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A year on from the failed Illithid takeover, and it’s safe to say you’ve settled into the peace you fought so hard for rather well. Setting up home in Gale’s tower, marrying the lover you’d saved from his own ambitions and his goddess’ unfair expectation… It’s been an adjustment, but you’re finally in a place you’d call settled, and you couldn’t be happier.
Well, maybe there is one thing.
You hadn’t protested at all when Gale had taken up a position at Blackstaff Academy. He’s a peerless master of illusion, and it would be such a waste for him not to pass his skills onto the next generation of aspiring wizards. Besides, it’s good for him to have something to turn his mind to, now that it’s tadpole-free. Even if it means you don’t get to see him as much as you might like, the trade-off is worth it; nothing in this world brings you greater joy than knowing the man you love is happy.
Besides, it isn’t all bad. Tara had picked up on the loneliness that had started to creep in during your husband’s work-based absences, so you now have a weekly invite to tea with her and your mother-in-law, who seems all-too happy to get to know you better. It’s just as well she likes you, or else you get the feeling you’d be out of Gale’s life entirely…
When you’re not spending time with them, you’ve been finding hobbies of your own to help you fight boredom. Recently, you’ve taken it upon yourself to start reading through Gale’s books, something he has thoroughly encouraged. In fact, he’s taken your interest in reading as an excuse to buy yet more books, supposedly more to your liking than the many droll tomes your husband has had to read over his years of study. Personally, you rather like the boring wizard books; they’ve never caused you any amount of strife.
Tearing yourself away from your dwelling on days past, you sigh, peeling back the bedsheets as you wind down for the evening. They always say you should never go to bed after an argument, but this is different. It’s been nearly three days since Gale caught you in a compromising position with what might have once been a beloved companion of his, and you haven’t seen him since thanks to his work. At this point, you’re tempted to just march over to the academy and fight them until they agree to relinquish your husband, but given how much that could negatively impact both of your lives, you think better of it; no wizards need face the wrath of The Saviour Of Baldur’s Gate tonight.
Then again, what right have you to be angry, since you’re the one in the wrong? You had been able to tell exactly what kind of book you were about to read by the embossed gold lettering on the spine, yet still you had taken the time to pry it from the shelf and take it to your bedroom, getting cozy amongst the pillows and settling in for what turned out to be a ride far raunchier than you’d signed up for.
In the present, you reach for the ties of your nightgown, debating if you should bother wearing it or not. It is cold enough tonight that sleeping naked will probably cause quite a chill, and without a lover to warm you up, maybe it’s for the best that you keep your nightclothes on.
It should help you avoid temptation.
The only defense you have for that fateful night three days ago is that it had been half a tenday since you and Gale last made love, and having a talented lover dealing with you regularly up until fairly recently has caused certain… urges, to skyrocket. Damn whatever they had your husband doing at Blackstaff for keeping him away, because his absence had not just made your heart grow fonder, it had made your cunt wetter, and reading a book involving several men and a single…
Shit. You can’t think of that now. You can already feel arousal dampening the crotch of your underwear, your body longing for the touch of the man you love most in the world. If it gets much worse, you’ll have to do the very thing that caused him to flee a second time, just to soothe your tumultuous thoughts; you’ll have to touch yourself, and pray that he doesn’t catch you a second time.
It seems so ludicrous, having a husband that fled at the sight of his wife pleasuring herself. Surely it must have crossed his mind at some point over the last few days that the situation could have been so much worse? That instead of finding his wife fingerfucking herself over a literary gang bang, he could have found you having an actual affair, with a flesh and blood person?
But then, why would that thought even occur to him? He trusts you enough to know that you could never break him or his trust like that, in the same way you know you don’t have to worry about him catching feelings for anyone at Blackstaff. Trust is one of the key pillars of your relationship, and the more time passes, the more you fear you’ve knocked it down for what was a meager attempt at self-pleasure anyway, considering you never even got to finish.
With a final sigh, you glance at the bedroom door one last time, praying it’ll open to reveal your husband, ready to talk at last. A few seconds go by, and your words remain unanswered; another night of loneliness it is, then.
Just as you start to crawl into bed, firm hands tug on the ties of your nightgown, loosening it considerably. You instantly whip around, only to be met with an empty room, and yet more tucking at your straps, seemingly from nowhere. You repeat the motion several times, trying to find your assailant as your clothing starts to hang from your frame, ready to fall off with the lightest of touches.
Instead of a gentle touch, you feel a sharp tug on your sleeves, and you’re helpless to stop your nightgown from falling to the floor, leaving you bare save for your underwear. It’s only when a pair of cold hands start to paw at your breasts that you understand the situation, any fear you might have had turns to excitement; there’s only one man that would do something like this.
Sure enough, after a few moments of being helplessly groped by the phantom hands, you spot a familiar fighter emerge from underneath the bed, his bones clicking softly as he straightens himself up. ‘Finally. I’ve been waiting under there for hours now. My back won’t thank me in the morning, that’s for sure.’ Trust Gale to try and surprise you like this, even if it’s to his future detriment.
You gasp as the hands start to pinch at your nipples, trying to focus on your husband. ‘You could have just walked up and spoken to me. I’ve been so- Gale!’ One of the hands slips into the waistband of your underwear, cool as it gathers your arousal before circling your clit in practiced motions.
Gale shrugs. ‘I was a little concerned you might not talk to me. I thought if I appealed to your carnality first, it might save me from having to dodge a pillow. Rightfully so, I hasten to add. It was wrong of me to disappear like it did. I should have at least made it clear that my initial visit was always going to be fleeting, and if anything, seeing you in such an unguarded state actually delayed my return to Blackstaff. You paint a beautiful picture, Mrs Dekarios, when your cheeks are flushed with arousal and your eyes are blown wide with lust. Much as they are now, in fact.’ A finger slips inside you, and it’s all you can do to remain standing as the hand forces its way between your legs, forcing you to spread them.
You try to roll your eyes at Gale, but you end up moaning instead, his careful manipulation of the hands currently toying with your body almost as great as the control he has over his own two hands. ‘So you aren’t… m-mad?!’ Your words come out as pants as the finger inside you curls, hitting a spot only your lover knows about. Your knees buckle so hard you start to awkwardly make your way onto the bed, no longer trusting your legs to keep you upright.
As you lay down on the bed, Gale approaches, and starts to remove his own clothing. ‘There are very few things in this world that you could do that would even begin to stir genuine ire within. I will say however that I was a little shocked by your choice of reading material. Tell me, does the idea of multiple lovers excite you? I know we’ve encountered a few scenarios before when such a thing was an option, but you never expressed a genuine interest in exploring it past the academic. Have I misjudged you? Mistaken your silence for lack of desire, perhaps?’ Sorrow mixes with arousal in your gut, threatening to sour your excitement completely. Is he starting to doubt that he’s enough for you?
For the first time tonight, you resist the hands, swatting them away until Gale makes them disperse into nothing. ‘No. Not at all. It was just a book, Gale. A cheap fantasy, bought and sold at a Waterdeep market. You are all I want. All I’ll ever need. I would never have married you at all if I thought you were anything less. I love you.’ You try to sit up, but two new, colder hands pin you to the bed by your shoulders, the tips of their fingers brushing against the tops of your breasts. Why are they upside down? Is Gale so turned on that he made a mistake?
You almost scream when a head enters your vision, only to stop yourself when you realise it’s Gale’s. ‘I see. It would appear I am surplus to requirement, then.’ Wait… that’s not Gale’s voice. Not quite. There’s something… off about it. That, and there’s the simple fact that the real Gale is still standing before you, removing the last of his clothing before making short work of your underwear, leaving you both nude.
Another voice calls out just behind the last. ‘Not so fast. I’m sure the lady can be… persuaded.’ It sounds similar to the other voice; like Gale, but with an almost ethereal quality to it. Surely your husband hasn’t…?
There’s an undeniably smug smirk on Gale’s face as he spreads your legs, remaining standing even as he settles between them. ‘Ordinarily it’s only possible to create one copy, but as we both know, I’m far from ordinary. Now, I’m not comfortable with the thought of somebody else sleeping with my wife, but if that other person- persons in this case- happen to be me, or as close as I can conjure? Now, that is a compromise I’m willing to make. What do you say? Will you allow me to make things up to you by making your fantasy a reality?’ The Gales behind you don’t wait, taking one of your wrists each and pinning them to the bed before they lean over, eyeing your breasts.
With the misunderstanding cleared, your arousal returns with a vengeance, the answer to Gale’s question perfectly clear; if this is what he’s offering, you’re going to take full advantage.
So, you thrust your hips at the real Gale, humming. ‘I suppose this is only fair. You’re gone for three days, so I get three of you to make it up to me. Just promise me that when it comes to cocks, I get the real deal.’ Your eyes shift to his erection, resting firm and ready just in front of your waiting cunt.
Gale smirks. ‘Don’t worry. They exist for your pleasure, and I’ll be sure to take some of my own. Speaking of which…’ He looks at the two false Gales, nodding. ‘One nipple each, and be gentle. The night is far too young to make anything feel sore. Save for my knees, apparently.’ Your fake husbands follow the real Gale’s instructions dutifully, leaning over and capturing one bud each in their mouths.
While the fakes have much colder mouths than you’re used to, that only heightens the sensation, frigid licks on your hardened peaks making you sweat and writhe against the sheets, only for you to claw at them when a warmer face settles between your legs, beard hairs scratching at your inner thigh as your lover moans in contentment.
The three tongues currently lapping at your rapidly-hearing flesh are almost too much to take, the earlier teasing and days without sex making your body more sensitive than ever. Gale doesn’t help things as he slips two well-practiced fingers into your waiting cunt just as his fakes bite your nipples, the sensation causing you to thrust your hip even closer to your lover.
Gale chuckles to himself before pressing his tongue flat against your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves until your cunt tightens around his fingers, your orgasm teetering ever closer.
Noticing this, Gale redoubles his efforts, fucking you faster on his fingers as his tongue explores you fearlessly, seeking out spots from nights since passed until your hips start to wriggle, trying to escape the pleasure before it consumes you.
The false Gales take action immediately, pinning your hips to the bed so you have no choice but to endure your lover’s sweet torture, your nipples still being relentlessly tormented until an orgasm rips through your body. Tears stain your cheeks as days’ worth of unreleased pleasure hits you all at once, threatening to consume you.
Gale makes sure to lick you through the aftershocks before leaning back, swiping at his lips with his tongue. ‘Well, I’m certain that makes up for any wrongdoing on my behalf. Gentlemen, if you wouldn’t mind getting her into a more comfortable position, I think it’s time we reconnected in a more… traditional sense.’ Looking down, you can see that his cock is silently begging for release, the days of self-inflicted abstinence affecting him as much as it affected you.
The fake Gales climb onto the bed with you, pushing and tugging you until they’re both at the head of the bed, resting against a pillow each with you in the middle. Exchanging a look, they both grab a thigh each, spreading your legs wide open. One of them grabs your hair, pulling you into a passionate kiss as the other attacks your neck, ice cold teeth threatening to bite down and mark the soft flesh he finds there.
Your husband chuckles, watching the scene before him. ‘I’ll have to perfect my technique until I can summon a fourth Gale to join us. I’d love to watch you getting utterly ravished by three of me. One in each hole…’ You can see the cogs turn in his mind until he shuts them down, choosing to focus on the important things; you, for example, newly-dazed from orgasm and begging to be fucked for real this time.
Wasting no time, Gale settles between your legs, pushing away his fake so he can kiss you as his cock inches into you, filling you up in a way you’ve missed so desperately of late.
As Gale sets an easy pace, the fake Gales are anything but gentle, licking and biting any part of you not being enjoyed by your husband. You squeal as an icy finger slips into your ass, probing your body until it finds your husband’s cock, only a wall of flesh between the two parts.
Unexpected as it is, you moan as the fake continues to finger your ass, something that makes the real Gale huff out a laugh. ‘Now, that’s something we can explore later. Right now, I must confess I’m not going to be lasting long tonight. I’ve missed you so much I can’t…’ You silence him with a kiss, urging him to move his hips faster with your own. You don’t care if this only lasts for a single second more; with how lonely you’ve been, just having him for a moment is more than enough.
Breathlessly, you moan his name, shuddering as one of the fakes nibbles your ear. ‘Don’t hold back, Gale. I want to feel how much you’ve missed me.’ He whimpers at your words, silently ordering one of his fakes to rub at your clit so he can grip your hips firmly, never wanting to let you do.
A second climax builds within you as Gale speaks again, his words strained. ‘Is tonight a safe night? Can I finish inside you?’ The question catches you off-guard, for the simple reason that you’re too distracted to even think about something like dates right now. You don’t think it is, but it might be…
You lean your head forward anyway, head spinning as you teeter close to the edge. ‘I don’t know, but I don’t care. Please, just…’ He leans forward then, capturing your lips as he thrusts his hips for the final time, warmth flooding you insides as he finds his release. You’re quick to follow him over the edge, wrestling your legs back from the fakes so you can wrap them around his waist, unwilling to let him pull back even slightly.
With a final pant, the two fake Gales disappear, and you and Gale collapse onto the bed, your husband still inside you. ‘Sorry. L-lost my train of thought for a moment. I hope that was an adequate reenactment of your fantasy. If you would like to repeat this, it might be wise to pick a day when we’re both less… frustrated.’ You’d gladly do this with him again anytime- frustrated or not- but maybe he’s right. Not that it really matters, anyway;
You don’t care how many Gales you have. He’ll always be the only one for you.