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Gale’s presentation of possibilities had been quite incredible. He’d given you a tour of his home, the future you could have together. Then, unsurprisingly, he had brought out a book. A little more shocking, though not nearly as it would have been had you not been traveling together with hundreds of yearning glances between you, this book was about sex. Freaky, magical sex. You kissed the smug smile off his face and promised him you’d explore every page together later, but that you preferred him as he was this first time. Still determined to make things special, he had instead summoned a lavish bed in the forest clearing, the blankets of which the two of you were currently gloriously naked within.
He had ravished you from head to toe with the touch of his hand like a man starved. Once the amount of attention started to make you feel guilty, he was persuaded to lie on his back and allow you to return the favor. In a state of bliss yourself, you barely notice the edges of the velvet and silk beneath you shimmer as if losing touch with reality. You stick out your tongue to swipe it up his length again, another shimmer flickers timed with the moment the wetness lathes across him.
Interesting. With a smile, you take the tip of him into your mouth. One of the pillows propped up behind Gale’s back glows and then disappears, his head falling back into the empty space it once occupied as a moan leaves his mouth.
“Godsdammit.” He grits out between his teeth, brow furrowed and slick with sweat as you dip deeper. Almost three quarters of his cock is enveloped with the warmth of your mouth and his hands are gripped with white-knuckled strength in illusory silk. “If you keep that up I-“
You release him from your mouth, using the saliva dripping down it to ease the pull of your hand up and down that takes its place. “Then we can’t have that. Not quite yet.”
He chuckles, seeming to have regained control of himself and the magic supporting you for the moment. “I agree, I’d hate for this to end too soon.” He moves to prop himself up on his elbows, seeking to close the distance between you once again.
You can see through his ruse, another attempt to put him back in control. You press a palm flat against his chest and squeeze slightly, the soft hairs there tickling your fingers. “I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re desperate for this.” His eyes widen in surprise, but he makes no further movement towards you. “How long have you had that orb in your chest? A year? More? That’s a long dry spell, Gale. I bet you’re close to bursting.”
He coughs, for as dirty as his thoughts have proven to be, Gale is delightfully easy to fluster. You recall approaching him in a particularly revealing set of leather straps and metal buckles once at camp when you had returned with quite the collection of…unique apparel. He’d taken an uncharacteristically long walk in the colder air that evening.
“If it were me I’d have run back to my tent to touch myself as soon as I could, missives from Gods be damned.” You say, gently pushing him back down to recline against the pillows. “And yet, you’ve waited. And you did all of this-“ you gesture at the bed beneath you and lean down, lips centimeters away from the shell of his ear “-for me?”
Gale gasps and though you can’t see it, you feel the layer of blankets over your legs grow a bit lighter. “As you said, I’ve already waited this long. And you- you’re worth it. You’re owed so much more than this. I wanted to wow you.”
“This is more than I’ll ever need. I have you. I need you, Gale.” His heart quickens beneath your palm “And I know what you need, too.”
You give him one last bit of pressure on his chest, wordlessly telling him to stay put. Trailing kisses down his quickly heaving chest as you get closer to his neglected, leaking member brings out a few more wonderful noises and a few more lost stitches in your plush surroundings. When you’ve reached it, you gaze up at him from beneath your lashes to find Gale’s eyes squinted shut.
“Gale, look at me.” He does, and his hands flex anxiously. Those nimble, spell-casting fingers have never been so listless. You take one of his wrists from near his hip and place his hand so that it’s cupping your cheek. “You don’t have to impress me. You already have. Now let me show you just how much.” Hand still on his wrist, you slide his hand up so that his fingers comb through your hair and rest on the crown of your head. You give him a final smile before turning your attention to the damp tip of his cock, tongue lapping at the bead of wetness there. Gale’s hand twitches but he keeps it in place, not applying much pressure. You’ll have to work harder.
Without any warning, you envelop as much of you can in your mouth once again. Your tongue rolls around his length and his hips spasm beneath you, causing him to push further down your throat. You stifle a gag and expect him to move his hand away, but it stays tangled in your hair. Trying to pick up an actual rhythm this time, it isn’t long before the full weight of his palm cups your skull, gently applying pressure in time. A quick look at Gale reveals a changed man. His eyes are devoid of all magic but are darkened with desire to match the inky blackness that trails to them from the scourge of his folly. You also notice quite a few less pillows than before and wonder just how long it will take before you’re lying on a bare, fictional mattress.
You’ve set a comfortable pace with him in your mouth, but desire pools between your legs and distracts you from the task at hand. Selfishly, you want to feel him inside of you there before he loses himself and know that if you don’t do so soon you may just lose your chance. You release his throbbing cock with a wet pop and give it a final kiss that leaves a wet glob of your saliva dripping down its side. Gale looks like you’ve just taken a delicious treat away from him until he realizes you’re moving up his body to position him beneath your entrance.
Charm magic isn’t unfamiliar, but you’ve never seen anyone as entranced as the man beneath you. It looks like he’s working to sear every moment of this into the bits of his brain that aren’t occupied by an unwanted visitor. A sheen of sweat across his skin shines in the soft starlight, reflecting in his eyes glinting so brightly you could swear tears would fall from them at any moment. You lean down to kiss him, dragging your core against his weeping tip. He indulges you for a few moments until a noise not unlike a growl fills the space between your parted lips.
“You are such a tease.”
The patterns on some of the furnishings are quickly shifting between other colors and designs. Both of you are in a bed of unstable magic. But you’re together. You’re here. Alive. You sink down onto him, the slick from your earlier preparation and increased arousal enough to slide easily until Gale’s heavy balls press against the crease of your buttocks. He throws his head back, a man in ecstasy, but once he’s adjusted enough to look at you again, you’re met with a hungry and debauched expression. Gale lifts a hand to brush some sweat-soaked hair from his eyes before flexing upwards with you still inside of him to grasp you by the arms. With a surprising show of dexterity, Gale manages to flip you both over so that he looms above you. He sinks in deeper, back up to the hilt before looking at you directly in the eyes.
“You have ruined me. I’d stay here forever with you in this moment.” He makes a few shallow thrusts, breath catching on each one. “But I would be a lying man if I did not- ah! – admit how much I really, really would like to fuck you properly.”
“I’d really, really like that too. I’ve touched myself to the idea more than once.” You smirk, completely eager to watch him take his pleasure.
“You’re- you may be what actually kills me.” He grits his teeth and then grabs the softness of your hips with both hands before beginning to move. With as desperate as he is, it doesn’t surprise you that his pace quickens rapidly and on one particularly forceful thrust forward the bed vanishes from beneath you. Both of you land in a tangle of limbs in the grass with Gale fucking you in earnest. Your hands grasp at the soil beneath you, unable to find purchase as he pushes himself into you over and over again.
With a moan, he widens his knees and gets closer to you, forcing your knees back up towards your armpits. His weight presses into you, a grounding force greater than any magic. You reach down to touch yourself, unable to resist. A chorus of ecstasy fills the clearing you’ve carved away as your bit of paradise for the night. Gale’s stamina surprises you, especially given how easily you were able to pull him apart earlier. You wonder if it has anything to do with the illusion having vanished. Every last bit of his attention is now on you. Your fingers are intertwined with his, and it’s become obvious that he’s close.
“Please, Gale. I want to see you. I want to watch you come.”
You’ve heard him call out in battle, but this hollering pleasure is more primal than even a mortal wound. His hips pound against yours as he finds his release, spend filling you enough to spill out onto the grass like dew. Your fingers easily help you find your own peak, and he moans anew as your walls clench around him. Every muscle in his body relaxes, and he falls to the ground beside you to catch his breath. When he can focus again, his eyes meet yours with an expression of an emotion that both of you don’t have to name to know it’s there.
He pulls you into a kiss, limbs wrapping around yours as if you’re going to float away.
“Next time” you say, into the crook of his neck some minutes later “we should do it in a fake library.”
His laughter shakes you both. “Why settle for a magical library when you could have the real thing?”
“Gale Dekarios!”