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“A fun idea ? A powerful druid just drugged you, and you think using those same herbs would be a fun idea ?” Gale asks incredulously, looking at you as if you had suddenly sprouted tentacles. You shrug, unable to hide your grin at the salacious thought in your head. “Jaheira said she kept extras on hand, I just think it might be…” You pause to run your hand over his shoulder. “...an interesting way to get the truth out of you.” A calloused hand grabs yours gently, stopping its trek over the expanse of his torso. You look up into your wizard’s eyes to see… hurt - fear? “My love,” he begins unsteadily, pressing your palm to his heart, beating rapidly, felt underneath his sleep clothes. “Do you think me insincere? I assured you I would never, never lie to you.” You shake your head ‘no’ quickly, resting a reassuring hand on his cheek. “Of course not, Gale. I only meant…” You let the words sit on your tongue, unsure how to phrase them. “I only meant that I could hear what you really think of me,” you clarify, rubbing your thumb over his soft bottom lip. He tilts his head, still confused. “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean, my dear. Do you think my praise untrue? I promise you, though I am a many of arguably many words they don’t mean any less when bestowed on you in droves.” You nearly simmer at his words, his unbridled affection for you. “No, my wizard, I mean the words you don’t say. When it’s just us, tangled in your bedroll or in the solace of the woods.” He breathes a sigh of relief, if only momentarily and places a reassuring hand on your thigh. “I promise you, if you think I have any critiques of our more… intimate moments, I assure you I do not. In fact, I-”
You stop him with a finger to his mouth. “ Gale . I know every word you say to me rings true. I mean, in simplest terms, you are a gentleman. In every sense of the word. I mean there are things you want to say when we have sex that you won’t let yourself say. I see them just on the tip of your tongue, or in your moans that almost give way to whispers against my skin.” His eyes brighten, as if in recognition. He chuckles nervously, tilting his head to the side, showing the blush creeping up his neck. “I must admit, there are some things I suppose I hold back. But I shouldn’t even be thinking them! They are filthy, and some downright degrading!” Your thighs clench at the possibilities. “Certainly things Morena Dekarios would be mortified if she heard hearing coming from her son’s lips.” You smile at his hesitance, and scoot forward, placing yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands wrap around your waist and find the small of your back, feeling natural in the position. You look down at him slyly, your gaze returned with heat from the sudden change in position. “Well it’s a good thing your mother won’t hear you saying them.” You lean forward and breeze your lips against his, a featherlight touch. “And the thing coming from your lips better be me .” You say purposefully before kissing him fully, his breath shuttering underneath you. He regards you with heavy eyes, and looks around the room dutifully. “I wouldn’t want the others to hear.” He concedes. You smile at his constant concern for your privacy. “Well it’s a good thing they’ll be speaking with Jaheira for the better part of the night.”
A few moments later, you produce a glass of wine to Gale, settling in on the bed beside him. “Are you sure?” You ask, searching his face for any signs of discomfort. He answers you by downing half the glass in one go, suddenly as eager as you are. “And you said the herbs have an immediate effect?” He asks, licking the remnants off his lips, maintaining eye contact. You nod. With a flourish he finishes the rest of the glass and sets it aside, situating himself on top of you, your head bracketed by his arms. “Then we shouldn’t waste any time.” Is all he says huskily before leaning down to meet your lips, his tongue immediately seeking the recesses of your warm mouth. You gasp as he devours you, tasting of wine, the dinner you had previously, and some indistinct earthy flavor. “ Gale ”, you moan out as you feel his rapidly hardening bulge grind against your core. “Yes, my love, what do you need?” He rasps, seemingly intoxicated by your mouth. You take a deep breath, not forgetting the point of this evening. “What do you need, my wizard?”
He begins to slide down your body, his lips and rough beard marking every inch of his descent. You hurriedly remove your shirt and bra, leaving your breasts bare to him. He moans as he eagerly takes a nipple in his mouth, lazily running his tongue around it while lightly pinching the other with his fingers. “I need - to taste every inch of you, my love. I need to drink at your breasts until I am sated.” You gasp as he lightly slaps one. “I need to see them bounce as I drive my cock into your cunt again and again, always so welcoming of me.” He repeats his motions before going lower, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach. Once he gets to the fastenings of your pants, he begins to grow frustrated, his fingers not working as fast as his mind. “I need these fucking things off.” He growls, until he sloppily opens them. As he pushes your pants down, he wastes no time in biting at the skin of your thighs, long fingers squeezing roughly as he pulls you closer to his face, your ankles finding purchase over his shoulders. “But right now, I very much need to fuck you with my tongue, and feel your cunt’s pleasure all over my face.” You barely have time to respond before you feel his tongue enter you without warning, foregoing the normal teasing. Distantly, you wonder if the dirty talk is working as much for him as it is for you. But at the forefront of your mind, you can only focus on the wizard devouring you with such voracity you worry if he’s even able to breathe.
You notice a brief shake in the bed, and look down to see his cock straining against his night clothes, his moans only adding to your pleasure as he ruts against the bed while mapping every inch his tongue will allow. You hear muffled words against your thighs, and can only hear them when he pulls away, replacing his tongue with a quick entry of his fingers that has you screaming his name as your first climax takes you by surprise. As you quickly cover your mouth, his free hand quickly pulls your arm. “Let them hear, my love.” He says as he looks at his fingers entering you, utterly entranced. “I want them to know how I make you scream. How you deserve to be pleasured. I want them to hear about the divinity that is your cunt.” He momentarily removes his fingers to messily lap his tongue around them before plunging them back into you with renewed vigor. “The finest wine in Faerun couldn’t compare to the ecstasy that you release from it. Nor even the rest of the planes, I wager.” He says before leaning back down, working his tongue around his fingers, determined to make you finish again before coming down from your first high. As you clench around his fingers, you loudly scream incoherent strings of phrases mixed with his name. He quickly leans back from you, and sits up, pulling you forward until you are once again seated in his lap. He grabs your hips and begins to maneuver your dripping core against the strain in his pants, harder than you’ve ever felt it.
“Always so wet me for me, my love. So eager for anything I have to give.” He looks down, enraptured by the sight of your nude form against his clothes. “I love the way my cock parts your cunt. I love the way it weeps for me, the way it soaks my clothes when you’re so, so ready for me.” You grip his shoulders tightly, the friction of his clothes doing too much for you all at once. He smiles at your efforts and begins to raise his hips, the tip of his cock hitting just the place that makes you nearly wail. “Come for me, my love. Let your cunt gush on my clothes so that I can smell you until the next wash day. I want a stain that shows just how much pleasure I bring you.” You surge forward and messily kiss him, moaning into his mouth as your third orgasm of the night takes you, fingers uncaringly tugging at his hair. You blindly reach down to free his cock from his now sodden pants, and raise yourself up. He apparently has other ideas as he moves behind you, desperately rubbing his cock along your dripping folds. “Forgive me, my dear, but I can’t say I’ve never dreamed of taking you like this.” He gasps, clearly already near his end. You raise your hips, baring yourself to him. He quickly accepts the invitation and plunges into you, grabbing your hips roughly and loudly thrusting. “Though I do prefer to look at your face”, he huffs, “I can’t say having you like this is anything less than extraordinary. Seeing the way you take me, your hips meeting mine like a beast in heat.” He trails one hand around to grip the swell of your ass, squeezing tightly. His thrusts become frantic, nearing his end. “I can feel all of you like this, so tight and warm and wet”, he says, nearly faltering. “I imagine I could put our child in you quite easily this way, with how-” You cut him off as you clench tightly at his words, which silences the wizard as he moans and pants as he spills inside you, pulling your hips flush and thrusting slowly.
After a few moments, he crawls up beside you to wrap his arms around you from behind, placing small kisses to your shoulder. You turn to look at him, only to see his face bright red, the herbs clearly having worn off with his exertion. You raise an eyebrow. “Still think it was a good idea?” You ask, pushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. He lazily smiles, barely able to open his eyes. “ A most excellent idea my dear, and that is the utmost truth.” You smile and recline into his chest, the both of you content to drift off in your stupor, saving the explanation you’ll have to provide to the entire inn for tomorrow.