Nights of wild sex where Gale bent you against his desk and fucked you until you couldn't feel your back anymore, crushed by his hands against the wood of the table.
Nights of sex with hours and hours of cuddles, massages with essentials, kisses, caresses, without ever coming, but pleasure without time.
Those nights would accompany your life forever, but THIS night, it had gone like this
Gale x Tav(named) sfw silly fiction
Warnings: !mention of sex
Summary: Lately, Gale has failed to show his love to Tav (named: Athalia) and has always ended up in an embarrassing situation. He tries to give it his all, preparing a special evening for her
this fic is a gift for my beloved and talented @skelvron-keiman who I always thank for all her beautiful drawings of Gale that feed the galemancers community.
Her birthday is in a few days, and I wanted to give her this little gift.
Happy birthday, Skelvron
It was only a few days before they reached Rivington, and they were looking for a way to enter the city.
They had already helped the refugees, solved a crime at the Open Hand Temple, helped the people of the Circus of The Last Days.
Each of the traveling companions soon found themselves having to face their own destiny.
The situation was far from calm, and this, unfortunately, could be seen in Athalia's increasingly tired and disheartened face.
In those days, Gale had tried to be close to her as best he could, but by now the number of people they were traveling with had made the situation… embarrassing.
It was no longer a secret to anyone how much Gale loved Athalia, and thanks to Astarion's non-existent tact and his jokes, everyone now also knew about their night together in the Shadowlands.
Since then, however, things had become more complicated for the two of them.
But especially for Gale.
Arriving in Rivington, at the gates of the city of Baldur's Gate, where Athalia is from, Gale had immediately tried to surprise her with a nice gesture, hoping to make her feel at home right away. He had prepared a typical Baldur's Gate dinner for her, he had meticulously bought all the ingredients and as soon as they returned to the camp, he had immediately started working to give her a peaceful evening.
That same evening, however, completely unexpectedly and without warning, a young girl, Yenna, joined them at the camp.
An orphan that Athalia couldn't help but invite to stay with her, given her difficult situation.
That same evening, Yenna decided to thank Athalia for her hospitality by preparing dinner herself, and obviously Athalia explained to Gale that it was time to step aside, so as to make the little girl feel at home, and accepted by everyone.
Gale understood perfectly, Athalia's good heart was one of the reasons why he loved her so much. Despite this, his attempt to show her love and tenderness ended up forgotten just like his dinner.
That same evening, Gale hoped to make up for that sad performance with some "special cuddles" for which he had also studied some new spells to surprise the sweet Athalia before sleeping.
But as soon as Gale began his love ritual to propose a night of passion to her, Yenna interrupted them immediately, timidly asking if she could sleep next to Athalia.
The little girl was scared and couldn't sleep, and obviously Athalia said yes, sending Gale to sleep somewhere else so as not to upset the little girl.
Or when, having arrived at the circus, he had glimpsed many couples approaching a Dryad who was proposing a "Love Test" to them. He dragged Athalia closer with an excuse, knowing that she herself would never have resisted the temptation to try something similar. He even pretended to be surprised, as soon as Athalia, lively and cheerful, asked him "Do we want to try, Gale?"
What one doesn't do for love.
Too bad they couldn't even immerse themselves completely in the romantic atmosphere, that the Dryad turned out to be Orin, ruining any hope for Gale to give a minute of love to his beloved Athalia.
Even more embarrassing, was going to resolve some issues at the Sharess' Caress, when suddenly, two Drow proposed to him and Athalia to join them. This caused no small embarrassment and no small jokes for the rest of the day by their companions who watched the scene amused.
In short, every time Gale even vaguely tried to approach her to show her love, or to create an intimate and romantic environment to be with her, something prevented him.
It wasn't really surprising, after all, they were on a dangerous and important adventure, regardless there had never been room for love. This hadn't stopped them from getting closer, though!
In fact, it was thanks to all that danger and that difficult situation, that the two of them had fallen in love with each other.
For the moment, Gale stopped trying.
Forcing something like that was only leading to ridiculous and embarrassing situations, which only drove them apart.
Finally, once they had crossed the doors of Baldur's Gate, Gale had time to plan a new strategy.
They had settled in a tavern, the Elfsong.
As they carried their weapons and baggage to their room, Gale could not help but notice the beautiful terrace on the top floor of the building.
A simple, romantic and, above all, secluded place.
The plan was simple:
Keep everyone adequately distant, bring Athalia up there with an excuse, and surprise her with a candlelit dinner overlooking her beloved city illuminated by the lights of the night.
Easy, right?
He explained to Karlach, Wyll and Astarion to keep Athalia away from the tavern. She was quite surprised when Gale, her trusted mage companion, refused to go on a mission that day with her. He said he was feeling unwell and preferred to stay in the tavern room, so he could take advantage of it to do some research.
His "Research" took up all day.
He had already bought a good bottle of wine, a nice dress for both of them, to leave hers on her bed with a note telling her to go up to the terrace.
Now he only had to think about dinner, which he would have a hard time cooking now. So he took care to go to the tavern canteen and order some food that he would then take to the terrace.
"Good" he said to himself.
While he was ordering dinner in the great hall of the tavern, where he had elaborately chosen all the dishes that Athalia loved the most, she entered through the main door.
Karlach, Wyll and Astarion behind her, gestured to Gale to stop everything he was doing.
Gale jumped, almost falling off the bar stool
"MY LOVE-"
"Gale? Are you feeling better?"
Athalia asked, quite surprised to see him in the tavern's great room, sitting at the bar
"Absolutely… no! I would say not"
he replied with a winking smile, trying to remain calm. He took her hands, trying to look serious and genuinely concerned
"I came here to eat something, you know, maybe it would help me feel better"
"I see…"
"So, Mr. Dekarios, to recap" the tavern's host came forward, notebook in hand
"We have the appetizer with the platter of typical products, two steaks from the Sword Coast and the custard dessert. Do you want the steaks rare or well done?"
A long minute of embarrassment followed.
"Do you eat so much when you're sick?"
Athalia asked, visibly worried
"YES, I mean no. Not always, maybe it's the Orb's fault, who knows?"
Gale started stammering, always trying to stay calm, even if he was visibly sweating. He also hit the counter twice with his fist, in an attempt to make the innkeeper understand to get out of there quickly.
"But what are you doing here, my beloved darling? The city needs you!"
Gale continued, trying to push her away from the counter
"Yes, but the clues of the murders led us to the tavern kitchen. That's why I came back"
"THE KITCHEN, of course. So, I'll leave you to your "heroic deeds" and go back to my room to lie down in the hope of feeling better soon!"
Gale replied, turning around her and heading towards the stairs that led to the rooms.
"O-ok.."
Athalia replied, looking at him suspiciously, clearly worried.
As Athalia headed into the tavern kitchens, the rest of the party alternated between embarrassed facepalms and encouraging OKs to him.
As Athalia and the others disappeared around a corner, Gale took off in a clumsy and fatal run up the tavern stairs, hoping to reach the room as quickly as possible. He entered like a tornado and threw himself on his personal trunk, quickly grabbing as much stuff as he could.
"Do you need a hand?..."
a voice behind him
When he turned around, Shadowheart, Halsin and Minthara were standing there, staring at him in concern.
"I hate to say it, but YES. I need a hand"
he exclaimed, standing up, his hands barely able to hold everything he had taken from the trunk
"Put this dress and this note on Athalia's bed" Gale continued, handing the ready-made dress to Minthara
"Do you really think you can surprise a woman by telling her how to dress"
Minthara pointed out, raising an eyebrow
"This is not the time, Minthara"
Gale barked at her, nervous.
"Halsin, please go get my dinner down at the counter and take it to the terrace. Shadowheart needs you to be my lookout because Athalia could come up any minute. I need to change and set up the terrace for dinner."
"Don't worry Gale, no problem."
"I'd like to say it's romantic, but it seems like a recipe for disaster to me."
"Can we stop commenting on what's happening?!" Gale replied again, nervously, as he quickly headed to the terrace.
Shadowheart was probably right, but he had been fantasizing about this romantic dinner too much to let it go. He ran to the terrace and began setting the table, lighting the candles, preparing the bottle of wine. As he put on his best suit he had just bought, he didn't have time to finish tying it when he heard the door open behind him.
"Halsin, is that you? Did you get your dinner?"
He turned, and behind him was Isobel, embarrassed and bewildered, staring at him, Athalia's dress in her hands.
Gale's blood ran cold in his veins, and minutes of awkward silence followed
"They told me it was your doing… What is it?"
"Who gave it to you?"
"The drow."
"By the gods sake.." Gale blurted out.
Following Isobel, Minthara herself came out of the terrace door, her face looking annoyed and... annoyed.
"It wasn't difficult, Minthara," Gale began to point out.
"The. Bed. Of. Athalia."
"You think it has her name on it, you imbecile? I saw a bed with Selúne's stuff and I put the dress on it"
Gale began to mutter a series of insults, some understandable and some not, while Minthara, looking him over, continued:
"Your dress is badly put on."
"I KNOW, MINTHARA! I KNOW."
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Isobel asked, still embarrassed and confused.
"Put it on, it sure looks good on you" Minthara replied quickly
"NO!" Gale growled, pointing a finger at her
"We still have time to save the situation. Take that to Athalia's bed along with the note"
while Gale was explaining this, Shadowheart quickly stepped in, exclaiming
"Athalia and the others just went up to the room"
"Great" Gale replied
"Yeah well, they don't seem in a good mood at all. I don't know what happened but I think-"
"No! No! Absolutely not!" Gale replied, pointing a finger at the 3 women in front of him
"Okay maybe she won't have the dress but it doesn't matter, there's still wine, dinner and the view, it can still be a nice evening"
He lowered his voice and combed his hair, trying with all his might to remain calm
However, his voice stopped in his throat, when Athalia herself appeared on the terrace, followed by the rest of the team.
She was covered in blood and mud, her face shocked.
It was not clear if she was more shocked by what she had been through, or by the situation she was facing
"L-Love..!"
Gale stammered, smiling embarrassed
"They kidnapped Lae'Zel"
Athalia replied, in a thin voice, while everyone stared at her. Her eyes almost on the verge of tears and her fists clenched at her sides
Everyone remained in an icy silence.
"And here… the dinner!"
Halsin appeared, raising a cloche with the two steaks underneath, completely unaware of what had happened a few seconds before.
Gale nodded disheartened, without adding anything.
GALE was the vocal one during sex. He was helpless and mewing half the time. His hands pawing and clawing at your hips with his head thrown back. He tried to watch you ask much as he could, but his eyes would slip shut. Especially when you anchored your hands on his chest to give yourself a better angle, to have more leverage. He was a mess of moans and panting out your name like a prayer. Every few rolls and snaps of your hips he'd groan and whine, a soft noise, quiet, deep from his chest.
"That's it- God's, that's lovely. You're wonderful at this, are you- ah-" A sharp moan left him, his hands gripping the meat of your ass. He kneaded it, using it to help you fuck him just the way he liked. "I worry I might not survive this.." He swallowed hard, choking back a pathetic whine. "My love.. You're a delight-"
He couldn't help it. You sounded like an animal, your keening moans and open mouth cries. You had made his dick creamy, like a crown at the base. His pubes sticky, navel tacky. You'd come once or twice on his cock. He loved that. He loved feeling those pillowy walls clench around him, trying to milk him for everything he had and more.
"I can't last- not like this-" His hands shook. He was tempted to pull you off of him, so he could have a breather. He was no stranger to edging, you found this wildly hot. How he'd force himself to pull out, panting against your neck in between mouth mouthed kisses on your neck.
Instead, he rolled you over, your legs hooked around his waist from the position change. He pressed your thighs to your chest, angling them apart. He pistoned into with abandon, the wet slaps mixed with your combined moans was a symphony of sin. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes barely open.
"Look at me. Please." He was barely able to get the words out. His chest tight from the gasps for air, it was like your hot cunt squeezed the air from his lungs. You couldn't deny your wizard what he wanted, such a simple request. When your eyes met, one hand left your thigh to hold your cheek. "Hello, my love.." His words soft and sweet. So sweet. It went straight to your pussy. She was battered by all the attention he'd given her. It was all too much, he was pounding all rationality from you. The waves of another orgasm threatened to crash over you and sweep you away. Gale knew this. From the beginning he was so in tune with what your body was doing.
He used his shoulders to keep your legs pinned, his now free hand dropping down to circle your clit with precision. He felt the grip on his hair tighten, nails raking his back. "That's it, my sweet. Absolutely divine. Like you're a gift from the gods themselves.."
His hips stuttered, eyes fluttering as your cunt clenched him. "Gods above and below.." He buried himself one last time, staying in place as he spilled himself deep inside. His legs trembled as his seed coated your walls. he didn't pull out right away, his face resting into your neck, breath wavering.
His cum oozed out in thick gobs with every twitch and flutter from both of you, ruining the sheets.
A/N: Ok, so I wanted to have a go a a romantic, Austen-esque, fluffy, soggy, sexy love-scene. I am a Pride and Prejudice girlie, and this was definitely inspired by the artwork i've seen floating around of Gale as Mr.Darcy. I STILL BLUSH WHEN I POST SMUT.
In the forest, away from camp, the rain fell heavy, warm, and welcome. After enduring the stagnant shadows of the curse for so long, Tav reveled in the sensation of the heavy droplets drenching her. She longed to feel the rain soak all the way to her bones, washing away the blood and shadow clinging to her skin. She craved cleanliness, yearning to return to the warm embrace of nature before being pulled back onto the road to Baldur’s Gate, where fresh burdens would undoubtedly litter the streets of her city.
Baldur’s Gate... The Upper City... Her home. Where her expectant fiancé no-doubt awaited her return, eager for her to forsake her studies of magic and join him as agreed in their betrothal. It was a future that demanded sacrifice—her independence, her magic, her heart—all in exchange for providing for her family. This was the destiny that loomed if they completed their quest, and time was slipping away like sand through an hourglass.
So, she lingered in the rain a while longer, relishing the freedom of being a fearless adventurer, a woman unbound, her soul still wild and untamed. She would postpone the inevitable, if only for a few rain-soaked hours.
Her thoughts drifted, as they often did, to Gale. His anger still lingered like a storm cloud after their battle against Ketheric. She had urged him to resist the call of his Goddess, to spare himself from becoming the sacrificial weapon to slay the absolute. In doing so, he had shed his mantle of martyrdom, stepping away from the edge of his perceived heroism. And in the aftermath, when the adrenaline faded and victory cries hushed, she sensed his resentment.
At the height of his struggle, she had hoped he wouldn't need convincing. She had hoped his own worth would shine brightly enough to dispel the dark intent of Mystra's decree, and that he would have enough faith in their companions, in her, to find another path. She had believed their bond ran deep enough for him to steadfastly choose to remain by her side, but she had been mistaken. He required persuasion, and it had nearly shattered her.
She understood he owed her nothing, that no formal declarations had been made. There were moments heavy with unspoken desire, where the air crackled with anticipation. She had savoured each lingering glance and flirtatious exchange. Yet now, she wondered if it had all been a fanciful illusion. How could he desire her when his heart yearned for a Goddess? When the sigil of his devotion was literally branded over his heart? She resigned herself to accepting that he would stay by her side a while longer, and would bask in his warmth for as long as she could.
“Tav!” A distant voice called through the trees, barely audible over the rain storm's fury.
She turned to see him striding purposefully towards her, embers of anger flickering in his deep eyes. Both of them were drenched, the rain pouring down so relentlessly that it only took moments to become completely soaked. His white camp shirt clung to his chest and abdomen, accentuating the contours of his muscles. The emblem of the orb was unmistakable through the fabric, as was the dark hair which spattered his chest, trailing down into the snug, rain-soaked leather trousers tucked into his boots. Heavy droplets cascaded down his nose and fell from his long lashes like tears, and he had pushed his hair back away from his face, so now only a couple of tendrils stuck to his forehead and his cheek. The shimmer of the water cast him in ethereal beauty, and his silver earring gleamed like a lone star in the night sky. He might as well have been naked, and Tav felt a rush of heat at the sight of him. He was divine, and he was furious.
“What are you doing?” His voice was coloured with fresh anger. “You will catch your death!”
“Death has tried to catch me once today, wizard,” she said in defiance, turning her face upwards to the burst sky and running her hands through her hair. “I would like to see him try again.”
“You are stubborn and infuriating to your core! You would not allow me to sacrifice myself, and yet here you stand in the middle of a storm, taunting death as though he is a pawn in your game of heroics.”
She had never seen him this inflamed; the cool bindings of his tightly-wrapped feelings had come loose to reveal a man smouldering with desperate intent. The fact he still saw himself as a sacrifice shot fury through Tav’s veins equal to that of the Wizard before her.
“Do not blame me for what happened today! Your derision is wasted on me. I regret nothing. You were not weak; you were courageous. Vilify me if you will; resent me and cast me aside. It is a price I will pay to know your light still shines in the world. But I take no credit for your act of bravery. That was all you.”
She felt tears spill their way out of her eyes, and she belligerently let them fall alongside the welcome rain, now angry that she was letting herself fall apart in front of him. She could see him subside; he had calmed from raging ocean to a still pond. He said nothing, just waited.
“Baldur’s Gate lies ahead, and so does the end of our journey. Soon I will be home. I will marry a man I do not love, to support a family who does not care for my happiness, and I will take my courage from you, from what you did today. Please grant me the blessing of knowing it was because you wanted to stay here, with me. Just let me have that, even for a moment, even if it isn't real.”
He stepped towards her, and she stepped back, as though it was the first move in a practiced dance. She knew he meant to comfort her; she was unsure how, but it did not matter. She could not bear it.
“No, please,” she pleaded, needing to be alone. Completely soaked by the rain, despite the warmth in the air, her skin was speckled with gooseflesh, her clothing clinging to her in soaked desperation. She felt ashamed and exposed in front of him. He was everything she wanted but could never have. Jealousy, anger, and longing burned within her. If he touched her, she feared she would flame to ash in his arms. “Please, leave.”
He gazed at her face, her damp skin flushed, her dark eyes deeper than he had ever seen them, the usual mischievous sparkle replaced with swirling fear and helplessness. He longed to comfort her, to hold her.
“You should not marry him,” he said, his voice nearly drowned out by the rain. The silence that followed was heavy with tension. She held his gaze, her tears halting along with her breath.
“I am acutely aware of the shackles that will bind you upon your return. The thought of it has seared my soul. I have seen people marry for all the wrong reasons—wealth, security, anything but love. Some found it suited them, others were torn apart. That fate is for the faint-hearted, and you are not one of them.”
This time when he stepped forward, she did not move.
“They are early spring, and you are blazing summer. They are dappled moonlight, and you are blinding sun. They are house cats and cart horses, and you are a wild thing. You should not marry him,” he continued, his sadness palpable in his eyes and voice. “You will wither.” The space between them felt heavy and charged, the air warm and heady in the humid rain shower. “You talked me down from my precipice; let me help you down from yours.”
She could bear it no longer. Meeting his eyes, she began to move with purpose. That was all he needed. Rushing forward, he pushed her back against the nearest tree. She mewled in surprise before his lips captured hers, soft yet determined.
“Gale..” His name fell like dropped silk from her parted lips. As soon as he heard it exhaled in breathlessness, all soft intent was washed away with the rain. His hands were everywhere, grasping at her soaked clothing, tangling themselves in her dripping hair, pulling her hips against him. The kiss was wet - rain heavy and so so desperate. His tongue danced with hers, in ways he had fantasised about alone in his tent. He had brought himself to ecstasy thinking about the touch of her tongue against his, about all the lust induced pleasure she could summon with it. He was desperately hard, unashamedly and wantonly pressed against her. He wanted her to feel the effect she had on him, how much he desired her in all her vexing, complicated, exquisite glory.
He had been angry, yes. He had been ashamed and guilt-ridden - but for reasons he did not expect. He did not feel as though he had let down Mystra, but that he had let down Tav. He had the opportunity to rid her of her burden, to strike down the threat which loomed over her head. She would be safe from the absolute, he could have given that to her, and she had talked him out of it. He felt like a coward, a meek ember undeserving of the vivid bonfire of a woman who had blazed her way into his heart.
He realised now, entangled with her in the wild rain, that he loved her. The simplicity of it was overwhelming. She was exceptional, and he loved her.
She had thought his feelings for her were wistful imaginings, but the truth was - he burned for her, he always had. Over the course of their journey, he had caught each glance with gentle hope and clutched them to him in times of darkness. He had saved every kind word and pressed them together into the pages of a book, to be taken out and skimmed through when he needed comfort. Her name was carved into his heart, and each beat belonged to her.
They broke apart, both panting and breathless from the force of their embrace and she laughed. The most beautiful, clear chime of a laugh which stirred his blood and flooded his veins with joy. He smiled at the sight of her, and with a wave of his hand created an invisible shelter above them to shield them from the rain.
“You couldn’t have done that before?” her pupils were so lust-blown the rich brown of her eyes were thin bands around black pools of desire, and her voice sparkled and danced through him.
He peppered light kisses along her jaw and down her neck, “And spoil your fun? I wouldn’t dare.” Her hands tangled in his hair in response, and she moaned as he licked away the rainwater which had gathered in the hollow of her throat.
“Lay down for me.” The grass beneath them was dry from his magic, and a soft purple blanket had been conjured out of nowhere.
She did as he was told, and the ease of her submission did something to him. She was wild, unpredictable and stubborn, and the way in which she melted and bowed at his touch, at his command, stirred him in a way he had not felt before. He was a man undone.
He spent time slowly undressing her, lifting the hem of her soaking wet shirt and kissing the plane of her stomach, working his mouth along the sensitive ridges of her ribcage, pushing her arms upwards so he could pull the sopping wet clothing over her head. As he lifted her arms he licked the curve of her breast, her collarbone, even her armpit. He wanted all of her, and she arched her back so beautifully under his touch that he could not bear to remove his mouth for even an instant.
“Gale, please.” He had never heard her voice so low before, so wanton and dripping with unfiltered lust.
“It is unlike you to be so well-mannered.” He teased between tonguing her damp skin “Where is the wild creature who has enraptured me so?”
Her response came in a moan so primal it could have been mistaken for a growl. She was an altar he couldn’t decide whether to worship at, or desecrate. He decided there would be time for both.
He peeled the rest of her clothes from her like the rind from a sweet fruit. Putting his mouth to every inch of flesh he uncovered. The rain mixed with the salt-sweet taste of her skin was fresh and heady, and he thought that no ambrosia could taste sweeter.
He proved himself wrong when he eventually pressed his tongue where she wanted it most, where her desire gathered like a fresh-filled rockpool. She was heavenly. Every moan he pulled from her was a claimed bounty, a treasure he would hoard till the end of his days. He dipped his tongue inside her, savouring her, coating his tongue with her and then swiping upwards to run over the small bundle of nerves which could undo her completely. Her hips bucked in response.
“Exquisite.” He said in between heated kisses.
“I want all of you inside me, please.” Her cry was more breath than words. Her fingers raked through his hair and the shocks of her touch ran all the way down his spine.
“You shall have me, my love. Body and soul, heart and mind. All of me, eternally.”
“Enough poetry.” She whined “Gale..”
“I want you to come against my tongue first, sweet girl. I want to taste your undoing.” He re-focused his attention back between her legs, completely devoted in his worship, intent on receiving the holy blessing of her exalted cries as she lost herself beneath him. It did not take long. His tongue was firm, his dexterous fingers stroked into her and curled to find the hidden place of her rapture. His face was lust-soaked, head spun with desire, he was drunk on her pleasure and he ground himself into the earth beneath him as she unravelled with a reckless cry. He did not stop, he coaxed her through it, tongue softening and fingers slowing their pace as her wave broke and the relentless tide retreated. Even when she was spent, he continued to kiss her intimately, revelling in the soft pulse of her muscles.
She drew him close, kissing him slowly and wantonly, savouring the taste of her own salt on his tongue. Pulling back, she gazed into his eyes, tracing the rough shadow of his beard with the pads of her fingers, fulfilling every longing touch she had yearned for. Returning the favour, she undressed him, their laughter mingling as they wrestled with his soaked leather trousers, finally leaving him as bare as she. With him above her, their bodies pressed together, anticipation sweetening the air between them.
“You are a marvel.” She whispered, tracing the vein-like mark that swirled under his eye, “I will spend each second proving to you that you made the right choice today. That the world is a brighter place for having you in it.”
“I am completely in love with you.” was his simple response, and the smile it earned him rivalled the night sky with its radiance.
“The feeling is entirely mutual.” was her teasing reply. He offered her a single soft, chaste kiss, before running his hands once again up her arms. This time to pin her hands above her head. She gasped at the sudden change in pace, and his eyes gleamed wickedly. He kept her small hands grasped in one of his, and slowly stroked the other down her body. Tracing a path to where she was still wet from desire and the focus of his tongue. Her eyelashes fluttered beautifully as his finger lightly brushed over her, and her sharp intake of breath told him she was still desperately needy.
“I’m going to need to hear you say it properly, Tav.” Briefly, his strokes became firmer, purposeful, stacking a pleasurable build back from the ruins of her last orgasm. And then, he withdrew his touch from her completely, leaving her bucking and helpless.
He kissed her throat and moaned against her skin, as he shifted his position to meet her heat. The tip of him pressed against her, and he had to dredge up every drop of restraint to stop himself pushing into her in one, hard stroke.
“Be a good girl, and say it.” Between the two of them, it was unclear who was more desperate, who was winning their little game. It didn’t matter in the end, the result was always going to be the same.
“I love you.” She met his eyes and poured every ounce of love-drenched sincerity she could into her words. She meant it. She would always mean it. And with her confession, Gale finally pushed himself into her, not breaking contact with the sparkle of her eyes as he moved himself inside her.
"Let me touch you, let me show you, please," she begged, her voice aching with desire. At her plea, he released her hands, and immediately her fingers roamed his body. Her pleasure soared as she finally explored him in ways she had only dreamed of, tracing faded scars and kissing each sun-browned freckle.
His pace remained deliberate, slow at first, savouring every moment as he pulled almost completely out of her before burying himself deep inside, revelling in her tight warmth. The pouring rain and distant rumble of thunder drowned out most of their passion's noise, but Tav seemed to take it as a challenge.
She matched his intensity, moving with abandon, grinding her hips against each dedicated thrust, enticing him to unravel, daring him to let go. And he did. His kisses turned into soft bites, caresses into bruising grips on her waist, her hips, the soft flesh of her backside.
Lovemaking turned to fucking, to pure desperation and relief. He rutted into her, primal and hot - the ability to speak a distant memory as all he could do was moan into her mouth as he approached his crescendo. He flipped her over, and placed one of his arms under her leg to move it upwards, and he fucked her into the ground. They were still soaked, and they didn’t know if it was from the rain, their sweat or their pleasure, neither of them cared.
He had angled her hips so he could move more deeply into her, and still wrap his arm around her to stroke her where she needed. It was exquisite. It did not last long. Tav threw her head back against his shoulder, and gasped out a choked cry as she clenched around him - wild and lost. The sensation of her was too perfect, and Gale followed her breathlessly and completely. All rhythm lost in the chaos of her unravelling orgasm.
As they descended from their high together, he gently turned her to face him, and kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, the pads of each fingertip.
“I love you” her voice was soft hope, he gaze a bright future. They would keep each other safe, and face each challenge with hearts and hands entwined.
“The feeling is entirely mutual.” He replied breathlessly, and her laugh mingled with the sound of rain and thunder to create the most beautiful music he had ever heard.
The Forest For The Trees - Fic Request (Gale x F!Tav)
A Gale smut piece requested by one of my OG readers @meglet1. Thank you so much for the request and for being you in general!! I seriously hope you like what I’ve written for you <3
18+ MDNI (This is SMUT/tags below)
Summary:
After Tav is nearly killed in a fight at Rivington Beach, Gale lets his fear get the best of him and a new couple spat ensues. Leading to a peaceful resolution :)
Tags: PiV sex, semi-public sex, inappropriate use of mage hand, oral sex (m and f receiving, including some choking), words of praise/encouragement, creampie, fingering (vaginal & anal), multiple orgasms, self-indulgent, some references to Tav having body issues.
Word count: 4.7K
Mind the tags, everyone. Fic below the cut:
“I decided to choose you and live, then you go off and almost get yourself killed!”
Gale wasn’t the type to air out his issues in front of everyone, but this time, he couldn’t shake the nervous energy off. Panic and anxiety of balancing on an uneven precipice, powerless. Just days ago, he chose to stay with Tav instead of doing as Mystra commanded him, deep in that haunting colony, where the Elder Brain resided and, because he decided to live, remained a threat to the entire Sword Coast.
Less than an hour ago, he and Tav returned from the beaches of Rivington with their companions. Running into a gaggle of rival gangs ready to slaughter each other. The guild, run by the infamous Nine Fingers Keene, and the new recruits of this Stone Lord everyone was talking about. Gale cared little for whose alliance went where. Not when Tav had decided to intervene right in the middle of things, doing her best to settle scores and ending up having to fight both of them.
In the crossfire, Tav was hit with an electrified weapon, a hammer imbued with thunderous damage effects that nearly killed her with the impact against her spine. Knocked down, she spent the remainder of the fight unconscious, no one having time to revive her until they’d finished the fight. Across a landscape of crime syndicate corpses, Gale watched with intensity as Shadowheart struggled to revive her. The image of her near dissolved heartbeat still aching within him, harsher than the orb. Gasping for breath at the last second when he thought he lost her forever.
She’d regained balance quickly, the powerful healing of Selune now imbued within Shadowheart’s fingers, even if she hadn’t quite gotten to admit it yet. Tav was walking normally, a little fatigued but nothing more than that. Which gave Gale the opportunity to stop being worried for her welfare and be upset instead.
“Do you know how close you came to death? How much I worried Shadowheart wouldn’t revive you? All for a bunch of criminals who would’ve cared for the dirt under their boots more than you!” Gale exclaimed as he paced around the hay shed at their camp outside Rivington. Tav followed, arms across her chest as she tried to contain a frustrated sigh.
“I wasn’t trying to get all of them against us. How many times has convincing people to cool their heads worked on this journey? Times we never expected! I didn’t think this would be an exception,” she replied, her voice soft but assertive in her own defense.
“That’s what happens when you expect things to work in your favour! We can never assume anything is an absolute certainty, and I’ve been saying this from the beginning. I know it’s in your nature to stick your neck out for people, but do recall that I gave up on what might be the heaviest task of my life so I could be with you!” Gale continued, letting his panic get the better of him.
Tav’s eyes widened, now no longer trying to placate. “Don’t you use that against me! My encouragement to have you stay with me is not a blank check to use against me when I do something you dislike. I asked you to stay because I love you! And I had no intention of starting a fight today, nor did I plan to end up in the state I did!”
This was around when the rest of the camp began to hear them arguing. Frigid looks turned their way by Shadowheart, Karlach and Wyll. Eyerolls and mischievous scoffing from Astarion. Jaheira simply shook her head and mumbled ‘young love’ under her breath. Gale pretended not to hear it.
She looked at him with such offense, eyes dotted with the threat of tears from his fury. Any motivation to be cross with her slowly waning each time his eyes met hers.
“I love you too! Which is why I’m so off put by what happened to you. I don’t want to see you putting yourself in danger and disregarding forethought! I don’t think you understand just how much I can’t—”
Gale didn’t finish the sentence, brought on by a fear that he’d overwhelm her in saying such an intense thing. They’d confessed their love in a spur of the moment, when the culmination of all they’d been through was knocking at the front door. Emotions were high, and while he meant every word he said, he didn’t want to cross a line and compromise the start of a wonderful thing with Tav. Deep down, he’d loved her from the moment he saw her, and each day he got closer to admitting that out loud. Precisely why he reacted with such fear to what happened at the beach.
Tav crossed her arms, an expression of seriousness he’d never seen before. Well, not directed at him.
“Can’t what? Don’t let this be the time you don’t use your words, Gale. Because I am this close to storming off,” she said, pinching her index finger and thumb together in an impatient motion.
“I can’t…live without…you,” he said, his voice starting loud and then slowly quieting as he completed the sentence.
The two of them stopped short, silence washing over them as his words sank into both their minds. Memories of their first night together flooding back, when he showed her everything he could offer. A beautiful experience in the Outer Planes, where their souls entwined within currents of raw weave. Expressing their new love in countless ways, too many for one evening, but they did all they could. Loving, tender, but despite it all, not real. Not bodies together, the physical exertion of passionate, violently yearning intimacy. Just what Gale became tempted with after he spoke those long awaited words, as the anger melted from his system and replaced itself with carnality.
There wasn’t time for Tav to respond. Astarion cut in with his usual mocking tone. “Would you two get a damned room? Your voices are grating and I’m trying to enjoy a nice glass of wine I stole from Last Light.”
“I knew that bottle was familiar!” Jaheira cried out, no longer paying attention to Gale and Tav.
Tav sighed, bothered by the chiding of their companions. She felt on the spot, watched in all the wrong ways. Gale gently grabbed her arm.
“Come over this way,” he demanded, short and impatient. Quite possibly the briefest she’d ever heard him speak.
He pulled her away from the camp, a short but fair distance from their companions. Clusters of bushes and broken trees began to fill the space as he brought her forward. The sun was setting above them, hues of paradisiacal magenta and orange above them, beaming through the shaking leaves. Tav didn’t have much time to gaze upon the natural beauty, for Gale led her as if running to safety.
“Gale, where are you taking me?! You’re pulling too much, I’m going to lose my balance,” Tav questioned.
A few seconds went by, Tav’s curiosity getting the better of her as she’d never seen him so flustered. Trees surrounded them, but not enough to block the bustling city lights of Rivington on one side and the fire of their camp on the other. Voices of Karlach and Lae’zel talking could still be heard from the distance they stood. Tav had never been to this side before, but Gale had a way of making her feel safe no matter where.
“Come here, love,” he said, his arms moving to hook around her waist as he pushed her gently against a large tree.
She had little time to take a breath before his lips were on hers, soft but with an ardent passion once resting in bubbling irritation, now sprouting into lust. Their bodies pressed together, hips against hips as Tav began to melt into his wandering touch. Her knees nearly buckled when his index finger grazed the ridge of her jaw, tongue caressing her own. Temptation to run her fingers through his wondrous hair was too great, that strange sensation of a near death if she didn’t, silken texture on her skin enough to forget about everything they argued about.
But his words hung loose in her mind, and she pulled out of the kiss for a moment. Their faces still centimetres apart as she whispered, “I can’t live without you either. I’m sorry I wasn’t careful.”
Gale rubbed his nose against hers, that playful, breathy grin plastered on his face. “Let’s just look out for each other, alright? It’s so easy to get ahead of oneself, and I love you too much to watch idle by and pray you know the risk. You are a powerhouse of might, my love, but neither of us is invincible.”
“I know, I know,” she said in a hushed tone, so whisper thin the crickets chirped louder. Night fell fast, unburdened by clouds and blanched with a sea of stars. Everything was perfect, a moment in time that both of them longed for since their first time together. Opportunities never coming soon enough as their arduous adventures took precedence over everything. Now was the time, when the sky’s darkness masked them from the rest of the world’s troubles.
Gale answered with peppering kisses down Tav’s neck, shivering at the supple softness against such a sensitive area. For the first time since before Mystra, he wanted something purely physical—mortal. Covered in the finite flesh of his new love, giving pieces of themselves as a simple reminder that they remained alive. He’d forgotten the lure of that desire, powerful and impossible to satiate without going the full way, being as close to Tav as humanly possible.
Cracked bark scratched the itches of Tav’s back, pressed ever harder with each kiss from neck to collarbone. Desire budding at the touch points of her body; at the tip of her breasts, the heat of her ears, the tingling between her legs. Those parts growing more swollen with want when she felt the brush of his palms around her waist, fingertips dipping under the hem of her shirt to tickle her lower stomach. They were like teenagers sneaking around behind a schoolyard, eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one saw them enjoy each other. A thrill long forgotten on both sides.
“Gale, won’t someone hear us? We’re still close to camp,” Tav said between laboured, lustful breaths.
“With all we’ve been through, I highly doubt they care. But to ease your anxieties,” Gale replied, waving his hand to create a violet purple dome around them, “A silencing spell.”
“Perfect,” she said.
With a quick maneuver, Gale unclipped the belt of her wrapped shirt, slowly folding the fabric over her shoulders. He took his time, relishing in the pull of cloth from skin, little reveals each second until she bore herself bare to him. A maroon brasier remained, almost black under the moonlight and slipping low. Enough to catch a glimpse of her nipples, begging to spring free from constriction. Meanwhile, Gale spread her longer shirt across the ground, using clothes as a makeshift bed—if not to remedy the future ache of his knees. He unwrapped his robes as well, left only in a white, linen shirt and trousers.
He could hardly concentrate, the beauty of Tav under the moonlight too transfixing to not stare upon. Fitted perfectly in her under clothes, the rise and fall of her chest teasing him without trying. Watching like she didn’t notice, but she did, and began to strip for his pleasure. Removing the straps of the bra first, slow against her shoulders, the perk of her breasts peeking out before the clasp snapped free. Gale stood before her, watching with a subtle grin.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Tav. Do you know how much? How I ache to the point of fever when graced with your presence?” He asked, voice dark with lust, a gruffness she didn’t hear when in the Outer Planes.
“Even as I am? No magic or beautiful strands of starry weave around me? Surely this can’t be as exciting as that time,” she said, not intending to be self conscious, but failing to keep that in check. Not a goddess, not a higher being in the form of a body, but just herself. Scars, blemishes, bad angles and all. Mortal in all the wrong ways.
“As you are is more than anything the weave could offer. Having you naked under the moon like this is a memory embedded in my mind for eternities to come,” he said, stepping over to her to help unbutton her pants. He ensured his fingers touched every part, no matter where, and his breath against her neck warmed and cooled.
“Oh, my, you give me no chance with words like that,” she said.
Between bountiful, romantic kisses, the rest of their clothes were discarded into the flattened pile. Too impatient to go somewhere with room to conjure a full bed, absorbed in the embrace of each other as they fell into the fabric. Tav straddled his waist, lowering down so she could still glide her tongue against his. Never wishing to part her lips from his for the rest of the night. Craving the push of his hands embedded in her skin, down her spine and over the hill of her ass, ending with a firm squeeze.
Not a single part of her didn’t feel something. Her nipples gliding against his chest hair, hardening them in seconds with the playful tingle at the tips. His hands finding purchase, amused enough to spank the right cheek with a hard enough force to have her yelp giggle and yelp out loud. And that irresistible grind of his growing erection pushing against her core, hastier than himself, simply begging to push into that tight, unoccupied hole. Just the beginning, and yet she already preferred being together like this, fully in tandem with each other, nothing but their beating hearts and heated bodies.
Eventually, both of them needed to take a breath, locked in a heated make out for a time they lost count of. Tav lifted her body up, back arched in pleasure as Gale followed teeth-first. Biting, sucking, licking her nipples, each side deserving of his equal attention. Delicate moans grew into hot, heavy woes of passion, caring little for noise control with the purple dome of silence above them. Saliva trailed down her breasts, her wizard so lost in the ecstasy of tasting those pink, round buds. Hugging her in his arms, moving his cock against her to feel the head getting wetter with her slick.
Tav whispered in his ear, fingers tangled in his hair, “Perhaps I should get into danger more often, if this is the consequence.”
Gale chuckled, muffled by the slide of his tongue around her earlobe, “No need. Should you want my services, all you have to do is ask. Nicely. With a very eager ‘please’. Now, I am on the precipice of sliding into you this instant. But I’d have you come first.”
Hands firm on her ass, he pushed her forward, legs buckling over as he laid down. Angling himself so her core hovered over his face as he continued, “On my mouth, darling.”
Unable to contain her giggles, she adjusted her legs to straddle the sides of his face. Too gradual for Gale as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down. Tav gasped from the heavenly sensation, his lips and tongue all over her pussy in seconds, nodding his jaw up and down to stimulate her slit with his stubble. His tongue moved with expert precision, letting Tav take control of the pace as he moaned into her cunt, slurping and sucking at her as if drowning himself in her essence. There wasn’t enough lip biting and stifled moans in the world to keep her from building up to a snapping orgasm, inch by inch as she swivelled her hips around his face. His nose jutted against her pubic bone, mouth focused entirely on her swollen clit, pushing her down to ensure she wouldn’t move away. Even as her inner thigh muscles shook with pleasured tremors.
At that point, she was using any superlative her blurred mind could conjure. An orgasm flowered within her, strong, hot and never felt in a very long time. She clawed his hair under her legs, twitching hips riding out a wet climax, dripping into his beard. A taste he’d never get enough of, buttery and sweet on his tongue. He’d be happy to suffocate under her in a bid to have her finish again.
Coming down wasn’t an option, continuing to flick his tongue against her clit even as her muscles relaxed. Sensitivity stung at her pussy, sharp hits of pleasure shining through with each feral moan he made. A sound so enticing, she melted for him, allowing his hands still on her ass to push her further forward, rear completely up. Behind her, he snapped his fingers, figments of magic beckoning around her in a light blue glow. Tav could barely pay attention, lost in the feeling of his tongue lapping at her cunt. Until two fingers pushed into her entrance, filling her quick but smooth in an electrified vibration. A mage hand, finger fucking her from behind. Taking her to a place of impossible pleasure, no choice but to let go.
As Gale sucked at her clit, muffled words came from below her, “Does that feel nice, my love? Can you cum all over my face again? That’s it, let the hand fuck you, good girl.”
“Gods above, Gale, I’m so sensitive! But fuck it feels so good!” She exclaimed, whimpering with each buck of her hips against his mouth, the hand following every angle so not a centimetre pulled out. Pumping into her tight walls, angling in just the right direction to have her shaking for a second climax.
“Let me help you even more,” Gale said, motioning his wrist to command the mage hand to push its thumb at the entrance of her asshole. Prodding in and out, gently easing in enough to thrust in the same rhythm as the fingers, slick sounds of sex invading her ears. She gasped at the hot tightness, cunt thoroughly stimulated in every way. It was perfect, hitting every spot just how she liked, and some she didn’t know existed. Gale was simply eager to please, laughing slyly as he felt her orgasm again.
Tav quaked at her second finish, overwhelmed with searing ecstasy. She cried out, “I can’t take it anymore, please! Too—too sensitive.”
The mage hand vanished with her command, easing the pressure of overstimulation palpating in her veins. Gale couldn’t resist one, soft kiss on her clit before letting her move off of him. Without her body to focus on, the ache of his rock hard cock snapped into awareness. Precum dotting the head, so stiff he feared it might break at the gentlest touch. Proven wrong when Tav brought her lips down to the tip, licking off the salty cum. Giving him a taste of his own medicine as he shivered in sensitive rapture. Both of them had a tendency to get carried away, as what was meant to be a simple tease with her tongue led to her taking his cock into her mouth. Using her hand to pump at the bottom of the shaft, too big to go all the way down.
Choking and sucking sounds filled the air as Gale writhed under the mercy of her mouth. Running her hand up and down his bare thigh, hypnotized by the lusty song of his satisfied whimpers. He wanted to tell her this wasn’t necessary, he enjoyed seeing her enjoyment. But as her throat coated his cock, he was rendered speechless. More so when she bobbed her head up and down, moaning through her nose as he gently joined her by fucking her mouth. Small, quick thrusts in fear of hurting her, but enough to make his calf muscles strain.
Spit and precum doused his cock as she lifted him out of her mouth, a raunchy ‘pop’ sound coming from her lips. Gale’s shaken, pleasured sighs covered the forest, stimulated by the cold air kissing the wet surface of his raised erection. Tav fawned over how it glistened, her core pulsing and tightening with the silent beg to be filled. Surely, she’d pass out if he wasn’t inside her immediately.
Gale exhaled deeply, shaking his head with unfathomable joy. “You will be the death of me. That felt…so good. I don’t even know how to describe it.”
She smiled, failing to contain the blush on her face. How she loved to know he was already satisfied. “We’re not done yet, my love.”
Her leg hooked back over his waist, straddling him again. This time, angling the opening of her cunt right against the desperate head of his thick cock. He looked so beautiful below her, gleaming with sweat and rosy with anticipation. Fingertips tickling up and down the sides of her thighs. Gods, when he laughed, that lusty chuckle of boiling desire had her foolish in his arms. She chased that sound, easing down on his cock until he bottomed out inside her. The stretch and slick of her walls fluttering around him forcing a high pitched whimper from her. Clit shuddering at the sensation of little hairs against it, nearly orgasming right there. Never had she wanted someone so much, craved another’s touch in a way she didn’t know was possible until meeting him. Everything about him was magnificent.
“Moan for me, love. I want to hear your every sound as I fuck you,” Tav demanded, locking her palms on his chest as she began to ride him. Fast, fervently, hips bucking back and forth so good he obeyed instantly. Husky, sultry, moans and even guttural growls with each grind of her pussy against him.
One hand stayed on her thigh and the other kneaded at her breast, his thumb flicking and pinching her nipple while her languid movements continued. By now, he could see when she was close, biting down on her lip to concentrate as she ignored her aching muscles. More warmth and wetness dripped along his cock. He nodded to her, let her use him as a toy for her own pleasure, moving pieces of hair from her face at the same time.
“Let me see you cum again, please. That’s it, ride my cock like that. So wet for me, I can’t believe it. Keep going, yes, very good. You’re doing so well,” he said, words of encouragement coming with his thumb moving to her clit. Rubbing the spot he learned she liked, just a little assistance in getting her over that impossible edge.
Tav’s body cramped up as she squeezed onto his cock, crying out Gale’s name as her third climax ripped through her lower half, felt even at the tingling peak of her breasts. He could’ve done anything in that moment, came anywhere he liked, and she’d be fine with it. Her orgasm all the stronger as she pictured being covered in him from face to pussy. A debauched mess on top of clothes, fully vulnerable to him.
Seeing her above him brought his own release closer. Unable to wait as he pulled her torso down to kiss her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth with reckless abandon. Tav yelped playfully as they kissed, paralyzed by the ecstasy of being fucked into. Sore, sensitive and hedonistic, she relished in the hard thrusting and the heated touch of their perspired bodies together. Wishing this would never end but craving his release inside her at the same time.
She left the kiss to whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe, licking at him, “Finish inside me. Please, I want it so bad.”
“Oh, gods, Tav I’m going to—right…ah!” He groaned out the unfinished sentence, his impatient cock spilling inside of her tight hole. He pulsed within her, feeling his spine arch as he experienced likely the greatest orgasm he’d ever had. Reaching his entire body, lasting longer, an addicting taste of eternal paradise. Tav’s soft whimpers the final touch to the most wonderful feeling.
She moved off of him, laying flat with her legs open. Gale still felt trickles of desire in his stomach, not enough to get hard again so quickly, but enough to lean over her thoroughly fucked cunt. His breath warmed her skin as he caressed his tongue along her clit, letting his index finger rub her cum-filled entrance as he did. All she could do was wheeze, too tired for a full moan but adoring the feeling of his mouth on her again. He was gentle this time, careful not to bring out the growing soreness. No, he just softly licked, kissed and sucked at her clit, stomach sinking with carnal intrigue as he watched his cum dripping out of her. He wanted to mark his territory, give her one more orgasm to be certain she knew she was his. Even just a little one.
Tav concentrated with the full power of her exhausted mind, feeling herself ready to climax once more. She couldn’t believe how skilled he was, moaning his name out again as he pinched her lips together, pushing her clit further into his mouth. That, mixed with the amazing sensation of his cum inside of her, was enough to inch her into that little release. Her fingers clutching his hair, pulling slightly as she came for a fourth time. A tiny bit more of his seed poured out of her as she relaxed.
“Perfect,” he said, leaving her core and moving to lay beside her, “You are amazing. I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.”
Tav smiled, cuddling into the crux of his shoulder, “I should be the one to say that. No one’s ever been so attentive to me. And by the gods, I have never finished that many times.”
“Oh, my love, I am excited to inform you that wasn’t even all I can do. If I had you in a bed, with a private bathroom, different corners of the room to take you in; you’d have at least six, I’d make sure of it,” he replied.
“In that case, we must find an inn as soon as possible,” she replied, kissing his cheek as he scooped her body closer to him.
They cuddled for a few minutes more, letting the cool, night air dry their sweat-drenched bodies before returning to camp. Hand-in-hand, eyes doled with the fire of new romance and the comedown from lovemaking. What began as the rising moon, evening pink with sunset, had transformed into deep night, pleasantly dark and glinting with fresh, sparkling stars. Neither of them wished for a conclusion, but sleep beckoned and they had no idea what might happen tomorrow. Tav only knew that she’d refrain from taking too many risks, as now she’d become a fool for someone else entirely.
Gale and Tav agreed to share a tent tonight, and from now on. First, she went to the smouldering fire to grab a piece of sunmelon and her water canteen. The rest of the camp now silent as everyone retired for the evening, except for their most nocturnal companion: Astarion. Who had returned from the other side of the woods, pallid complexion brighter than usual, a sign that he just fed on an animal.
“Good hunt?” She asked, finishing off the last bite of her sunmelon piece and throwing the peel in the fire.
“Never as good as the real thing, darling, but enough to tide me over. Perhaps I should’ve saved some for you, tired little adventurer,” he replied, brow raised in that cheeky expression. Always present when he was about to take the piss out of someone.
“Fruit and water will suit me fine. Goodnight, Astarion,” she replied, turning to head for Gale’s tent.
Astarion spoke as she walked away, “By the way, remind your wizard to maintain his silencing concentration. If I’m going to hear your debauchery, I’d rather hear it from the beginning and not halfway through. Goodnight, Tav!”
Tav cleared her throat, swallowing down her growing embarrassment as she walked to Gale’s tent. Knowing fully well what kind of teasing she’d endure the next morning. For now, she would simply sleep in Gale’s arms and deal with the rest as they came.
✮ DESCRIPTION: in which a particular wizard from waterdeep finds himself positively bewitched at his feelings towards the reader.
✮ PAIRING / W/C: gale dekarios x afab!reader … 2.4k
✮ C/W: 18+ MDNI - a lot of introspection from gale, tender gale, very fluffy sweet sex, grinding, PiV, praise, reader called good girl, riding
✮ A/N: i’m so not gonna lie i haven’t even gotten to a playthrough to romance gale yet but i REALLY want to. this MAN is fine as hell. apologies if this might be a tad ooc but i feel i did a good job of portraying him
Gale was what many would call a prodigy. He was a gods-damned magical genius. His utilization and knowledge of the Weave is what earned him a spot as Mystra’s lover. In addition to this, he was a damn fine orator- he would talk until people got sick of hearing his voice- sometimes himself included. His wit in conversations proved to be unmatched a majority of the time.
However… there was one thing that Gale remained ever in the dark and impervious about.
What might that have been? Well, you of course!
It wasn’t that long after saving him from his corrupt portal glued to a rocky wall that he realized- maybe there WAS something he wasn’t educated in. No matter how many tutors he had in Waterdeep as a child, nothing prepared him for you. You seemed to puzzle him at nearly every interaction.
That sensation drove Gale up a wall on many occasions. He was convinced, at many moments in your times together, that you had cast a spell he had never heard about upon him. Because no matter how many times you managed to drive him mad with small decisions and talking- you were like a harpy’s song. Every time you spoke, damn near every time you breathed, it was like you were luring him in.
It was like there was a black hole situated deep inside yourself that did nothing but draw him closer and closer. It was in Gale’s nature, that naturally, he wanted to figure you out.
On this particular night, you had extraordinarily dumbfounded him. You and the party had discovered an old, dusty tome containing dark and demented secrets of Necromancy. The book was entitled, “The Necromancy of Thay”. It was during this time that you, Wyll, and Karlach agreed that this book couldn’t bring about any good. The three of you had conspired to destroy it despite Gale’s protests that knowledge is knowledge, regardless of subject.
At some point out of frustration, Gale had seen himself out. He thought it was such a bitter shame that such a tome would be destroyed- and to an extent, wasted. It wasn’t until after watching a calming sunset where his annoyance and frustration seemed to melt like the sun beneath the horizon that he discovered something especially perplexing.
There, in his tent, sat the familiar book with the agonized face on it’s cover. It was The Necromancy of Thay! The book had not been destroyed, afterall. You had left a note on it with still-fresh ink reading: Gale… I thought you could make more use of this. It’d be better than destroying it. I trust you.
Gale didn’t know how to feel. Annoyance at his earlier reactions, or relieved that the book wasn’t destroyed. Perhaps his feelings rested in a balance between the two. Seeking something akin to an answer, he set off past the camp to find you. Karlach had let him know that you went for a walk.
Maybe, all things considered, he didn’t really want answers. Maybe he just wanted to see you. These realizations dawned upon him when he finally approached you. You were sat upon a blanket, your back to a tree and your knees drawn up to your chest. Your arm lazily draped around your legs, holding tightly onto your other arm that was outstretched at your side.
A soft breeze rustled through the grass and leaves, engulfing your senses in a quiet tranquility that seemed practically impossible to come by these days. The sun had long set, but a faint purple to orange ombre lingered on the horizon between branches of distant trees. Your favorite weapon sat propped up on the tree next to you, as relaxation was never truthfully a time to rest.
Gale watched you from a distance for a few moments. He watched the way your gaze flickered from firefly to firefly as they lit up the somewhat small opening in the field around you. It was as you reached out a hand to cup a firefly that Gale realized how paradoxical you seemed to be.
You seemed so gentle in this moment, but he knew how ferocious and violent you were capable of being in a fight. You tormented him, but at the same time brought him a sense of peace and longing. You appeared relaxed, but your weapon besides you gave away how you never seemed to be fully at ease. Gale realized that, maybe, you weren’t meant to be “figured out”. You were just you- no spell involved.
He released a breath he didn’t realize he was even holding. This small, yet sharp sound, was enough to prove just how tense you could be. It took nothing but a mere five seconds flat for you to be off your ass, weapon poised and ready to attack.
Gale sheepishly raised his hands, his voice coming out in a rushed yet rhythmic manner. “It’s just me, Y/N, you can put the weapon down!”
“For the love of the Gods, Gale you scared me!” You lowered your weapon, crying out in an exasperated voice. “How long have you been there for?!”
“Just a moment, not too long..,” His voice trailed off before picking back up upon seeing you drop your weapon, “do you mind if I join?”
It took you a moment before you hesitatingly shook your head, taking a seat on the blanket and wordlessly patting the spot on the blanket next to you. Gale took the opportunity to saunter over, placing himself on the blanket with his legs outstretched in front of him.
At the exact same time, you both went to mutter separate and reluctant apologies. Yours was something along the lines of apologizing for thinking about destroying the book, and Gale’s was something about how he was sorry for storming off. Your words jumbled together in the night air before you both respectively paused and began to laugh.
It was you, who spoke first after the fact. “Gale… listen, I’m sorry. I know I can be a bit rude or harsh at times, but I’m trying to do what’s best for us. For all of us.”
“I would like to apologize, too. I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m sure you understand I mean well.” He added softly after you had finished. “A hundred years of loneliness in a tower is bound to tongue-tie even the mightiest wizard at times.”
It was after a while of mindless and idle chatting that you had turned to face Gale. His gaze remained transfixed on the twilight above as he talked, but yours had seemed to follow the details of his face. The slight crows feet that wrinkled when he smiled, when he laughed. The way the faint lines from his eye twisted down his neck to the orb situated beneath where his collarbones met in the center of his sternum. His roguish, yet frankly self-righteous smile. The way his adams apple bobbed when he talked.
At some point, you noticed that some of his hair had got caught in his beard. He didn’t seem to notice, so you found yourself reaching out to right the askew strand of hair. The warm contact of your hand brought a near-immediate blush to the wizard’s face, his gaze breaking from the thousands of stars above to your eyes. Your eyes in which he could see the reflection of the stars, and the tenderness you stared at him with.
Your hand had not yet left his face. His eyebrows knitted together in a slight look of confusion, “What are you-,”
“Just shut up, Gale,” you murmured with a joking tone. It took but a moment for your lips to softly connect with his.
Your lips were like an invitation to Gale. An invitation to release his worries, his frustrations, his fears. The kiss was almost like salvation to him- helping every negative thought clouding his mind disappear like the wind through the leaves.
Your moment stayed sweet and tender until Gale’s hand found a way to your hip. His fingers dug into your skin, where they ever so slightly tugged at you. He wanted you closer to him.
You broke from the kiss, biting your lip momentarily as you shifted your position. You knelt forward so that you could swivel your hips to straddle Gale, your chests pressed tightly together as he sat against the tree.
It seemed your worries started to get the better of you, as you started to say, “Is this something you really want?”, but before you could even finish your sentence, you were interrupted.
Gale cockily retorted, “Now it’s your turn to ‘shut up’.” His one hand remained clamped around your hip, and his other found it’s way to the side of your face. You leaned your head into his strong hand, as he guided your lips back to his.
This time, the kiss contained more than tenderness. It contained passion- it started out as smoldering kindling. You were certain he was casting some sort of spell, as his grasp on your hip made bolts of lightning soar through your body and straight to your core.
Gale’s other hand dragged down the side of your neck, down the valley of your chest before it found it’s way on your other hip. He pressed down softly, at first, shifting your hips back in a grinding motion.
A sweet sound of ecstasy found it’s way past your lips and into your shared kiss. You could feel the way his cock started to stiffen underneath you. Your nails instinctively dug into his shoulders as you broke from the kiss. The kindling inside your core began to blaze. You felt a wet spot beginning to form on your pants the more Gale’s grip tightened and rocked you against the growing tent in his pants.
“Gods, Y/N, that’s just…,” He paused to grunt, his grip on your legs tightening by the second.
You grinned at him, hitched breathing catching in your throat every now and again. “Perfect?” You joked. You began to assist him with his efforts, moving your hips in a circular motion around his cock. The hastening of the rythm between you two caused you to throw your head back.
The way you could feel him beneath you- the way his dick applied just the right pressure to your bundle of nerves… it really was perfect. Gale’s groaning and grunting sent waves of pleasure straight to your core. His hands raised to slide underneath the loose shirt you wore, his calloused grip kneading your breasts. Your head, still thrown back, soon snapped down as you felt his lips connect to the soft tissue of your tits.
His hands roughly squeezed at them as his lips wrapped around your nipple.
“Oh, fuck me,” You mewled lowly. Without Gale’s grip to guide you, you lowered your hands to the tied waistband of his pants. You began to frantically fumble at the strings, trying desperately to release him from the fabric that separated the both of you.
One of his hands came to stop yours, his mouth releasing from your nipple with a satisfying pop. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked as he stared at you through his thick eyelashes. A string of saliva connected his mouth to your breast.
You whimpered, your tone needy. “I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in my life. Please, Gale, let me feel you inside of me.”
“Good girl,” He purred, his voice taking on a sultry tone. “Take your pants off.”
You leaned back, your mouth practically watering at the damp spot you left on his pants. You made quick work of shedding your own pants, before resuming your spot on top of him. Gale had just enough of his pants pulled down, exposing his lengthy, glistening cock.
It was dripping with his precum, a sign of his own arousal. Your eyes met his as he lined himself up, his hands resuming their grip on your hips. Despite his grip, he allowed you to pick the pace you wanted as you lowered yourself on his length. His greedy lips swallowed every shivering moan that left yours, and before you knew it, he was nestled inside of you.
The delicious stretch of his cock combined a fading pain with unmatched pleasure. “You’re doing so well, taking me like that,” He cooed as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and his words caused your walls to involuntarily clench around him.
A low, raspy chuckle left his throat. “You liked that, hmm?”
Your only response was a bitten back moan that didn’t stay surpressed long as you found your tempo of raising your hips, just to sink back down on him. It wasn’t long before Gale was guiding your pace again, slamming your hips down to connect with his thrusting up- the sheer pleasure leaving you a babbling mess.
He conjured a magical pillow beneath him, carefully shifting into a laying position. He kept you on top of him, but pulled your torso down with him. His arms remained wrapped around you as he raised his knees slightly to spread your legs.
The new angle had you seeing stars. “Are you ready for this, darling?” He looked up at your delightful face- beyond fucked out.
“Anything, Gale, please,” you pleaded with winded breaths. His grip around you tightened as he guided you up and down his cock with particular force.
“Such a damn good girl,” He punctuated every single word with a sharp thrust. Your hands found his shirt for stability, balled into fists as he diligently plowed his cock deeper within your walls.
“Ah.. I’m so close,” You whined into his ear between moans. Your walls began to flutter around his dick as you felt your orgasm draw nearer and nearer. It was almost in an instant that you felt the familiar lightning of your orgasm light up every nerve in your body. The way your walls clamped down on him caused Gale to curse sharply before pulling out, his cum shooting across the few exposed panes of his abs beneath you.
You collapsed against him, listening to his erratic breathing as you tried to regain control of your own. It was almost familiar, the way your body felt pressed against Gale’s. Once again, the two of you spoke at the same time, thanking each other for the joined pleasure. The laughter you shared after the fact caused a slight bit of the awkward tension that had built since your mutual release to fade.
“By all I know, Y/N, you are entirely bewitching.” Gale muttered under his breath as the two of you regained your senses.
This fic is for my beloved @skelvron-keiman, who I am a huge fan of.
I am so happy to have had the opportunity to write for her
Pairing: Gale x Athalia (Tav!Fem)
Warnings: !smut, !domGale, !fingering, !oral, !semi-public sex, !hidden sex, she says a lot of "no" but she is consensual !!
Summary: Gale has some research to do, and asks his wife Athalia, Cleric of Selùne, to let him access the temple library. After an afternoon spent together in a formal manner, his desires for his beloved wife manifest themselves
It was a normal afternoon, warm and clear in Waterdeep.
Normally, at this time of day, Professor Gale Dekarios would be practicing his profession, teaching the young wizards of the Blackstaff Academy.
Normally,
but not today.
Today, in fact, Gale had taken leave to go to a place he was notoriously familiar with; the House of the Moon, the largest church of Selúne on the Sword Coast. As for Gale that day, the House of the Moon in Waterdeep was a destination for pilgrims, believers, worshippers, scholars… and above all, the place where his beloved wife spent most of her day.
She, his brightest star, was there ready to welcome him.
When Gale set foot in the great hall of marble and alabaster, he immediately saw her near the altar.
She was in her white and blue Cleric of Selúne robe, very different from the black and gray of the battlefield he had been accustomed to seeing her in during their adventure in Baldur's Gate. Since she had become Mother of the Faith here in Waterdeep, she wore a robe suitable for functions and ceremonies.
Even though he had seen her like this a thousand times, he always found her beautiful.
Her milky white hair reflected the light, highlighting the color of her pink cheeks. He could have looked at her all day without intervening, like when you admire a beauty of nature.
When her eyes turned in his direction, a tender smile crossed her face
"Gale!"
With a quick step, she reached him in the enormous nave of the Church
"Love! My darling! You've arrived"
"Good evening dear"
He replied, giving her a quick kiss on the knuckles of her hand, holding back his enthusiasm so as not to make it seem obvious to her that he had been waiting to see her all day. Even though he would see her for dinner at their house, like every day, this pleasant detour from their daily routine made him palpitate.
He had waited like a puppy for the moment to leave his office to join her, even if it was for work reasons.
"Come, I'll accompany you to the library"
"Thank you so much for this opportunity, it means a lot to my research"
"Are you kidding? You are 'Gale of Waterdeep' the valiant wizard who saved Baldur's Gate. No one would have denied you the opportunity to read some old tomes"
"And you are the current 'Hero of Baldur's Gate', darling. No one would have denied you, when you asked on my behalf"
The two crossed the Church, moving to the most hidden parts, where only the most recommended Clerics and scholars could enter.
At the doors of the library, the two paladins on guard did not bat an eyelid at Athalia's arrival. She, with a candid smile, only nodded in greeting, which was enough for the two paladins to allow her and her husband to pass to the library.
When the doors opened, shelves and shelves of ancient tomes stood before Gale.
A vast two-floor library, housing them and a few other attentive clerics in research.
Gale admired this spectacle for a few more seconds, before turning his astonished gaze on Athalia
"I really don't know how to thank you"
"Whatever you decide to do with these informations, it will certainly be worthy of note. Like everything you do"
She replied, with a delicate smile at the corner of her mouth.
Gods, how he wanted to kiss her.
Her optimism, her simplicity, her always being so candid and sweet, drove him crazy. She was always kind to him, no matter how.
He felt a visceral need to hold her close and hug her, bombarding her with kisses from forehead to lips.
Behaving so formally, was torture.
But she was working, she was in her temple, he couldn't make her look like young lovers without shame.
He had to hold out until they returned home, to their sacred domestic walls, to worship her as she deserved.
Athalia made her way into the library, showing Gale where the tomes for his research were located. They gathered all the books he had indicated for this work, and together they sat at a table, peering intently into the ancient pages. She spent the whole afternoon with him, helping Gale gather the notes he needed.
Without realizing it, the natural lights were replaced by those of the candelabras, and evening fell on Waterdeep.
Gale only considered the time when he saw his beloved wife yawn. Her tired eyes, like those of a child, were closing more and more every minute.
Gale jumped up
"What time is it? I'm mortified.. I stole so much of your time!"
"It doesn't matter love, it was something important"
"I'm so used to doing such long searches, I didn't notice. I'll help you put these away and we'll go home, okay?"
"I'm happy to have helped you"
Athalia replied, starting to stack the books from the table
"I hope the things you collected are useful to you. If you do, you can always come back. I'll ask for permission again"
"I don't want to take advantage of you so much, darling"
"And miss the chance to spend an unscheduled day with you?"
Athalia's eyes were wide and longing, completely in love with him. She was so sincere in saying those things
He was momentarily speechless, lost in the idea that his wife loved him so much, even in the little things.
She took two steps towards him.
The books clutched in her arms, against her chest.
Their eyes stared at each other for a few more seconds, before she, on her tiptoes, reached him to kiss him.
That moment he had been waiting for all day, had just arrived. His heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of a thousand desires, of how much he still wanted from her. The idea that he couldn't, yet, made all of this paradoxically more exciting.
She immediately pulled away, printing only a quick kiss on his lips.
With an innocent smile, she closed her shoulders shyly, squeaking like a teenager, embarrassed and flattered by the penetrating gaze of him who was still staring at her.
He blinked twice to get all the lustful thoughts out of his mind, and with a smile he let out the air in his chest, saying amusedly
"Uhm- AH! Ok, so.. we were saying-? ...The books! I'll give you a hand putting them back, and then we'll run home"
"Home.."
She replied.
At that point, Gale noticed the light of desire in her eyes. With immense surprise and pleasure, he understood that she was thinking the same things.
She too was being crossed by a flow of pleasure at the idea of going home as quickly as possible to throw herself into his arms.
The day spent together, in a detached and professional manner, was bringing them both to the limit. That kiss, so innocent, had lit them up like two braziers.
She absentmindedly let out a bite on her lower lip, well hidden by the upper one.
Gale felt a jolt of adrenaline run through his spine.
He was unable to help but smile.
He looked away, almost ashamed of how much the idea was amusing him
"Aren't you being a little too perky?"
"Me? You're the one looking at me like you want to eat me"
He snorted amusedly, lowering his gaze, while a grin crossed his face.
"It's not my fault! Look, certain things have an effect on me. If you look at me like that, what should I do?"
She continued to justify herself, now nervous, lowering her voice to a whisper, to not be heard from anyone else.
He looked up to look her in the eyes again, answering impertinently
"If I looked at you like that, and we were at home.. you should just undress, I suppose"
She grabbed a book of the ones she was holding close to her chest, and patted him on the arm in an irritated, but also playful way.
Gale couldn't help but laugh, and apologize to her pleadingly, as she set off to the library to put away all the tomes they had taken out that afternoon.
Briefly, they realized that the library was now empty.
Their footsteps echoed, and their chatter among the shelves was the only thing audible in the corridors of books.
As she put a book down from the top of a stairs, to reach the highest shelves.
Athalia exclaimed
"That was the last one"
"Well, finally"
"I'm not the one who took 17 books, Gale"
"I won't answer"
Gale's arms held the stairs, resting on the rails, so that it wouldn't move. It was equipped with wheels to easily move from one shelf to another, with narrow and high steps that only allowed one person to climb.
Athalia backed down the stairs, finding herself inexorably against Gale, with his arms still intent on holding the ladder.
There was only one step between them, and Gale didn't move to let her pass, rubbing his nose against her neck.
"Gale?"
He didn't answer, but a deep sigh escaped from his chest. His nose followed Athalia's entire neck, up to her shoulder, where he kissed her dress.
"Gale please.. I want you too. We're going home soon"
Gale made a painful and longing "mmh-mh" against Athalia's skin.
A trail of shivers ran down her shoulders, her back, her arms..
She closed her eyes, wrapped in pleasure.
Her eyebrows arched in a painful and worried expression
"Don't persist..."
At that point, he pressed a kiss on her neck. His body became more and more present against her. Athalia's hands had slipped on the handrail to the point of crossing his ones.
She, without realizing it, gasped a moan in her throat.
She hoped with all her being that he hadn't heard it
"You're enjoying it, aren't you?"
"Gale, please.."
Another kiss, this time near her jaw.
"I just want to know that you like it, Athalia"
"This is not the right place.."
This time, another kiss near her ear, where she was most vulnerable. His breath found its way into her ear, as he breathed close to her, making her shiver.
His voice was reduced to a faint, sensual whisper that caressed against her skin.
"Tell me that you like it, despite everything. Tell me that you like it when I kiss you and when I touch you, when I couldn't do it"
One of his hands, began to move up her leg, taking her skirt with it. His fingers were sliding against Athalia's skin, and it was driving him wild.
Athalia turned around abruptly, putting her hands on his chest to push him away, whispering
"Let me get home and I'll show you how much I like all of this, but not now! Not here!"
Gale didn't take his hands off her thighs. His gaze was glassy and stern, almost annoyed by her words. The desire was too much now, and he couldn't resist it anymore.
Slowly, tempting her, and making her desire him more and more, he approached her again, nestling his face against her neck. Leaning over her, Athalia felt crushed, even though she was on the highest step, the difference in heights made them the same height
"Gale ..!"
"I heard you"
His tongue grazed her skin with these words, his lips caressed her neck.
By now Athalia's body was completely covered in goosebumps.
When he became so possessive she went crazy, she didn't think straight and she gave herself to him, to everything he wanted to do to her, even though she knew how wrong it was there at that moment.
"I just want to have a taste of what awaits me at home"
Gale continued, now opening his mouth completely against Athalia's neck, starting to kiss and suck.
Her legs gave out and her ass ended up against a step of the stairs. He followed her, leaning on his knees on the ground, and crushing her gently. The pleasure was consuming her, her eyes disappeared behind her eyelids and her chest swelled under his deep sigh.
"Yes.. Show me how much you enjoy when you don't want to, Athalia. Show me how much your body can resist"
His voice continues to scratch the skin, whispering and growling like an animal.
Gale's hands reached the upper part of her thighs, and grabbed her flesh, squeezing it gently.
At that point, against Athalia's neck, Gale also let out a deep moan. She buried her face against his shoulder, stifling her moans of pleasure against the fabric of his clothes, to not to be heard.
But he could hear her very well
and he was going crazy at the idea of making her please with so little attentions.
The desire to do it, there and now, was consuming them both.
The clothes prevented Athalia from feeling how hard he had become in a minute, and how wet he was getting as his desire grew.
Gale, on the other hand, slid a hand between her thighs, and felt with the tips of his fingers how wet she was, even through her underwear.
He pulled away from her neck, resting his forehead against hers.
For a moment they did nothing but catch their breath, one against the other, in the silence of the empty library.
Athalia hoped with all her heart that this outburst was over, and that now they would get up as if nothing had happened.
She hoped that he had calmed down and had obtained what he was looking for.
But the truth was she wanted as much as him, if not more, for him to take her quickly on that stairs
"Look at you..."
Gale said, with a raspy voice
"You're a mess down here"
His fingers slid deeper and deeper, moving her panties aside, making their way to the most delicate and sensitive spots.
A satisfied grin, instead, made its way onto Gale's face.
What a pleasure to feel her so wet, to feel how only his words and a few kisses had reduced her to this state. She was eager to have more and he was ready to please her if only she had asked for it.
It didn't matter where they were anymore, it only made things more exciting and sinful. Even her Cleric robes in this context were turning him on tremendously.
"Gale, no!"
"Ooh.. You're loving it like crazy, aren't you Athalia?"
"No, no.. Please, wait-"
"Don't deny it"
Athalia's voice was fickle, she couldn't really stop either. If she had been sincere, he would have stopped immediately. He never did things she didn't like, he never forced her.
But here, Athalia's body and voice were betraying her. Every inch of her body, encouraged Gale to do more. Her voice was low and sensual, almost as if it excited her even more to say "no" to receive the opposite effect from Gale.
He knew those "no"s well.
Those "no"s of his sweet little wife so shy, so delicate, who didn't have the courage to say when something excited her so much. She was ashamed to admit that there, in her temple, wearing her Cleric robes, she was dying with all her heart just to have sex.
Gale's fingers slipped into her opening.
Athalia's mouth opened wide at the sensation, while her nails dug into his shoulders
Gale took advantage of this to gently and sweetly bite her lower lip, then whispering into her mouth
"Tell me no, honestly this time"
His fingers,
so expert, so confident...
"Tell me you don't want it and I'll stop"
He was digging deep into her pleasure, and she was completely unable to speak. Her breathing became fast and deep, only small moans, tender and exciting, came out of her mouth accompanying each thrust of his fingers.
Gale smiled at her, resting his lips against hers
"Yeah, like this. Good girl"
His hands abandoned Athalia's soft thighs, slipping immediately into his mouth. He savored those two fingers slowly, letting out a long moan, satisfied and pleased.
He inhaled, then held his breath in his chest, trying with all his might to contain the beast inside him that was about to tear her clothes off to penetrate her completely and fast on that stairs.
Gale kissed her knee first, then the inside of her thigh and as he went lower and lower, making his way between her skirts, Athalia became aware of what he was about to do and pulled herself up on her elbows, in an attempt to get up
"Gale stop! No no! Not that-"
She didn't have time to finish her sentence, that Gale completely buried his mouth against her panties, destroyed by her fluids.
Athalia arched her back, quickly putting a hand over her mouth so as not to exclaim a moan out loud.
Gale heard very well that muffled moan, and responded with one of his own.
The excitement was consuming him.
Gale pushed her panties aside with two fingers, continuing his precise work with his tongue inside.
Athalia gave in completely to the pleasure.
By now, the orgasm was so close that it would have taken her less time to reach it, than to stop Gale.
The moment was too involving; the two of them hidden between the shelves of her temple, she who shouldn't be there, he who shouldn't be there.
Having sex in that place was completely wrong, and that made it even more desirable.
Athalia grabbed Gale's hair with one hand, while the other remained against her mouth to prevent her from making any noise.
She gently pushed Gale's head between her thighs, and that drove him completely crazy.
Knowing that he had been able to satisfy her so much that she wanted to come, had made him unstoppable.
When she found the courage to overcome that inhibition and to express her true ardour, he completely lost control. His only goal at that point was to please her only as she wanted, only as she deserved.
Athalia's breathing was getting faster and faster, and her thighs were getting tighter around Gale's shoulders. Her mouth was now so wide open that her small and delicate hand could no longer contain it. Her moans, so faint, were drowning in the deep breaths that she inhaled with her mouth.
Gale's tongue wrapped around her clit and began to suck and kiss it with the hope of making her come as soon as possible and making her writhe on that staircase.
He wanted to see her back bend, her legs tremble, feel her muscles tense.
Gods how close he was to an orgasm too.
A little friction and he would have erupted.
"Miss Athalia?"
A voice echoed from the front door.
They had never been so fast.
In a few seconds, he stood up, adjusting her skirts. She stood up and stepped down the stairs, quickly running a hand over Gale's lips and chin, completely smeared with her juices.
A fraction of a second, and they were exactly as they had been when they entered the library.
"Yes? What is it?"
One of the Selùne paladins from the entrance came forward along the corridors of the library. When he saw her, he walked towards her with a gentle smile
"Oh, there you are"
The two of them did their best to suppress any emotion, and appear completely normal
"It's late, she's staying at the temple longer than usual. Is everything okay? Does she need to be taken home?"
"Oh how kind of you! There's no need this time, dear. He's my husband, I'll go home with him tonight. Thank you for your concern"
"A duty, Miss Athalia. Then, have a good evening"
With a slight bow, he left the corridor and headed back to the entrance.
Athalia let out a long sigh of relief, terrified that he might notice something suspicious.
Gale adjusted his clothes further, with discretion
"So.."
"So, what?"
"You seemed quite involved, despite everything"
"Argh.. you! You would like that, mh?"
she replied, slightly nervous. It was impossible to understand if her face was red from the orgasm she had almost reached, or because he continued to tease her
"I'll leave you the honor of finishing all this at home"
"Ah! You'll be pleased to know then.."
A grin of amusement crossed Gale's face
"I was holding back a lot"
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Thank you so much for reading!
English is not my first language and this is the first fic I've written in years.
I hope you enjoyed it
Premise: Gale won't shut up about tonight's mission, bet the dress you borrowed from those Drow would remind the Wizard of his other special talent with that mouth 😏👅
• Gale x afab!reader • M rating • Act 3
Reader POV, we love a slutty dress, Gale caught staring, tone shift, need, hunger, desire, a practiced tongue indeed, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, Gale loves giving, blissed out, round two?
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Thanks to @elminstersapprentice for this dishy dashing picture of our lovely Wizard 🤤💜
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"Gale." You snapped, after the fourth reason why you could be the one to carry out the mission instead of him at the Gala tonight.
"What?" He purses his lip, furrowing his brow, his hands hooked onto his hips.
"Do you see how low," you glide your fingertips down past your sternum, showing the deep neckline of your dress, "and how high," you smooth the other hand up your thigh to your hips, rounding onto the ball of your foot to stick out the ample curve of your behind, "this dress is?"
You'd borrowed it from the Drow in Sharess' Caress. A deep, rich midnight blue variation with silver accents. It dipped in a low V and almost as high in the double thigh splits.
Practically nothing was left to the imagination in this piece, intentionally. You were the distraction, not the infiltration. The only thing that you would be climbing tonight, were the stairs to a ballroom.
Gale takes in the full length of you and swallows hard, his throat bobs and he flicks his tongue over his bottom lip; it was like he'd just seen a bookmark being used instead of folding down the page.
His arcane protection bubble flashes around him, and he shuffles uncomfortably.
"Uh, yes. I can feel-seel-see that very well." He confirms, failing to keep composure.
Good, you'd flustered him into some sort of pause on his tirade.
"Right, so by your Wizardly intelligence, do you think I'm wearing underwear at this moment?" You click your tongue around the 't' and tilted your head with an inquisitive pout.
Gale opens his mouth to retort but simply stares agog, rubbing his tongue over the back of his teeth.
"I would deduce.. not." He attempts a steady tone and fails miserably, transfixed by the revealing angles of your outfit.
He catches himself staring and corrects his gaze to something behind you on the dresser; his jaw and neck tense, palms squeezing tight, and a definite growing strain in his trousers.
An exciting but unexpected warmth pools in the pit of your stomach, buzzing across you like a thousand bees and collects between your scantily covered thighs.
You'd always found Gale attractive. How could you not? His dark, long hair. His warm, chocolate and caramel eyes. The passion and playfulness behind his voice; the richness of the timbre.
It also didn't go against his favour that despite his Wizardly predelection, his body was positively sinful and demanded scandalously debauched fantasies about it.
You'd shared some glances and flirtatious quips, of course. But never anything substantial. Nothing physical.
Apart from that accidental kiss. You had both chalked it up to him being lonely, and you seeking comfort.
And although that was probably right, it didn't stop the fact that Gale Dekarios was a very handsome man.
It also didn't halt the fact, that you had unequivocally decided his dry spell was about to end.
You flick your tongue over the softness of your lips, "Would you like to make sure?" You ask, switching the situation with a dangerously dark tone.
If it was possible, Gale tenses even further. The now very telltale and mouth-watering bulge straining against his tightening trousers. The orb in his chest blooms a dull purple glow through his thin shirt.
You smirk, knowing the effect you were having, and push onto the ball of your arched foot, prowling your way forward.
Gale's breathing was shallow and shaking, his eyes desperately flitting from the deep slope of your breasts, the fullness of your hips and the desire in your eyes. Your eye contact remains fiercely locked on his, as you close the gap between you.
Stopping in front of him, you feel the carnal need rippling off his body in warm waves. You jut your chin at him.
"You need to make sure you're completely correct. What answers aren't backed by physical evidence?" You purr, refusing to touch him just yet. An attempt to tease yourself, not just to delay his gratification.
He raises a hand that unconsciously, almost forms into a cupped grope, that straightens as he wordlessly moves towards your chest. His own glowing brighter in anticipation.
Gale licks his lips, heavy breaths hot on your skin. He gently lands his middle two fingertips on your breast bone and slowly drags them down, down, down towards your navel.
It feels like warm sparks of electricity streak his touch, your nipples harden and peak, as you gasp unintentionally.
You feel another hand glide up the meat of your thigh, and splay under the high seam of the dress, shooting zapping energy through your crotch. He thumbs the light crease of your pelvis, his fingers gripping hard against your ass. Your pussy twinges and flexes around the ghost of his length inside you.
You let out a throaty moan and bite your lip, leaning your head back slightly.
"I didn't mean with your hands." You stare back at him, almost losing the breath in your lungs at his heavily lust lidded eyes.
You cry out in shocked pleasure as his tongue flutters over your clit with practiced precision, instantly getting to work.
"Yes, Madam." He groaned with an irked, determined brow. His whiskey and barrel coloured eyes burned with hunger, as he immediately drops to his knees.
Gripping the long, draping fabric of your dress roughly and pushing it to the side, he buries his face between the folds of your soaked pussy, with a noise of sheer hedonism.
Falling against the dressing table, you grip it tightly, digging your nails in the pliant wood.
A loud, rough moan shoots from your throat as he adjusts himself to the more stable position and laps at your hole, nose pressed against your sensitive spot.
"Oh, dear fucking gods, Gale!" You moan, still reeling from the speed of his candor and skill.
Your hand flies to fist his long hair, whining as you press him harder against your core. His desperate whimpering moans muffled though your lips, as he picks up speed and fervour.
"Oh, the gods cursed wonders, you're so wet." He growls against you, vibrating as he shakes his head between your thighs.
'A practised tongue' was how he'd described it one night around the campfire. Gods above and below; the Wizard had not been exaggerating his talent.
He glides a flat tongue up the length of your wetness as two fingers tease your soaking entrance, peddling against your engorged sex.
"Ohh, fuck, yess.. please." You whimper, holding on for dear life. Your hips rolling, earnestly craving more friction against his delicious mouth.
You keen through a bitten lip, as two perfectly poised fingers plunge inside your warmth, slow at first but soon pick up pace, pressing against the pleasure at your centre.
You eek out a strangled cry, aching your back and wantonly spreading your legs for him more. He pushes you onto the make-up dresser proper, angling your pussy to allow him to openly feast on you from the floor.
The orb in his chest now an amethyst beacon of his fervour and hunger, radiating you in his feverish glow.
He hooks one leg onto his shoulder, draping your dress over it, all the while never missing a beat of his ministrations against your swollen clit.
The perfect pace, the precise rhythm, the feeling of his tongue and the especially the prior knowledge that he truly loves eating pussy, was enough to tip you over the edge.
Your body seizes, straining as you helplessly gasp against the futility of denying the devastating orgasm about to rock through your soul.
One hand wraps around your thigh, the other dexterously filling your cunt, pumping with the perfect amount of force. The pleasure tightens around your hips and low in your belly.
His practiced tongue and soft mouth licks, sucks, teases and worships your clit. The tandem stimulation building together to create a glorious symphony of exorbitant and exquisite elation gripping your body, flushing your skin, puckering your nipples and slackening your jaw in hedonistic abandon.
Your toes curl, your body tenses, your back arches and fists hold on for dear life, before losing the ability to breathe.
He holds you on the precipice of orgasm, denying your fulfillment.
You gasp shakily and shoot your gaze through the valley of your heaving breasts to see the honeyed bark of his irises staring up at you with an air of purest desire, aching hunger and ultimate, delirious satisfaction of eating out your cunt till you cum hot and messy, all over his pristinely manicured beard.
The sight of him, bathed in the violet blaze of his ravenous chest, needy and desperate to see you cum all over his mouth and chin, tips you over the already crumbling edge.
Your thighs shudder uncontrollably in his grasp as your orgasm hits you, like slamming into an oncoming Thunderwave. Your eyes roll up in the explosion of ecstasy roiling in great swells, radiating to all the untouched places of you that so want to be discovered.
Shamelessly crying out incoherent praise on his name, your body bucks against his sinful mouth, shaking the dresser underneath you; as Gale clamps his grip on your thigh, holding you in place. Your own slaps down on his and squeezes, the other still fisting his brown and grey streaked locks.
Without warning his tongue's efforts re-double, practically vibrating against your clit. His fingers pumping and stroking at disgusting speed inside you.
"Gale!" You exclaim, tears forming in your eyes as another orgasm surges forward, quaking the mewling whine of his name in excruciating bliss. Your walls clenching zealously around his fingers curling at your centre, the hot feeling of cum leaking out of your twitching hole.
Deep, lustful groans resonate through his muscular chest, as he rides the waves of your orgasm; undulating his neck and head to greedily lave your well-earned spend down his throat.
He never ceases, guiding you through the fierce storm with ravenous tongue and adroit digits. Overstimulation just barely out of reach, as he sweetly and expertly brings you back to this plane.
The aftershocks tremble your legs and cause your core to twitch. Your head lolls side to side against the mirror behind you and eventually back to look down at him.
He's covered in your release, smiling like a cat that got the whole jug of cream.
"A 'practised tongue', Gale." You sigh out a rough whine breathlessly, "Fucking understatement of the century." The tone was accusing but the breathlessness spoke of undiluted satisfaction.
You felt his deep chuckle against your skin before you heard it through the ringing in your ears.
"Well, I did warn you." You could hear the delirious smile in his voice, "Oh gods, I've missed that. That was incredible." He mumbles against your skin, expression blissed out.
"Yes, it was.. ohmyfuckinggods.." You moaned, chest still heaving; reeling from the double whammy you'd just received from the party bookworm.
"You look so beautiful like this, dear Gods," He groaned through a bitten lip, "I could stay here forever feasting on this delicious pussy." He presses kisses in the valleys between your folds and your inner thighs, "Mm, can I? We're not imperative to tonight's plan, are we?" He teases through pressed lips and hot tongue, knowing full well that; yes, you were.
But that wasn't for another hour.
"Oh, Gale sweetheart, we aren't going anywhere yet," you giggle low and bite your bottom lip, looking down at the disheveled, grinning, still glowing Wizard between your soaked and trembling legs, with raw lust. "You see, I didn't mean with your mouth either."
Big thank you to @12thhouse-sun for letting me be inspired by their fic you're at the top of my lungs (a wonderful Gale x Tav fic and is well worth a read) and allowing me to write a smutty scene involving Gale x Female reader in the Moonrise Tower library post Ketheric fight! Hope you enjoy this homage.
CW: Sexual content, touch of dominance/submission, very brief mentions of blood and injury
The portal Dame Aylin had conjured led you all back to the doorway that you had first gone through to reach the eponymous towers that made up Moonrise. You stumbled a little on the first step, your heart was still racing after the battle, your skin covered in bruises, sweat and blood - some of yours, some of the other creatures you had fought. So while you longed for a good hot bath, some bread and cheese, and your bedroll, you knew you’d be unlikely to sleep with how shaky you felt.
Thankfully your lover, Gale, caught hold of your arm, stopping yourself from falling flat on your face down the rest of the stairs. It would hardly do for a conquering hero to make a bit of a fool of themselves! You were about to crack a similar joke to Gale while thanking him for coming to your aid, but on turning to him, and catching his gaze, you faltered.
His eyes were dark, much darker than even their usual warm brown depths would be, and the slight flair of his nostrils and tightened grip on your arm made you pause. He inhaled sharply as though he longed to press his nose against your neck and you remembered how he had once said he found you utterly desirable in the heat of battle with your muscles glistening! At the time you had, more or less, dismissed the notion as just a bit of silly flirting, a little bit of fun with not much to it… but given how he was staring at you, as though he would practically devour you… maybe he had been skirting around the truth. Or… well… pointing you directly at it!
Gale’s tongue darted out to wet his lips and you saw him shift his weight, curving his back a little and finally letting go of your arm to rearrange his robes. You glanced down, then cursed yourself for doing something so stupid in front of the others, though thankfully everyone seemed to be distracted and were already moving off to go back down to the main hall. But you were quite certain that Gale was hard.
You tried to act like you hadn’t even noticed and began to follow the others along the hallway to the stairs, but before you could catch up Gale took hold of your arm again and whisked you into what had been Moonrise Tower’s library before you could even let out a cry of surprise. The door was shut behind you and you didn’t even have a chance to ask, ‘Gale, what are you doing?’ He pressed his body tightly against yours and was kissing you as though you might disappear, his hands cupping your face, running down your sides, round your back until you were flush against him and he was grinding his hard length into you.
The growing ache between your thighs made you whimper against his mouth and suddenly he pulled you round the corner of bookshelves to where Z’rell’s desk was. An absolutely devilish gleam entered Gale’s eyes and he pushed all of the books, papers, quills and so forth that had been scattered on there onto the floor.
He grinned. ‘I’ve always wanted to do that, but hesitated when it came to my own desk!’
A laugh bubbled up in your chest, but Gale easily picked you up and then plonked you down on the desk, his lips continuing their onslaught of passion and desire as he kissed down your jaw and neck. ‘Gods, I was so worried about you,’ he murmured.
‘I was fine,’ you said softly, your head tipped back, enjoying the kisses he was burning into your skin. ‘We did it, we defeated him.’
‘I’ll never not worry about you, my love. And the moment the battle was done, I wanted nothing more than to take you into my arms, to claim you, to become one with you-’
‘Well I’m glad you waited until we found a private spot, I’m not sure how the others would feel about that, but we should get downstairs…’
Gale outright growled and you let out a breathless laugh as his fingers eagerly scrabbled with the ties on your breeches, tugging them down to your ankles. ‘Gale!’ you cried out quietly, but he seized your mouth in another passionate kiss till you felt like he was trying to pull every bit of air from your lungs and leave you dizzy.
‘Shh, my love, we have to be quick.’
‘Gale!’ you whispered, attempting to be scandalised that he was actually considering this: fucking you desperately and quickly in the quiet, dark library while your companions, friends and allies were downstairs. When in truth it sent a shiver of desire coursing through you and the brief touch of his fingers against your cunt made it downright clear how sopping wet you were just from the delicious notion of him claiming you after a battle, how much it turned you on seeing his dark, wild look.
He smiled, triumphantly, wickedly, his beautiful brown eyes gleamed in the half light and finally his clever fingers slipped between your thighs, drenching themselves in your slick and circling your clit till you let out a pathetic whimper and instinctively bucked against his touch.
‘Gods damn,’ he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust. ‘Evidently I’m not the only one who finds a scrape with death inspiring!’
‘Gale!’ you whined and felt his soft chuckle of laughter, as he pressed kisses to your throat, his fingers easily slipping inside of you, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit, making you thrust your hips, needily seeking out your pleasure.
‘You’re so wet,’ he whispered, his voice tickling your ear. ‘Did I do that, my love? Do you want me to take you here, fuck you on this desk, claim the hero of Reithwin?’
You didn’t even have it in you to argue that the whole group were the heroes of Reithwin and of course, he was utterly to blame for the slick between your thighs, the domineering, passionate kiss he had given you made you weak with longing. You nodded pathetically and eagerly reached for him, uncaring whether anyone downstairs noticed your absence or whether they would try to look for you. You pushed aside his robe, unlacing him and freeing his hard cock from the confines of cloth. Gale hissed as your hand stroked him, smearing down the precum that beaded at the end of his cock down the length.
‘Be quick,’ you demanded and his smile widened. He placed your hand back on the desk, then found your slit once more with his fingers, sliding one inside and making you drop your head back to moan.
‘Quiet, darling, you don’t want anyone to hear us,’ he murmured, though he was still looking very pleased with himself and you were quite certain he did not care a jot whether anyone else heard your cries of pleasure. There had already been a few teasing comments and displeased looks from your companions on a couple of occasions when you hadn’t been able to bite back your moans in camp. Gale rarely tried to stifle his either and kept up a running stream of how good you looked, how much he wanted you, how wonderful you felt, how badly he needed to hear your pleasure.
He slid his cock back and forth against your slit, then easily sunk into you, his fingers tightly digging into your thighs, his groan buried against your neck and turning into a sharp bite. You gasped at the sensation and whimpered at the feel of his long cock nestled deep inside you. His warm tongue laved at the mark now left on your neck, soothing it.
‘Gods, I will never get used to how good you feel,’ Gale said, then slowly pulled his hips back, till just an inch of him was left inside you and then quickly thrusting into you, making the desk jolt underneath you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, wanting him closer, but he suddenly pushed you down on the desk and draped your arms back so you were clinging to a corner of the desk.
‘Keep those legs wrapped tightly around me, my love,’ he said, then placed a hand against a nearby bookshelf and began to fuck you, hard and fast.
It was relentless, desperate, the culmination of all the emotions and fear you had felt during battle, a deep seated need to touch and make sure the other person was alive and well, the adoration and love you felt for one another. The bookshelf creaked under Gale’s clenched grip, the desk groaned and you cared nothing at all if anyone heard you. You moaned loudly as Gale’s other hand returned to your clit, stroking and circling it quickly, bringing you almost painfully to your pleasure, an inescapable wave and rush of utter bliss.
He continued to thrust into you, his eyes gazing down on you, drinking you in, his brow furrowed a little, his breath coming short and fast, his groans joining yours in a cacophony of lust in the quiet library. Finally he almost collapsed onto you, the last few thrusts were short but deep, pressing himself all the way inside you, Gale panting against your cheek, his eyes closed, a few unthinking kisses pressed against your cheek and jaw and lips. Then he was still, the warm weight of his body over yours, your legs still wrapped around him.
‘Gods, I needed that,’ Gale murmured, his throat sounded a little rough and dry. ‘I needed you.’ He gently cupped your face and then kissed you, now so sweetly and gentle that it felt almost impossible to think that desperate, domineering man who had yanked you into the library and this soft, sweet man were one and the same. ‘You are so beautiful, so wondrous, everything about you… gods… it’s beyond words, beyond any magic I could conjure, you are…’
‘Shh,’ you whispered. ‘You are incredible too,’ you leaned your head back again and got your breath back. ‘That was good… very good.’
‘Not too fast?’
‘I liked it fast. I liked how much you wanted me.’
‘Oh, you have no idea!’ Gale chuckled, then manoeuvred himself off you and offered a hand to help you up. He gave you one last searing kiss, his arm wrapped around your waist when he felt your knees buckle a little. He then rested his forehead against yours and you breathed in the scent of him, even if he did smell slightly of sweat, blood and ash. ‘I love you, my dearest, darling heart,’ he said.
‘I love you too.’
You both quickly tidied yourself away and headed back downstairs to join the others. At first you thought that maybe no one had missed you, that everyone was so busy talking and celebrating the battle being won and done, that you had timed your little jaunt well. But as you walked down the stairs Astarion caught your eye. He raised an all too familiar mocking eyebrow and smirked.
‘Where were you?’ he asked.
‘Just seeing if there was anything in the library worth taking,’ you muttered, avoiding his gaze.
‘Well evidently you found something worth the taking!’ he teased, pointedly staring at Gale who had been pulled into a conversation with Jaheira and Halsin. ‘Or was it Gale who did the taking?’
Summary: Healing deep wounds isn’t so easy. Especially when it’s from the one he loves most. Tav already lost so much blood, and Gale has only one option left to comfort her.
Notes: Soft Gale <3 lots of cuddles and confessions. I’ve been craving some fluff. Short and sweet ♡
Gale murmured foreign words, his hands glowing with a deep, purplish hue. The magical energy pulsed through Tav's body, flowing directly to her wounds, soothing and healing them as they went. Tav lay in her tent, eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted against the pain. Tav winced harshly to the magic.
“Hey, hey…shhh, you’re okay.” His voice trembled.
Gale’s eyes narrowed with a heavy somberness that tugged at the deepest parts of his heart as he watched Tav, the woman who had so kindly welcomed him with all of his burdens, in such pain. Despite Shadowheart's best efforts to heal her, she had lost too much blood to just magically feel better. And now, he tried too.
Gale felt terrible. How could he have not protected her better in battle? Her screams echoed in his head as he recalled the memory of her falling down. It haunted him.
"Gale...enough, it's no use." Tav weakly lifted her hand, touching his and sinking it to the floor. "I just need rest, everything will be okay."
Gale shook his head firmly, "No." He wanted to keep at it until the pain in her eyes disappeared. Especially when her hands were so cold to the touch.
Before he could utter another spell, Tav sighed and looked at him tiredly, "Please don't fight me on this."
Gale saw Tav shudder in a chill. Oh- of course. She had lost so much blood and she was cold. She brought the thin blanket of her bedroll closer to her face, shivering as she did.
Gale placed his hand over her forehead, causing Tav to sigh in relief at the warmth his palm brought her. Her face seemed to change into a blissful one just from his small touch.
"You're so warm," Tav hummed softly.
"And you're freezing."
Gale peeked at the entrance of her tent. It was closed and he realized that someone had already put out the fire for the night. He couldn't leave her like this.
The only warmth he could provide was that of his own body. Gale hastily pulled the shirt off his back, tossing it to the side. Before Tav could realize what he was doing; Gale had already snuggled himself beside her cold body.
Tav's eyes widened at the sight of his chest. Her and Gale's relationship was practically new, and even then they'd only kissed. But this- seeing Gale's chiseled chest, and the thin layer of hair that trailed down into his crotch. Her mind was going crazy already.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her closer to his chest. Tav melted into his embrace, feeling his warmth radiating off him. She snuggled her face into the nape of his neck and tightened her arms around him. She felt safe.
"I hope this isn’t unwelcomed…”
She took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet bergamot of his skin. A bliss of goosebumps littered her skin and a sigh of relief left her lips, “What? Of course not. You feel so nice-“
Gale could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He worried that Tav would feel just how nervous he was. Gods, is this what it felt to even be nervous? How ironic it was, He had never been this nervous around a goddess, yet here he was, trembling with nervousness at the thought of being around a mere mortal.
Gale fell silent for a moment, as he tried to calm himself down. He cared what Tav thought of him, and he didn’t want to seemed like he couldn’t control himself. He could feel the goosebumps rise on her skin, “I couldn’t leave you like this. I feel like this is partially my fault.”
“Oh— Gale, it was never your fault.” She spoke softly into his neck.
He closed his eyes, feeling the weight of regret settle on his shoulders. His head shook gently, a croak forming in his throat as he remembered the image of her lying on the ground, her body covered in so much blood that she was barely recognizable. "I should have been there," he murmured, his voice heavy with guilt. "I feel like I let you down, and I almost lost you. That's the hardest thing for me to accept." He exhaled slowly, trying to keep his emotions in check. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could never undo what had been done.
She squeezed his warm body gently. Tav couldn’t blame him for feeling so guilty, because she would have felt the same if it was him. She could offer nothing but comfort. “We’re here now, safe.”
Tav raised her pinky finger and hooked it around his. Gales eyes crinkled with amusement and a warm chuckle escaped from his lips as Tav spoke, "For now on, I’ll have your back and you’ll have mine.”
“Deal, my love.” Gale held the small grip and gazed down at her. Even unwell, her eyes still sparkled. He was so impressed with her being.
Gale leaned in, softly pressing his lips against Tav’s forehead. His strong arms held her tight, cradling her body close to his. Gale really did love her. He'd been in love with her for so long now, and it was past time he finally told her how he felt.
He looked into her eyes with sincerity. Feeling a wave of relief as he expressed his deepest feelings.
"I'm so thankful that fate brought us together," his voice filled with emotion. "I've come to realize just how precious you are to me, and how fleeting life can be."
Gale took a deep breath, then let out a gentle sigh. "My love for you surpasses anything I've ever felt before - for myself, and even for my goddess." He held her gaze, his eyes filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes.
“I love you.”
Tav's mouth parted, but no words came out. Her heart started to beat rapidly. What little blood she had race to her cheeks, as she reached to cup his face, "I love you too."
She timidly looked up at his soft brown eyes, faintly whispering when she finally spoke. Tav slowly brought her lips to his, a small and gentle kiss that was full of passion.
Tav and Gale were stuck in that moment for what felt like an eternity. Tav's eyes were slightly glossy, and Gale was alamared by the tears forming in her eyes, "My love! Why are you crying?" His voice laced with concern.
Tav chuckled and wiped the small tears, "Not sad tears, I'm just happy." She sniffled a couple times before flashing a reassuring smile. “You make me so happy.”
Gale held Tav tightly in his embrace. She was the first person to accept him for who he was, not for the magical powers he possessed. In that moment, Gale finally understood what it meant to be in love, and he never wanted the feeling to end.
He brushed his thumb tenderly over the contour of Tav’s cheek, his touch soft and gentle. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear before pressing his forehead against hers. His eyes stared at her with so much love,
Warnings: 18+, NSFW. No plot. Just smut. Face riding. Female receiving oral. Mention of PiV sex. Established relationship. Reader/Tav not described. Bulleted list.
A/N: Now it’s Gale’s turn for thots I just needed to get on a page. It became longer than I expected, haha. He’s an oral king. I don’t make the rules. Enjoy!
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You lifted your gaze from your book, sneaking a glance at Gale who sat on a comfortable loveseat across from you.
You weren’t surprised to catch Gale staring right back at you with a peculiar twinkle in his eye.
You knew the look, his brown eyes drinking in your form from where he sat.
He quietly shut his book, placing it to the side.
Gale stood up and settled by you on the plush couch you were lounging on.
He kissed your shoulder as you tried to pay attention to your literature.
You already knew what he wanted, but you loved making him work for it.
“Don’t mind me, my love,” Gale whispered, his voice already husky with desire. “You know I can’t stay away from you for long.”
Gale’s skilled hands wandered as his lips did the same, kissing up your neck and letting his fingers dance under the hem of your top
You smirk, no longer paying attention to the words on the page, your body immediately pliant under his touch.
“We’ve been in the tower all day…you haven’t been far from me at all.” You teased quietly, tilting your head to give him better access.
Gale hummed against your skin. “Still not close enough, I’m afraid.”
One of Gale’s hands was fully under your top now, caressing and teasing your breast.
“I want to taste you if you’ll allow me the privilege.”
You let out a soft sigh, Gale’s beard tickling you as he kissed your neck, nipping at the points he knew made you melt.
“How can I deny such a request?”
Gale lifted his head from your neck, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hand cupping your cheek.
“Let’s get comfortable then, shall we?” Gale pressed his forehead to yours, muttering something under his breath.
In an instant, you were lying on your shared bed with Gale next to you, both of your clothing gone.
The perks of being in a relationship with a wizard.
“Come here, my love. Take a seat on your throne.” Gale smirked as he gestured at his face, lying on his back.
You settle on top of him, your thighs surrounding his head.
Gale squeezes the fat off your thighs, looking up at you with a wild hunger in his eyes.
“You are stunning like this.”
Gale brought his lips to your folds, not giving you a chance to respond.
You gasped his name instead as he slowly kissed your thoroughly wet cunt, probing his tongue at your entrance.
You gripped the bed’s headboard, your thighs already trembling around his head.
You could feel his beard wonderfully scratch against your inner legs, adding more pleasurable sensations to what he was already doing.
Gale was taking his time, still lazily kissing at your folds as he would your mouth.
You wanted to rock down onto him desperately, your clit beginning to throb with need.
Gale was purposefully avoiding that part of you, drawing out your pleasure.
Gale also didn’t want this to end too quickly, thoroughly enjoying servicing you just like this.
“Gale…” you ground out. “More…please…”
Gale hummed in response, tightening his grip on your thighs.
“Patience, my love.” He murmured, grazing his nose against your clit. “Like a good wine, you must be savored. You deserve such treatment.”
You let out an airy laugh at his comparison, feeling him smile against your swollen folds as he picked up the pace, swirling around your clit.
You whined, his tongue providing the relief you were so desperate for.
Gale gently probed at your clit, alternating between your entrance and swollen bud.
“Ah…Gale…!” You cried out as he began massaging your clit with his tongue, his composure quickly crumbling at the sounds leaving your throat.
Your trembling body, his name leaving your lips in broken moans, feeling your clit swell with each pass of his tongue, it was all absolute perfection.
No magic could ever compare to having you like this.
Gale released one of your thighs to cup your ass, giving it a hearty squeeze as he continued his meal, obscene sounds filling the room as you rocked your hips on his face.
Gale was completely lost in you, your scent filling his nostrils, your arousal coating his beard, your soft skin now damp with sweat under his fingertips.
The molten pleasure was building in your spine, Gale finding a rhythm he knew would have you shattering above him before long.
Your fingernails were digging into the fabric of the headboard, bucking your hips against his lips in time with his tongue, which was now fully focusing on your clit.
“Gale…don’t stop…please…I’m…” You were breathless, opening your eyes that had been squeezed shut, looking down between your legs.
Gale was once again already staring at you, his eyes dark and blown with lust. Strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, looking disheveled.
His eyes weren’t just filled with lust, but pure passion. Love. Unwavering commitment.
You crashed over the edge, locking your eyes with his as your orgasm rocked your body.
Ecstasy blossomed from your core to every nerve, intense and mind-numbing.
You chanted Gale’s name like an incantation, your entire body convulsing and shuddering above him.
Gale moaned loudly into your pussy, keeping up his pace, wanting to taste and feel every bit of your pleasure.
Gale lapped up the gush of your release, your cunt pulsing with your orgasm against his mouth.
Gale could feel his cock aching between his legs, his body ignited with desire, knowing he could make you feel this way with just his mouth. He couldn’t help the bit of pride that swelled in his chest.
You came down from your high, ragged breath and limp body, sliding off his face to lay next to him.
Gale was breathing heavily too, his beard dripping with your release.
He turned on his side to face you, a smile gracing his features.
“Thank you for letting a wizard indulge himself.” He traced his hand over your flushed cheek.
You chuckled, bringing a hand down to his rigid length, caressing it ever so gently.
“I should be the one thanking you, love.”
Gale’s eyes closed as he let out a low moan.
You captured his lips with yours in a fiery kiss.
You could taste your tangy release on your lips, his beard soaking with it. Your tongues danced momentarily, desire burning between your legs once again.
“I don’t think we are done indulging in one another, my dear.” You purred, gently pushing Gale over to be on his back once again.
You climbed on top of him, positioning yourself over his cock.
Fire danced in his eyes as he gripped your hips, lifting his own hips ever so slightly to push his leaking tip into your tight entrance.
Gale entered you with no resistance, both of you groaning in bliss as you took him to the hilt.
You both sat there momentarily, taking one another in. You leaned forward, entwining your fingers with his above his head for leverage.
Gale let out a deep rumble, something between a chuckle and a growl as he felt you clench around him.
“Oh no, my love. We are far from being finished. I’d say we are just getting started.”
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Ahhhhh you are phenomenal! Do you have any more stray nsfw thoughts for Gale?
Oh my goodness I love this question!!! Um..I think… these are more random and much more detailed and graphic so beware 😩
More NSFW Gale of Waterdeep headcannons
He keeps thrusting hard while he’s cumming, grinding his hips against yours, milking every last drop of his orgasm
He Cums a lot, like my god does it make for a great cream pie
and he'd definitely just want to cum inside you
though it would be quite fun to tease him with keeping his cum on your face for a while after the first time he came on your face. You confidently walking back too camp while he followed closely "did you forget to wipe your face?" "love, everyone will see-oh, unless you wanted..that?"
he immediately gets hard again from that idea
Astarion would make quite a few jokes at Gales expense seeing the mess he made on you
and a few small comments on how he could do better
the next night Gale made sure to make you scream his name extra loudly, and wouldn't bother to cover your mouth to shush you
he has a hard time cumming from head, honestly. he loves getting it but he'd much prefer to be inside you
one you get to his real home, his tower, he'll want to fuck you in every single corner, on every single surface
his favorite probably being bending you over the kitchen counter but there's many favorites
Gale feels award not using his hands the whole time during sex, but specifically oral, both giving and taking
he will always be fingering you , or holding up your hips, or feeling your body, his hands will always be in use
and while you give him head he'll hold your chin or cup your jaw (isn't that just the prettiest sight)
and he'd tell you how well you're doing
lowkey compliments you so much because he wants to be complimented
Literally will walk much happier after you say he has the best cock/massive cock, anything really
And of course he's packing. Always well trimmed, solid 8 inches, perfectly curved
he doesn't even have to do much with a dick like that but he still treats you like royalty
Let's talk mutual masterbation ok
He's so used to his own touch from the time he spent alone that he definitely still needs to masterbate
but gods is he feel guilty
he'll tell you every time he wants to
and you'd just hear him moaning your name
before you were together one of his biggest fantasies about you was watching you make yourself cum
laying so prettily on his bed, spread wide
that thought would make him cum so damn fast
and also unable to look you in the eye for a whole day
he couldn't look at you directly for a whole week because of the nasty things he made up
he was masterbating quite literally every second he could manage to
to the point where he didn't really have any sperm left
thankfully he didn't have to wait long til you joined his fantasies
anyway
it became a very usual thing to grind on each other til you both came
it felt intimate and he wanted to feel you cumming on his leg
Absolutely licks his fingers after pulling his finger out of you
Premise: After their passionate affair before the mission, now it's a success, sparks really begin to fly 😏✨
Part Three to "A Practised Tongue" and "Lavender Haze"👅💋
• Gale x afab!reader • Mature rating • Act 3
Reader POV, desire, need, lil' angst, interrupted but need satisfaction, I'm deep-throating and loving it!, beg, admission of feelings, pinv, Gale "erupting".
4.3k words
Much obliged once again to @foxtatodreams for this scandalocious pic of our dear Wizard 😏💜
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Your hand grips Gale's wrist tightly, dragging him behind you, to disappear into the crowd.
You'd been given the code word through the Tadpole that the operation had been a success; that Shadowheart, Wyll, and Astarion had accomplished their side of the mission.
Karlach, Minsc, Halsin and Lae'zel were already back at the Elfsong after a victory their end quite quickly.
You, Gale, Jaheria and Minthara were the last team to leave. However, if they left too conspicuously quickly, there would undoubtedly be questions. Jaheria and Minthara were making way to the food in an attempt to remain in plain sight before returning to camp.
You, however have other plans.
"Where are we going?" Gale asks, sauced intrigue lacing in his voice.
You don't answer. You just keep walking.
A door stands a-jar four feet ahead of you down the quiet corridor and you dash for it, dragging Gale with you. Finding it to be an empty study of some sort and finding this acceptable, you duck in.
Moonlight cascades through the glass doors at the centre of the room; the sconces remaining decidedly unlit.
Gale takes in the room, glancing around the shelves in the dim silver light. You take the moment to hike your dress and glide your peace fingers against the sopping wetness of your folds, before walking confidently towards him.
"Care to tell me what we're doing here? We shouldn't-" He turns and you silence his mouth by placing your fingers barely an inch from his face. Gale freezes, not expecting you to be so close.
"Open." You instruct.
He tilts his head, then realises. His arcane bubble pops around him and a wicked smile curves his lips. He immediately obeys, welcoming the taste of your warm juices.
His eyes roll back into his head slightly, as he suckles, moaning against your digits. You feel his tongue swirling, flicking between the slit of your fingers.
"I've been so disgustingly wet all evening, I hope you know that. As you've been chatting and mingling, I've been driving myself to distraction, fantasizing about what I want to do to you next."
You withdraw your fingers and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in. He instantly meets your fire, seizing your waist tightly and folding you against him.
The frantic pitched moans eliciting from both of you, demonstrating your feverish need for each other.
Pushing him backwards, his thighs hit the desk and he sits atop it, pulling you between his legs and firmly grasping an ample cheek.
You both smirk into the kiss, devious chuckles melding between you.
"What have you been planning to get yourself to riled up? Do share with the class." He parts the kiss to tease, before diving back in.
You wordlessly cup him through his fancy suit trousers, the delectable length hard as granite. Gale gasps against your lips.
"I'm going to devour you, Dekarios." You purr, slightly mad with lust, "I'm going to take the entirety of you down my throat and gag on you till you cum, hard and needy."
You already have the belt undone. His chest is glowing with the familiar purple hue.
"I don't want to hurt you." He protests, licking the sweat forming on his upper lip.
"I want you to," you keen against his mouth, "Gods, I want you to."
"And just what precisely do you think you are doing?" Comes a dry, disgusted voice from behind you.
You both jump and turn to see Minthara's strong stature in the doorway.
"When I saw you drag the Wizard away, this is not what I anticipated was to take place."
"We can explain, Minthara." Gale begins, slightly breathless.
"Do not bother. It clearly speaks volumes to the lack of focus on our mission together and your distinct shortage of respect for your companions. You repulse me." She spits, her chin turned upwards.
"Whoa, what are you talking about?" You shake your head in disbelief, "It's just a little fun."
"Fun?" Minthara's tone dark, foreboding tone freezes your heart, "You focus on fun at this most important juncture? You forsake the fate of all through this world and beyond to Illithid slavery, all because you wish for fun ?" Her gaze withers you to the spot.
Neither of you have anything to say. It wasn't like that, but you could see her point.
"Your distraction in each other this evening could have put this entire operation in jeopardy. I suggest you seriously evaluate your dedication to this group. They have sworn their lives to you. Will you disregard that so easily?" She sneers down her nose, eyes flitting between you.
"Of course not." You answer, ashamed.
"Never. You're right, Minthara. This will only distract us from what is truly important. Defeating the Netherbrain." He releases you and steps away. Your heart drops uncomfortably in your chest and your expression with it.
"Then I suggest quelling this ridiculous romance, and focusing on our task. Follow me." She barks, walking away militantly.
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Two days pass.
You and Gale wordlessly decide to stay in opposite splits of the party; it was for the best.
Minthara's words had cut deep, as they often tended to do. The Drow certainly had a brutal honesty about her.
Sitting in the middle of the room, when everyone else had gone to bed hours ago, you stare blankly at the flames to your left. You sigh.
"Gods, it's not that bad, is it?" Shadowheart's joking lilt comes from your right.
Jerking to look, you paste a smile, "No, just sighing is all."
Shadowheart tilts her head, a sleepy expression on her face, "You've been downright miserable since the Ball the other day. What's happened?" She asks, with a new sense of softness since her journey with Shar's torment had ended.
"Nothing's happened." You answer, trying sound casual.
"That was almost convincing," she jokes, then places a hand on yours, "Look, my friend. Whatever it is that's making you miserable, I suggest you face it. Trust me, there's no forgetting about it. No matter how hard you try. And come tell me about it when you're ready." She smiles warmly, pats your hand and leaves with a swish of her braid.
You purse your lips, and sigh again through your nose, deciding to take some air.
You silently leave the room and make your way to the roof of the Elfsong, the cool night air welcome on your skin. It was decidedly empty at this time of night, the patron's long gone from their night of revelry.
You step out past the floral covered trestles, to find that your silent haven in the city's still night, wasn't just yours alone.
Gale stands with his back to you, leaning against his forarms over the side. He sighs deeply and glances up to the moon, and mutters something you can't quite hear.
You consider walking away, but something traitorous inside calls out, "Can't sleep either?"
His gaze swivels to look at you, his handsome features wide, "Oh, you startled me." He huffs a short laugh and covers his heart with his hand. His robe is wide and loose around his chest, the moonlight glinting off his warm skin.
"Sorry, I'll leave." You mutter, retreating backwards.
"No!" He calls out, hand outstretching, "Stay."
You pause, the shadow of the wooden pergola streaking your face. You swallow and step back out, crossing your arms over your own robes, a tight smile on your face. Stepping towards him, you jut your hip against the low wall.
"What brings you up here in the wee hours then?" You ask, attempting polite conversation.
"Ah, well. There's a question." He replies, gently pulsing his fist on the stone top, "The big question." He mutters to himself.
Gods, he's beautiful.
The way the silver light shines across him; his grey streaked hair, his warm brown eyes, the musculature of his chest. It painfully panged through your sternum and made you wince, sucking you lips between your teeth.
"Why are you seeking reprieve up here?" He ventures, smiling falsely.
You can't bare it. The charade of it all.
"Oh, let's cut the crap, Gale. We both know why we're up here. We're miserable." You profess, gesturing out your arms, "What Minthara said when she caught us sneaking off.. it was harsh but true. We let our feelings get in the way of the goal - me especially - and now it's like we can't be in the same vicinity as each other without feeling shitty about it." You walk back under the flower adorned pergola, to perch on the arm of a chair.
Gale nods, following you in and leaning against the wood, "And now containing our feelings for one another.. is making life unbearable." He looks crestfallen, thumbing a flower bud that hadn't bloomed.
You scrunch your eyes closed, and sigh out again, "Absolutely miserable." You agree, dejectedly.
"Positively intolerable." He agrees, morosely.
You look out over the gabled roofs and houses stretching out into the distance, all but a few dim in the night.
"So, it stands to reason," Gale begins, "that in our current state of malcontent, we're actually endangering the group far worse.."
You blink twice, letting his words pierce your foggy misery, "Pardon?"
"It could be argued that our dower moods are actively destroying morale amongst our companions.." He persists, inching closer.
Your posture straightens, intrigued, "We could be causing more harm by denying ourselves, than if we just allowed it?" You offer in questioning agreement.
"Quite so," he nods, "From personal experience, I know with certainty that Minsc has been taking our sour moods to heart, as has Wyll, as matter of fact." He punctuates his statement with a pointed finger pacing aside a soft, red blanket abandoned on the floor.
"You know, now you mention it," you start, sliding to stand, "Shadowheart just said that I shouldn't hide from whatever is making me unhappy. She noticed too."
Gale gestures his palms at you, "You see! We're destroying our peers with our despondency."
"Clearly we are." You nod several times, grapsing your chin in faux thoughtfulness, "You know, I think Minthara interrupting us like that caused a sort of 'unfinished business' between us, if you will."
Gale's arcane bubble flickers around him, a familiar glow threatening under the cover of his robe, "Mhm, mhm. I see what you mean. You mean to say that as we didn't get to resolve our burgeoning attraction, there's an almost irreverent longing to conclude that lingering undiscoveredness." His breathing is shallow and his eyes are searching, "And that if we removed the distraction of the unknown, we could move passed our.." There was barely six inches between the heat of your bodies, "need." He finishes, eyes boring down on yours.
"Fuck it." You moan, rushing to meet him.
He expects you, and wraps his arms around your waist, as you swoop your arms high to engulf him in a passionate kiss. Tongues encircle and mate with each other, as hands explore and delve.
Parting his robe, you reveal his chest proper, tearing your lips away from his and suckering onto the bright, burning orb in his chest. His hands instinctively wind into your hair, as you trace your tongue along the illuminated shape of Karsus' mark on his perfect body.
"Oh, Gods. I've missed your touch. How could I miss something I barely got to experience?" He questions to no one.
"Because we were denied, sweetheart. But we need this. We need to finish it. Finish it and we'll be fine." You rant, dropping to your knees.
Gale's breath hitches and he braces against the table; a poetic symmetry in the switching of your positions.
Untying the loose knot hanging low on his hips, you open the robe to unveil his navy, loose sleeping bottoms; the telltale tenting of the soft material obvious.
Wasting no time, you yank down his trousers and underwear, till they pool at his feet. His cock stands to attention, rigid and proud. He kicks out of his clothes hurriedly, moaning through clenched teeth.
You look up at him through lidded gaze, as he returns it with purple fire blazing through him.
Gods, he looks like perfection. Wisdom, and courage, and beauty. He deserves to be adored. To be worshipped.
You place your hands on his muscular thighs, gliding your touch around and back. You press hot, suckling kisses to the inner meat, trailing your tongue behind.
His legs twitch and he groans out, "Oh, oh."
Sitting up a little on your toes, your lips trail to the tight lines of his obliques.
"I love these," you whisper, ghosting your fingertips over the dents, "the first time I saw you bathing in the river, I wanted to fall to my knees and lick them till you begged me to stop." You admit, hoarse with lust.
"I'd much rather beg you to start."
A playful giggle rumbles in your chest, "Go on then."
"Please. Please. I have no will to refuse you here. Please." He immediately pleads, eyebrow creasing upward.
"Please, what?" You ask, mouth against his skin, hands squeezing his taut buttocks.
Gale gestures his hand and an image of you with a ravenous look in your eye appears in his palm.
"I'm going to devour you, Dekarios." Your image moans, "I'm going to take the entirety of you down my throat and gag on you till you cum, hard and needy. I'm going to devour you, Dekarios. I'm going to take-"
He closes his hand with a flourish and the magic snuffs out, he maintains eye contact with you, "That, please."
You smirk, slightly embarrassed but more than a little flattered, "How many times have you played that?"
"Hundreds." He answers flatly, "A man hears that and can't easily forget it." He irks a brow to you.
"It would be the greatest of pleasures to gag on your perfect cock, Mr. Dekarios." You tip your head to the side in a bow.
"I meant what I said, I don't want to hurt you." He insisted, thumbing your cheek.
"You won't, trust me; I enjoy it. The desperation you feel from the bliss I'm giving you, is a big arousal point for me."
Gale swallows and his breath quickens, "That will not be a problem."
"I have one condition though; if I tap on your leg twice," you demonstrate, "I need to stop. Understand? There's a fine balancing act between breathing and blowing." You titter at your own small joke, which he graciously replies with his own, "Unless I specifically do that; please, don't stop. You're not hurting me."
"I promise." Gale nods with a fierce assurance, blue and lavender cutting aross his features.
With the conversation, his thick cock wilts slightly but you soon have his full attention once more. Laving your tongue across his skin, while your fingers graze his testicles.
Gale's hips twitch as you gentle squeeze his sac within your grasp, he airs out a long moan at the contact. The flushed tip of his cockhead swollen and leaking, you brush your tongue over the slit, tasting the salty mix.
"Gods." He chokes out, his eyes streaking to the skies.
You wish you could temper your desires, to drag this out torturously until he's practically ready to cum from teasing but Gods if you hadn't waited long enough already.
You wrap your lips and tongue around his engorged tip, your hand around the length, the other still massaging his balls.
A tense, shuddering sigh flows from Gale, as you try to start slowly.
Your hand and mouth work in tandem, drawing him deeper into your mouth. The velvet feel of his cock against your tongue, as Gale's breathing tenses above you.
Settling onto your legs proper, looking up at the gorgeous Wizard above you, you angle your throat to prepare. Your pussy already wet from anticipation, slightly cool from the night air under your nightgown.
Gale reaches a hand towards your face, and brushes back the hair in your face. He smiles at you; a sweet, simple smile, that has you weak and willing to do anything for this incredible man.
Still working his cock with your mouth, you take your hand from his length and reposition his to the back of your head. A gentle, "oh" noise leaves the back of his throat, as you do. The mark pulses and his eyes darken like coals in the shadow and moonlight. He firms his grip with a hungry flick of his tongue over his lip.
Maintaining eye contact, you attempt to dive for the kill. Relaxing your throat, breathing out and calming your reflex, you begin to gulp down the length of him.
Gale gasps, as the vision that was you consuming the entirety of his dick, stares back at him with an intentional glint of devious mischief.
Your hands switch to forcefully grab his hips, and start to pump them forwards. Your throat tries to resist as you swallow around his girth, pricking tears in your eyes. The sensation twitches your pussy, the wetness between your legs growing.
Gale understands quickly and takes the initiative to mimic the movement. The feeling of his plump head hitting the back of your throat, ripples gooseflesh across your skin. It puckers your nipples, your eyes rolling and jaw slack as he takes over.
Gods, you love this part.
He sees the reaction wave over you and clearly grows in confidence, his grip on you head more firm and controlled.
You roll your head to bob with the rhythm of his thrusts, a high, garbled moan sounding from your stuffed throat.
As you breathe on a long out-stroke, you bare down, as he continues to pound into your mouth. Sloppy, debauched noises, snapping hips, grunts and hedonistic moans echo into the night air.
Gale picks up speed, and you meet his stroke. He whines in desperation, sucking in breath and cursing.
You're determined to take all of him, and summon the strength to do precisely as he requests. Gagging and jerking, you dig your fingertips into the curve of his ass and attempt the last inch. His other hand now fisted into your hair, he helps by pushing you deeper.
Your nose brushes the curls at the base, his cock fully seated in your throat. Tears stream down your face, as he fucks himself inside your mouth. Saliva drips down his sac and onto your chest and legs.
You begin to moan, vibrating the back of your throat, tongue flat and strong. You encourage him, gently patting his ass to bolster the effect.
Desperate moans tremble from Gale as he looks upward, straining his neck. The delicious curve of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple while he moans. You can see from his body language, he was tettering on the very edge.
He shoots his gaze down to you, "I'm going to-" is all he managed before his face contorts with sheer ecstacy, his thighs tense and his hips splutter.
A soundless boom of bright violet and cerulean light erupts from his chest, as he calls out your name and censored expletives, as he raggedly pumps his load down your throat.
You feel the pulsing against your tongue and the warmth hitting the back. He twitches and pulls his teeth tight against the stimulation he feels at you skillfully milking every last drop of his cum.
Relinquishing his cock from your throat, you suckle on his tip, and release it with a soft pop. It bobs in front of you, spent.
Thank the gods he was seated against the table, or there was a high chance he would probably collapse.
"Oh, dear and cursed gods above and below. That was indescribable." He babbles, his hand his woven in your hair.
You gently ease off your calves, leaning up to press soft kisses against his lower belly. Gale sighs and blinks hard against the night sky.
Dabbing your eyes and cheeks with your sleeve, you quickly reorient yourself, pushing off the floor to stand.
There is a brief moment between you, before Gale sweeps his head underneath to capture you in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His hands grasp your sides and wrap you in closely, as yours snake around his neck. Your tired tongue playfully meets and bonds with his, as he kisses you long and slow.
You part with a gasp, a smile on both your faces, "That is definitely better than moping around for days." You quip, barely above a whisper.
Gale hums in agreement, "Indubitably." His hand glides down your thigh and hooks underneath your robe, "Now you."
He pauses at the apex of your mound, and raises his brows expectantly, "Beg." He instructs.
You irk a brow and purse your lips in a sideways smirk. Remembering the discarded blanket on the floor, you push off him and begin to untie your robe.
His eyes hungrily follow you back, watching intently as you drop it to the floor, revealing your thin strapped nightie. You cross your hand across your chest, making a point to glide your fingers over the arch of your breasts and push the straps down your arms. The thin material falls away, revealing your nipples, peaked against the cool Baldurian night.
"Please, Gale. Lay your hands on me, show me how much you missed me."
You gently shuck off the nightie, and stand before him completely exposed.
Your heart was racing.
Stupid though it was, this was a truly vulnerable moment for you.
Of course, you'd had his mouth, fingers and cock inside you. You'd already had sex. But there had been a clothing barrier between you. Now there was nothing. Now there was just you.
You took a steadying breath, and wait in anticipation as he still perches on the small table, watching you.
"Lie down, please. Legs spread." He instructs, pushing off the surface and standing tall.
You do as he askes and lay on the red blanket, parting your legs with bent knees.
He wordlessly kneels down before you, grabbing an orange pillow as he descends. He covers your body with his and gestures the pillow at you. Obliging, he places it beneath your head for you with a smile that crinkles his eyes.
Your heart swells and aches to look at him. Could you have fallen in love with him so quickly? Or has it been slowly since the moment you pulled him from that rock?
Has it been in the moments between moments? The unseen parts for no one else's eyes.
In conversation, in banter, in laughter? In the big things like protecting you in battle, or the small things like a pillow for your comfort?
"I love you." You admit, unable and unwanting to keep it in.
For what feels like an age, an agonising age; the world is silent.
Tears form silently in his eyes, as his smile turns wistful and joyful.
"I love you." He responds, tearfully.
He kisses you, quite unlike the others. There is truth and heart and unhidden love contained within it. Breath and heat, lips and hunger.
His fingers trace down the rises and falls of your body before two fingers crest over your curls and glide down the swollen lips of your soaking pussy.
Without any resistance, his digits are welcome in the warmth of your walls. The kiss deepens as his fingers tease your soft spot, and his thumb draws circles on your clit. You moan against his mouth, as pleasure radiates outward from your core.
He strokes your walls, gently pumping his hand and flexing his thumb in perfect rhythm. You were already so aroused from deep throating his delicious cock, it wouldn't take you long to finish.
Your breathing becomes erratic as pleasure pushes in on you, the chill of the air no longer affecting your body.
Suddenly, there was an absence within you as Gale removes his fingers. You whine in disappointment, only to feel the pressure of his cockhead seconds later.
His thickness fills you in no time from how wet and ready you were, both of you moan in wanton bliss as your bodies truly reconnect.
"Oh Gods, Gale. I've missed you. I want you. I want you. I love you." You ramble, his hips forcefully rolling against yours.
"Oh, I've missed you too. I love you, I love you. I've always loved you." He replies, wrapping his arms your back to pull you closer to him.
Filled with his perfect length, you match his speed and force, euphoria building together.
Chorusing your love and adoration for each other, electricity pulsing between you, the precipice of orgasm rapidly hurtling towards you both.
Sweat glistening in his periwinkle blaze, breath choppy; your body and souls connect in an inconceivable torrent of devotion, friendship and passion. Your orgasm hits a split second after his, as you both cum hard and ragged, calling to each other in a blissful cacophony of joy and elation.
Gale barely holds himself above you, as the purple haze of magic of his orgasm hangs around you both. Your muscles tremble, recovering from the devastating peak you shared.
Your face buries in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his damp hair. Gale bumps his head against yours, kissing your jaw to you mouth. Sloppy lips press open-mouthed kisses, barely able to function.
He rearranges himself slightly, leaning on his forearm but remaining pressed deep inside. You reach your hand to softly fist his hair long hair in your grasp, the other tracing the light ember lines of Karsus' mark on his eye and cheek.
A wave of profound sadness washes over you and unable to hold back, you choke out, "Don't leave me." Thinking of his intended task ahead.
"Unless you ask me otherwise, I shall not leave your side, my love." He takes your hand from tracing his face and presses a kiss to it.
"Never." You reply, barely above a whisper.
"Then never shall I leave you." He dips down to kiss you again, swallowing any more protests.
And for that night, the world was only made for them.
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