Summary: You and Gale are trapped in a locked room, with no space to move. Inspired by @daisyofwaterdeep 's juicy post which I just couldn't resist writing about.
Set early in Act 1, before the tiefling party. Featuring matchmaker Karlach and chaos gremlin Astarion.
Disclaimers: 18+. Mildly smutty. Gale x female Tav/reader.
Word count: 1k
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“Well, this is a tight fit, isn't it.”
Crushed between the wall and Gale's heaving frame, you cannot avoid his warm breath on your cheek. You speak into his beard, desperate for space.
“Serves me right, for wandering straight through every door I see.”
Gale's chest is flush against yours. His arms flinch in an awkward attempt to avoid your waist and rear. Your own hands are fatefully sandwiched between your bodies. You curl them into yourself, trying frantically to ignore the groove of his groin.
It is not that you have not imagined how it would feel. In the darkness, you have wondered about the taste of Gale's touch, the lilt of those lithe fingers. But only for fleeting moments, sheepish and stolen. You are almost strangers, after all, fledgling friends. And never beyond your wildest dreams would you have imagined this, much less wished for it.
“Your curiosity is one of your most a-door-able traits.” You can feel his smirk on your skin. “One might even say it's the key to your success.
Your groan is muffled amongst his hair. “I'm glad to see being trapped in a coffin with me brings out your comedic genius.”
“Just getting a handle on the situation.”
Despite the levity, each word of his seems more choked. His ribs jostle against yours. You are surprised by the lean edges of his frame, the force of muscle beneath his robe. As if he senses your attention, he swallows, his eyes darting around you in a frenzy.
You grunt as you manage to wrench one hand free, only to realise in horror that it is cupping the curve of his ass. You cannot help but notice how firm it is. How full. When he jerks at the contact, his leg wedges between yours. Your hand dangles ominously below his hipbone.
“Sorry!” He fumbles, his features twisting. “Sorry. Gods, I'm sorry–”
“Karlach?” you cry. “Astarion? Are you out there?”
The responding thump on the door rocks the entire room. Gale's thigh spasms into yours. He winces sharply.
“Can you get us out please?” Gale blurts. “Now?”
“Hang on, soldiers.” Karlach sounds annoyingly relaxed, even chipper. “The door locked behind you, and we don't have the key. We can't break it down either, tough bastard.”
“Oh look.” The glee in Astarion’s voice is undeniable. “We've run out of lockpicks. Best go hunt for some more.”
You try and fail to punch the door. A flush has spread from Gale's neck to his cheeks. His blushed earlobe hovers just before your mouth. You can feel his heat on your skin, the rasp of his stubble.
“Hurry up,” he pleads. “Please.”
Gale clears his throat. As he shifts and fidgets, the taut muscles of his chest rub against your breasts. His juddering breaths are hot against your ear, and you are mortified by the ripple through your core, the peaking of your nipples. He wriggles his leg, trying in vain to move it out of the range of danger. But his knee grinds into you instead. You chew your lip.
“This is simply” – he stammers, his throat bobbing – “This is most– I'm terribly sorry–”
He trails off, burbling incoherently. You have never seen Gale so out of sorts. As you writhe clumsily against each other, sweat beads on his brow. You can smell the bittersweet tang of it, layered within the fog of sandalwood and leather, book dust and soap. You wonder if he feels as dizzy as you do. You no longer think it is from the lack of air in the room.
“I should be sorry,” you manage. “I haven't bathed for a week.”
You were hoping for a chuckle, a break in the stiffness between you. But instead, there is a glimmer on Gale's chest. A faint stain of indigo flashes and then deepens. He is glowing. You stare at his blazing orb scar in alarm.
“Gale…”
Gale is coughing. Sputtering. As he twists, pointlessly seeking escape, you feel an unmistakable hardness against your hand. Your eyes widen. Clasped between your hips and his, jerking your hand away only nestles it further in. Your fingers bear down against his bulge.
Gale's eyelids flutter. He bites his lip.
“Stop moving,” he chokes, pained. “Please stop moving.”
For a moment, you do. Your chests rise and fall against each other’s. Strands of his hair drift over your face as you meet his gaze. His lips are swollen red, parted as he pants.
You are acutely aware of the point of his knee. It surges, ever so slightly, against your cleft. His eyes are dark and desperate, like you have never seen before. You are drunk on the rhythm of his leg, trembling against the pulse of your desire. You stifle a gasp, your nerves unravelling, his breaths catching as you quiver into him. Your fingers move of their own accord, following the thrumming of his need, flickering along his throbbing length.
He moans. You feel it like a wet hot flare through you, his searching mouth lingering over yours.
“Please,” he whispers.
His hardness twitches towards your touch as you grind against each other. He is groaning, grunting, and you can taste the salt and sweetness of his breath as his nose grazes yours and your lips open to his…
You tumble backwards as the door swings open, crashing hard against the ground. You lie there for a while, swollen, dazed. Karlach and Astarion loom above you with triumphant grins.
“Look at you, all flushed and breathless.” Astarion’s fangs flash.
Karlach pulls you up with a flourish. “It's a good job you didn't pass out.” She beams.
Stumbling, burning, you look back into the room. You have a brief glimpse of a tented robe, a guttering purple glow, before Gale lurches away, shutting the door behind him.
"I just want to watch." He'd said—him, your precious, monogamous Gale Dekarios had said after you'd come to him about Halsin's proposition.
You hadn't been expecting that. Halsin's offer for a rousing night was not entirely out of the blue, you'd been the one to come on to him that night at the tiefling party afterall—but you'd never in a thousand years thought that Gale might actually be open to the idea. You'd already told the druid it'd be unlikely and you'd already fallen for another, which Halsin graciously accepted—of course he did. What you weren't prepared for was the beetroot red cheeks and avoidant eyes.
So you found yourself on your back, spread open and pliant beneath large hands and an eager mouth, two orgasms in and attention flitting between the druid fucking you like he'd already perfected the art of it, and your whimpering, desperate wizard—his fist around his own cock, his dilated pupils watching the way Halsin's great length sheaths inside you with undivided attention.
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?
1.9k words
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 were about to make a sardonic quip about giving the person below quite a view while scaling the stone walls without underwear, but something stirred within you. Something hungry and impatient.
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 short 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 but 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.
"Yes, Madam." He groaned with an irked, determined brow. His whiskey and barrel coloured eyes burned with hunger, as he pushes you roughly backwards and 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.
You cry out in shocked pleasure as he instantly gets to work, his tongue flutters over your clit with practiced precision.
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, 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 taste so good." 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, arching 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 skillful tongue and 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 soft mouth and practiced tongue 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."
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,
Summary: Gale x You (gender neutral) explore the merits of dominate person outside of combat. A little non-con, sort of, some light bondage, edging, you know the drill - in a manner of speaking. Enjoy!
Master List | Ao3
Your companions decided it had been ages since they’d been home and decided to explore the Elf Song, despite the horrors that befell them. Astarion refused publicly but you noted how he slunk after the others, wanting to be included. Gale told Karlach you’d join them later, that you had something in mind.
“Far be it from me to pry,” Karlach said, “enjoy yourself.” She slapped Gale on the back, grinning, “At least one of us is getting properly laid.”
You waved awkwardly and Gale bloomed crimson as you wonder if Karlach knew what you had planned.
You brought it up innocently enough, casual in your ask about the implications of the spell. After you watched Gale use it in combat your curiosity got the better of you. How could you not have ungodly thoughts when he moved his hands like that? How could you not be curious to have him invade your mind, your body in a way so total it transcended intimacy.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Gale muttered against your neck, biting down as he grinned. His fingertips trailed from the nape to your temple and he tilted your head back to kiss you. Though, he waited, lingering just above your lips. You whimpered a plea and he shook his head, narrowing his eyes. “Not yet.”
You sighed as your eyes fluttered shut. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Your ability to do anything beyond what I command you to will be entirely compromised,” Gale whispered, drawing his fingers down to wrap deftly around your neck. “Your limbs will move according to my will,” he said, kissing the side of your mouth, “your body and mind bent to me. You will be powerless in the fullest sense of the word.” He paused, kissing you slowly, slipping his tongue between your lips for a taste. As he pulled away, you whined. “Are you sure this is what you want? Once we begin… I’ll have no way to know if you want me to stop.”
You knew Gale could see the redness as it crept up your cheeks, feel your body as you shuddered and closed your legs to conceal your arousal. “Yes. I’m sure.”
Gale smirked, a dark, wolfish grin that caught the moonlight. “How long shall I cast it?” You felt your heart throbbing in time with your groin, warmth spreading through you.
“As long as you’d like,” you whisper. This had been your idea, after all. You wanted to be at his complete mercy.
“If you insist,” He said, whispering the incantation. “I bend your will to mine.”
All at once you felt yourself and not. There is another presence inside your mind in a way that frightened you. You tried to move your arm and it disobeyed you. The panic rose as you tried again, fruitlessly, to move your other arm. To turn your head. To scream.
The thrill surged through you and you felt the panic give way to excitement. Gale inspected you, lifting an arm with his hand to drop it and watch it go limp. “Wonderful,” the way he said the word made your stomach drop. “Now…where to begin.”
Gale studied you for what felt like hours, his eyes boring into every blemish and through your bones. You had never felt so naked.
“Nod if you’re ready,” and you tried which made him chuckle. “Ah,” he then allowed you to nod and you felt your head begin to move against your will. Nod. You heard the command as clear as spoken word echoing through your mind and obliged.
You watched as Gale lifted his shirt overhead and you heard his voice again, Lay down. And so you did. Your body laid back clumsily, a foreigner to you now. You felt the sensations as both yours and outside of yourself.
It was a strange sensation, to have no safe word, no ability to fight back in the event of discomfort. The fear only stoked your desire. You trusted Gale explicitly and knew whatever he forced you to do you, he wouldn’t harm you.
Still, a small part of you wondered. Who knew what a person was capable of in the throughs of utter control.
You had asked him not to tell you what he would do, to not ask if something was alright. You wanted the experience in pure form.
His fingers traced along the bottom of your shirt and you felt your breath hitch despite yourself. His fingers were warm against your skin and goosebumps rose across your torso where Gale exposed it to the night air. You were surprised you were able to control your own breath.
Gale lifted your shirt slowly, appreciating each new flash of skin with indulgence. He leaned down to kiss you, to leave a trail of his lips burning against you as he worked the garment up. Heat pulsed through you as you lay helpless, desperate for him to move quicker, to have you.
Gale finally slipped the garment off, exposing your chest. He paused to admire you, running his hands over your chest and torso, caressing every inch of your body as if he’d never touched you before.
He grasped your face with one hand and drew you close, tilting your chin to kiss you. It was a slow, drawn out torture and your arousal only grew. The pulsing between your thighs was overwhelming, the need for him insatiable. Internally, you begged and pleaded for him and yet your mouth could not move.
His pupils were blown wide and deep crimson colored his cheeks when he pulled away, kissing down your neck, across your collar bone, and down your torso before stopping at your trousers. You knew he could feel your arousal and your body wanted to arch, to move against his to find any reprieve in friction but it was pointless.
Taking your trousers with his teeth, he began to tug them off and used his hands to massage your thighs as he did. “Beautiful,” he murmured before pulling them off completely. He touched your arousal over your undergarments and he smirked, raising a brow knowingly. “Someone is eager,” and he added firmness to his touch. You knew your cheeks were burning and felt sweat pool on your lower back as he touched you. A stiff breeze could send you off the precipice.
He ran his tongue along the apex of your pelvis before stopping and sitting up to remove his own shirt, his skin milky in the moonlight. You felt your breath hitch and he worked the source of your arousal, teasingly and lightly at first before almost violently ridding you of your undergarments. He breathed heavily, possessed and lowered himself to taste you. His moan of delight sent a chill down your spine as you felt his hot tongue against you, the throbbing ache of desire blinding you. You were overwhelmed, desperate, and paralyzed.
Say my name, you heard the command as your lips parted and cried his name in prayer. He groaned louder this time, inciting another command: move with me. And so you did, undulating your body against his eager tongue, feeling yourself closer to climax and yet your body would not allow it. “Ah,” he whispered against your groin, “you will not finish unless I allow it, do you understand?” You stared at him, his gaze heavy and lustful, “do you understand?” Nod. You nodded vigorously as he continued to ravage you with his practiced tongue.
The ache was painful and you were sure you would internally combust from the pressure, sure your body would cum of its own accord despite the spell. But you didn’t and instead were left to suffer in waiting.
He bit your inner thigh and materialized a rope. Another command: tie your hands, please, my love. You began to knot the ropes around your wrist and he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Tighter.” He gave a tug and the rope forced itself against your skin. You wanted to wince, they were almost too tight. You’d never seen him this way, so demanding. Gale lifted your arms overhead and pressed his throbbing erection between your thighs. “You’re a masterpiece,” he mused before commanding you to sit up. You did, your hands tied behind you, and he stood to slip off his pants and briefs. Your eyes widened, drinking in his body.
He laid back on the bed, resting his arm behind his head casually and gestured with the other. “Come here,” and you stood gingerly, your feet moving forward on their own. You stood dumbly at the edge of the bed and he uttered another, “come here,” he emphasized, nodding towards his stiff erection.
Your hips hovered over him and he clicked his tongue, gripping your hips and spun you around so you weren’t facing him. He lowered your body slowly onto him and you felt yourself stretch to accommodate and felt tears well in your eyes from overwhelm. He moved painstakingly, holding your tied hands as leverage as he bucked hard and deep into you, hitting the deepest source of your arousal. “Beg for me,” he demanded and his voice was gravely and thick with need. You obeyed, the salacious noises leaving your body matching his own guttural, animalistic groans.
“Stop,” he demanded and your body froze. He spun you again, lifting you easily by the hips and pushed you back on the bed, hooking your legs over his shoulders. He held your ankles and began to thrust deeper, forcefully, as if preforming a tantric exorcism. Tears of longing streamed down your face which seemed to excite him more, “Finish with me,” his voice broke, the confidence and power that exuded in the beginning dissipated into a man famished. You felt your body convulse violently, pleasure coursing through every inch of you as his mage hand pleasured your arousal and his throbbing erection thrust into you. He moaned desperately, gasping for air and in the same breath lost concentration of the spell and at once you felt your body become yours again. Your fingers clawed into your palms as you cried out, bucking your hips aggressively against him, moving in time with his body as you both undulated with pure ecstasy and the proof of his excitement seeped between your legs, filling you. You caught his mouth in a lustful kiss, shoving your tongue into his mouth as you finished.
You weren’t sure how long you laid there together, trying to catch your breath, kissing one another with such brutal force you felt your lips swell. Gale was shy, sheepish when he asked, “Did you… enjoy yourself?” His voice was still hoarse and he made quick work to free your hands.
You sighed, wrapping your arms around him to pull him tight against your naked body, feeling the warmth exchanged between you. “More than you could possibly know,” you breathed against his neck.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your hair and inhaled, snaking his arms around your waist to pull you against his body.
There were still countless unknowns and an elder brain to destroy. But for now in the stillness of night, the only thing that consumed you was him.
Gale drinks a potion that allows him to see people's deepest desires.
C/W: voyeurism? Alludes to spicy, without being spicy.
Thank you, truly, to everyone that has reacted to my other fics. You have no idea how much it makes me happy! Apologises if this isn't well edited- I'm fighting a full blown fever & severe tonsillitis, so I'm a bit delirious.
Requests are open.
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The companions had earned themselves a long night's rest and had stumbled upon a peculiar village on the banks of a nearby river.
They had rented several rooms in the local inn, The Silver Goblet, with the surplus coin they'd scavenged from a recent troll fight. Although, with so many people at short notice, it was confirmed one set would have to share lodgings for the night.
Gale's heart hammered at the thought - this would be his chance to spend an evening close to [y/n]. Everyone knew of Gale's infatuation, but kept silent on the matter. Perhaps even [y/n] knew, because she'd avoid any situation that left the two of them alone.
It wasn't that [y/n] and Gale were enemies. In fact, on parchment, they were the perfect match - formidable in battle, fans of cooking, and far too enthusiastic about books.
You could always tell when the two were in one another's company (even if it was with another companion present). Their laughter would fill the air, followed by enthusiastic whispering about recently obtained scrolls or past quests.
However, the second it was just the two of them, [y/n] would be like a deer in headlights. She'd suddenly squeak out something she had forgotten to do and scurry off as quick as her legs could manage.
"Well, this is quite the predicament! Although, being as generous as I am, I offer to help us with this situation! I'd ha-" Gale began waffling.
But before he could finish the sentence, his speech was cut short by another.
"We'll share," Karlach declared, fistbumping Lae'zel who gave a curt nod of approval.
"Oh...wonderful! Well, um, that settles that! Saves any...awkwardness around camp," Gale replied with a fake laugh.
His attempt to sound causal was terribly unconvincing, gaining a few looks and eyebrows raised at him.
Most of the party were still asleep when Gale awoke, eager to explore the tiny settlement.
There wasn't much in this village - a mill, two farms, a blacksmith and a general store.
After purchasing some essentials, and a small healing potion, the trader informed Gale of another store.
"If you're big on your potions, there's a shop outside the village walls. Left of Daggerroot farm. People 'round here don't trust magic and potion stuff - they say they sell forbidden, cursed, items. Although to a mage it's probably all the same,"
Gale turned past the farm in question, and after a short walk, came across a shop carved into the stone. Outside hung potion ingredients and purple banners. The door was etched with an unfamiliar symbol. He hesitated for a moment, before pushing the door open.
The tradesman had been partially correct, nearly all the potions were basic, harmless to a degree - not the evil concoctions he had expected.
"I guess he wasn't lying about the village folk being against magic."
The owner of the shop was practically attached to Gale's hip the second he entered, following him around to show off each shelf and cabinet. Once his arms could barely contain the potion bottles, he waddled over to the counter to purchase.
As he paid for the items, the strange seller, who's hood covered their face, began talking again.
"Y'know...I have some more...unusual potions in the back," they began, a thumb signalling to behind the counter.
Despite the danger, Gale's curiosity had taken control as always, following the cloaked stranger into the back.
The seller was right. Some of these potions were definitely cursed. Others, were more a grey area of acceptability.
Regardless of his better judgement, Gale did buy one. It claimed to allow the user to see into other's minds - showcasing the person's deepest desires.
"Ah! That allows you to see into a person's heart! Only lasts for an hour or two, but wonderful if you need to interrogate!"
It had been three days since Gale had bought the potion. He had spent the last 72 hours fighting with his conscious over using it. Although, he had managed to convince himself it was for the safety of the group.
"What if someone is lying about their desires? That they're actually plotting? Or have ulterior motives?"
With guilt lying heavy on his shoulders that night, he chugged the contents, before strolling through the camp.
Each time he went past someone's tent, it was like he was dragged through a portal. He'd find himself as a spectral figure, watching a live action recount of their dreams.
Nothing was out of the ordinary - Astarion had defeated Cazador, Halsin had lifted the shadowcurse...
In fact, there was no surprises until he had reached [y/n]'s tent. As he stepped closer, he became painfully aware he had no idea what she could have been dreaming of.
As with each of the other visions, they came into view sluggishly. Initially, he could only make out the book lined walls of a library. Slowly, [y/n]'s figure began to appear.
She was lying on the ground, her head leaning against someone, her hand gently rested against their chest. Her shoulders were bare, with a blanket covering the rest of her.
Gale blushed deeply and he felt his stomach drop at the sight. He wanted to look away, to prevent his heart breaking more, but he had to know who the other figure was.
Perhaps it was the innkeeper, who had been unapologetically flirty with [y/n] a few nights prior.
Slowly, the other figure materialised, and Gale thought his knees were going to cave in as he saw it.
A faint marking of his orb.
"Y'know, my love, if we're going to keep doing this, we're probably best getting a bed made for the library," Gale's phantom chuckled leaning down to kiss [y/n] lazily.
"...Gale, if we were to do that, we'd need a bed in every room of this house," [y/n] replied back, her eyes filled with adoration as she looked up at him.
Gale could barely comprehend what he was witnessing, before he was ripped back to reality - the two hours were up.
Gale had spent the last day or two debating if something had gone wrong - perhaps the potion had accidentally sent him into his own fantasy?
It was only that evening, that he got confirmation it was definitely [y/n]'s dream.
He was sat slouched on a log by the fire, nose deep in a book.
"I'm surprised you have time for eating, the amount of time you spend with yourself glued to a book," Wyll joked.
Gale chuckled at the thought.
"What can I say! I'd have a bed in my library if I could," Gale replied.
As if on cue, [y/n] began coughing wildy, her face a deep shade of red, causing Karlach to begin slapping her back.
"You alright, soldier?"
"YES! Y-yes, food went down the wrong way," [y/n] stammered out.
It took Gale every bit of composure not to grin at [y/n]. Now he just had to work on finding a way to make their dreams a reality.
