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It had been a good tactical decision earlier in the day to cast enlarge on Miri while she was in her lupine form. Make a massive dire wolf bigger and well... not much can stand in her way. (Not that it ever could.)
But Gale had not been prepared for the sight of Miri when she returned to her humanoid form. Enlarge increases one's size by about a third. And now Miri's 5’2” is nearly 7 feet.
He’s never had to look up to speak with her before. And Gale's not quite sure what to make of the way it had made him feel.
The blasted spell's effect will remain in place until she falls asleep - and Gale's not sure if he'll make it to bedtime with his sanity intact.
He had pointedly kept his gaze on the cookpot and then on his plate while preparing and eating dinner. But there's little excuse to distract his gaze now.
Across camp Miri chats animatedly with Lae'zel. Both women gesticulating quickly. Likely discussing the battle from earlier.
And Gale has a hard time tearing his eyes away - something twisting in his gut at the sight of Miri more than a head taller than the githyanki.
Miri is a petite thing. Fierce, but compact.
But enlarged like this her stocky physique suddenly seems more like an Amazonian than his cute little lythari. It's quite something. To see the woman who only barely reaches his chin be so... towering.
Gale can hardly tear his eyes away from her now. The open book in his hands scantly as interesting as Miri’s form. They trail over her body, up and down, and back again. Looking over every muscle and curve so painfully visible at such proportions.
This tall he probably only reaches her chest...
"You'll catch flies if you don't pick up your jaw," Wyll teases from where he reads in front of his own tent next door.
"Hm?" Gale blinks, realizing his mouth had indeed been slightly agape. He snaps it shut with an audible click and clears his throat noisily. "I was merely... contemplating the lasting effects of an Enlarge spell on lycanthropic physiology."
Wyll muffles a laugh and gives him a knowing smirk over the top of his own book. "Right. 'Physiology.' Of course."
Gale ignores him and pointedly returns his focus to the book in his hands. Absent fingers adjust the collar of his tunic - warm despite the evening chill creeping in.
His gaze drifts back to Miri as she throws her head back in laughter at something Lae'zel said -the sound amplified and rich. The movement makes her throat work, tendons shifting beneath freckled skin.
Miri stretches with a yawn. And the sight shouldn’t be enough to make his stomach swoop like that - but gods, her teeth, her muscles-
Her whole frame just so... commanding. His fingers twitch at his side with the sudden urge to map those new contours.
Miri bids Lae'zel a good night, turning to make a beeline straight for Gale - as she does most every evening without fail. Her stride is easy, if a bit unnaturally fast with bigger legs.
The way she moves - gods, the sheer presence of each step makes his pulse stutter. Her usual lithe grace amplified tenfold, every motion carrying a weight Gale finds himself embarrassingly transfixed by.
Gale closes his book, not bothering to mark the page, and clears his throat once more in an attempt to school his focus away from rather more lascivious thoughts than appropriate for polite company.
"My love," he greets, voice slipping into that warm cadence reserved only for her as she reaches his side.
His eyes flicker up- up!- to meet hers, that unfamiliar thrill shooting down his spine again at having to tilt his head back to meet her eyes. The way she inadvertently looms over him now should be ridiculous.
It shouldn’t make heat pool low in his stomach like this.
And yet…
"Enjoying your new perspective on the world?" Gale gestures vaguely at her height with one hand while the other fiddles absently with the cover of the closed book he grips.
"Tis a bit strange," Miri admits with a wry smile. Amused to be looking down at Gale for a change. (Well, down in full color vision anyway.)
"Strange doesn't begin to cover it," Gale murmurs, half to himself. Then adds almost too hastily, “I imagine.”
Gods, how does she always manage to find a way to make him feel like an adolescent with no control of his sex drive? Just when he thinks he’s gotten a handle on the utterly insatiable need for her, something new pops up and he’s back at square one.
His fingers twitch at his sides again, itching to reach out and test the solidity of her new size. He knows how strong she is - intimately. Knows how dense those muscles feel beneath her soft skin. And yet his traitorous body insists that somehow this is different. Novel. Exciting.
Gale schools his expression into something hopefully less ravenous.
"I must say, watching you loom over Lae'zel like some mythic warrior queen was certainly a sight." The corner of his mouth quirks. "Not that you aren’t already formidable at your usual height- just..." A vague gesture with one hand. "More so."
Miri laughs again, a thoroughly pleased and amused sound.
"Mythic warrior queen?" she repeats with a grin.
Gale merely offers a soft shrug and pleased smirk of his own. He glances toward their shared tent, where everything inside is decidedly not enlarged, and hesitates for a moment. His impulse to make an escape from prying eyes and drag her inside seems a bit less feasible than he’d like.
"This is going to make for an interesting night," he murmurs with a slow sigh.
Her own eyes fall to their tent, giving it a thoughtful look.
"I can sleep out here tonight," she offers, gesturing to the bedrolls around the campfire.
Gale bites back his knee-jerk response to be offended at the very idea of her sleeping somewhere other than with him. Or of her sleeping out in the open. In the cold. Alone.
“My love, the ground is hard and cold and you deserve infinitely better,” he says with a forced nonchalance.
Miri quirks a brow at him, lips twisting with amusement once more.
"You realize before you I slept most nights outside, yes?"
"Yes, yes, I know you're perfectly capable of and experience with roughing it, but-" Gale huffs and drags a hand through his hair, "But you don't have to anymore."
When she gives him that look - amused and ready to tease him - he huffs and puts his hands on his hips, lips pressing thin.
"Don’t give me that look! There's no need for such discomfort when there's a perfectly good, soft bedroll and warm tent right here."
She huffs a soft laugh at his pre-emptive chastising, her smile affectionate as she looks down at him. A soft exhale escapes him, his irritation at the entire situation replaced for the moment by a rush of fondness. (And maybe a bit of something else.)
"I do not wish to squish or break any of your things," Miri says as she squats to look inside their tent.
Of course she’s more concerned for the wellbeing of inanimate objects over her own comfort. It was so very... her.
"Unless you can...?" Miri makes a casting gesture towards the tent, mimicking the spell he'd used on her earlier in the day.
"Unfortunately, no," he answers with a wry smile, "Enlarge only works on creatures. And I'm fairly certain we have enough room. The tent's structural integrity will probably withstand you moving about." He eyes her critically, gaze sliding over her newly enhanced proportions again. "Probably."
"Mm." Miri hums, the twist of her lips amused. She considers the tent thoughtfully again, dropping from her squat into a seated position on the rug out front with a soft huff. Her eyes slide to him with a slightly cheeky smirk. "I shall try not to shift in my sleep, hm?"
He gives her a look that is equal parts exasperated and affectionate - torn between wanting to rolls his eyes or kiss the smirk off her lips and drag her into their tent.
Instead, Gale lets out a longsuffering sigh and lowers himself gingerly next to her. "You're impossible," he grumbles, leaning in to steal a brief taste of her smile anyway. "I shall simply have to hold you down the entire night to prevent any rolling about."
"That is optimistic," Miri returns with a soft grin, before leaning in for another kiss.
"Is it?" Gale replies in a low tone. Pulling back just enough to look her over again. He takes his time, gaze roaming leisurely over her face, her throat... down across sturdy shoulders, strong arms.
All he can think of is how big she is now. How strong. She could pin him flat to the ground with little to no effort in this state. Well - she usually could. But imagining that big hand pressed against his chest to hold him down as she leans over him… The idea would be enough to make his knees weak, if he were standing.
He doesn’t let her go far without stealing another kiss. He nips at her bottom lip and Miri rumbles a low growl of a sound - probably one of her usual thoughtful growls, but in this embiggened state it sounds deeper and louder than usual.
The noise absolutely do things to him. And she must notice - because Miri's hands find Gale's legs and she scoops him up into her lap. Gale gasp and his hands fly reflexively to her shoulders to steady himself.
Gods the way she manhandles him and her strong arms cage him in… He suddenly feels positively dwarfed against her enlarged form.
His breath shudders out of him when she noses at his hair with an affectionate nuzzle - the way she always does before pressing kisses to his temple. Only now it's much more overwhelming - being all but cradled in her lap and feeling the sheer power of those arms around him...
She hums another low growl as she rubs her face against him. Gale’s fingers curl into the fabric at her back as he tries not to melt completely under the attention.
He's all-too-aware of the eyes on them from around camp. Hells, he can practically feel Wyll's knowing smirk without even looking his way.
"I- ah- see we're abandoning subtlety entirely tonight," he rasps out weakly, tilting his head up toward hers despite himself.
"You do not smell very subtle, vhenan," she purrs softly against his neck. A shiver races down his spine at the huskily murmured endearment and the feel of her lips against his skin. Gale only just bites back a soft moan as she nips at his neck with those oversized teeth.
"This is hardly fair," he murmurs raggedly. "You're taking shameless advantage of my... particular reaction to your enlarged state."
"Are you having a particular reaction, ma'vhenan?" Miri asks with faux innocence, pressing more soft kisses to his neck.
"You know I- ah-!" His words cut off on a strangled sound as her hand slips southward and teasingly cups his rear with one hand. Gods damn her for knowing his weaknesses so damn well.
Gale's head lolls forward against her shoulder and he lets out another shuddering exhale despite himself, squirming in her lap to try and ease the growing ache between his legs. Then he catches himself and hastily grabs her wandering hand, holding it still against his hip with a weak groan.
"Behave."
"Hmm?"
He knows that look. That sly, wicked gleam in her eye that means she's planning something. And the way her lips are curled at the corners, just slightly.
"Don't. Don't give me that look," he murmurs, doing his best to look stern and gripping her hand tight on his hip.
If she were shifted he just knows by the look in her eyes her tail would be wagging. As it is those darkening green depths sparkle with mischief. A flush heats his cheeks as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure, keenly aware of their lack of privacy.
"This-" Gale squirms again, his voice dipping lower with a pointed look back at her, "-is not happening just outside our tent-"
"Hurry inside, then," she murmurs playfully, nipping at his neck with those large teeth.
The combination of her low, sultry purr and the sharp graze of teeth sends another shiver through him. Gale inhales a ragged breath and lets it out in a shaky exhale.
"...Insatiable," he mutters. “Incorrigible.”
But he's scrambling out of her lap, grabbing her hands and pulling her hurriedly to her feet as well. Ignoring the titters he can hear nearby and the way his face grows uncomfortably warm.
"Come on. Come on-"
With a tug at her hand, he leads her the short distance to the tent and all but shoves her inside. Despite his pushing, Miri is careful when stooping to enter the tent door.
Once inside, Gale wastes no time in sealing the flaps shut with a flick of his fingers - locking them tight with a muttered incantation that ensures privacy for the foreseeable future.
He turns back to Miri - now seeming to loom all the larger over him in the confined space - and exhales sharply before stepping closer, crowding her backwards toward their bedroll.
"Now then," he murmurs as his hands find her waist (still staggeringly broad). His thumb strokes teasingly at the jut of her hip bone. Trying to ignore how easy it is to reach like this for fear of getting too worked up too quickly. "I believe we were just discussing your behavior, weren't we?"
"Were we?" Miri murmurs with a wicked grin.
She sits on the bedroll and greedily pulls him forward onto her lap once more. This time Miri hitches his legs over her hips, and a low, involuntary sound escapes him as their bodies connect. His hands immediately seek purchase on her shoulders, bracing on her wide, powerful frame.
Gods, he's straddling her lap, and suddenly it really sinks in just how much the Enlarge spell has boosted her size.
"Yes," he manages hoarsely, looking up at her almost pouting. "We were.”
"I am listening," Miri purrs with a low growl from deep in her chest.
She tucks her face into the crook of his neck, lips finding bare skin. His breath stutters and he tilts automatically to grant her easier access. Which she gladly takes.
Her hands slide up and down his sides, slow and unhurried, as an appreciative rumble rolls from her. His own hands find their way into her thick waves of wine-colored hair, fingers curling into the soft locks.
Gale struggles to maintain his focus. Her large, strong hands roaming over him make it increasingly difficult. Heat pools low in his gut, and Gale's hips rock unconsciously against her stomach as he tries to get a grip on himself.
"You were teasing me," he accuses breathlessly. "Touching me in front of the others like that-"
"No more touch than usual, fenor," Miri counters in a soft rumble. Clearly unrepentant, she continues like nothing were different than usual. Inhaling his scent with her nose tucked in his hair.
When he tips his head back in response, Miri gladly laves the exposed skin with tongue and lips. His breath hitches sharply as her tongue drags over his pulse point, body trembling faintly under her attentions.
"It was definitely more touch than usual," he insists weakly, even as he arches into every brush of her mouth on his skin. "You were very deliberate about it-"
The last word pitches higher as she finds a particularly sensitive spot just beneath his jaw and nips lightly with those lupine fangs.
Miri rumbles a low considering growl and Gale’s hands flex against her shoulders, hips rocking again. There's so much of her beneath him - wide shoulders, strong arms, powerful thighs.
"I think it is the same," she counters, "But this size is novel..."
Her questing fingers find the ties of his wrap tunic - unraveling them with a deft tug, parting the fabric and sliding her hands beneath. The feel of her hands - so much bigger now, spanning his ribs with ease - pushing his shirt open and off makes Gale shiver all over again.
"And you find it very exciting," she concludes, pulling back to look at him with a satisfied grin.
Gods, of course she'd been able to tell how much this increased size is turning him on. He feels so exposed under that knowing green gaze. It makes his eyes flutter shut as his head drops forward onto her shoulder, trying to hide the flush on his cheeks.
"Damn you and your uncanny ability to read me as easily as I read a book."
Miri titters a soft laugh. But her gaze softens, hands finding and kneading the muscles of his thighs. She waits as she considers him softly - never going further than he's comfortable.
"Is it too much, vhenan?" Miri checks in softly.
"No," he blurts out before realizing just how eager that sounds.
He clear his throat and forces himself to slow down, exhaling shakily as her hands knead gently at his thighs. Maddeningly, both comforting and stimulating.
With a steadying breath, he lifts his gaze so she can see the warm determination in his eyes, despite the flush high on his cheeks.
"It's not too much," he admits more evenly, "Just... new."
His fingers trace idly along her collarbone. "And as you so astutely observed, I find myself rather taken with exploring all of its implications."
"Good." Miri smiles warmly in return, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
His fingers continue to drift over the expanse of her broad shoulders, tracing hard muscle and drinking in the feel of her strength beneath him. Miri likewise lets her fingers roam - gentle, but possessive.
"I am similarly captivated by your response," she murmurs against his temple. Her lips curve into a sharp grin. "And I cannot deny how satisfying it is to have you like this, ma’vhenan."
Miri leans in to press soft kisses to his bare skin - moving from one shoulder to the other. His breath catches as her lips brush over his chest - pausing right where the mark of the orb pulses faintly beneath his skin.
The tender touch and reassurance amid rising heat never fails to take his breath away. Somehow Miri always finds a way to weave comfort and devotion into every moment.
"You are taken with the implications… do you have something particular in mind?" She presses more soft kisses to his skin, speaking softly as she goes.
Miri pauses, licking his warm skin as she rumbles another low growl. Hungry and inquisitive as her hands cup his rear once more.
"Or do you want to let go?"
That low growl, the possessive gleam in her gaze, and that maddening touch - combined with the sheer size of her now... its more intoxicating than any wine. For once her size feels appropriate for all that uncanny strength.
His hands flex against her shoulders again, nails biting in just slightly as he fights for coherence amidst the storm of sensation.
"Let go...?"
The breathless question lingers in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning.
It takes everything in him not to buck his hips shamelessly into hers at just the thought of surrendering completely to her like this. Letting those big hands pin him down and take whatever she pleases while he unravels under her touch...
But Gale hesitates, one hand rising to cup Miri’s cheek with aching tenderness despite how wrecked he already feels. Miri leans into the touch of his hand, as she always does.
"I don't want you thinking this is all I desire from you." He swallows thickly. "That it's only about your strength or size or- or whatever power play we indulge in together..."
He searches her face intently, before pressing a slow kiss over the tattoo on the bridge of her nose. He lingers for a long moment before pulling back and pressing their foreheads together. Just far enough that see his smile - soft and tender. Oozing with his love for her.
Miri meets his loving smile with one of her own.
"I know, vhenan," she replies with a reassuring kiss in kind. "Our bond is much deeper than just desires."
The tension in his shoulders eases at her words, melting into the reassurance that she understands. That their bond- their love - isn't reduced to the raw pull of desire.
He should've known better - but it's all still new for them. Hardly more than a tenday since the night under the stars… And he won't risk this over something so crass.
Her smile turns pleased when she sees him relax. She presses another tender kiss to the thoughtful pinch of his brows.
"But I will gladly indulge yours."
Miri's husky growl of a voice is enough to send a shiver down his spine. That predatory glint flashes in her gaze again and Gale’s breath stutters out of him once more, his pulse thundering in his throat as heat coils low in his belly.
How fast she can unravel him. It should be frightening, honestly.
"Then indulge me," Gale rasps before sealing his lips over hers with a hunger bordering on desperation.
Take me apart.
"With pleasure," she rumbles against his lips.
His hands slide from her shoulders down to the hem of her tunic, tugging insistently. Miri lifts her shirt up and off at his urging - and once it's no longer in contact with her, Miri’s tunic loses the effects of the spell and returns to its original size.
Miri pauses, momentarily distracted by the sight. Gale’s eyes are drawn to where her gaze has turned, and huffs a soft laugh against where he was kissing her collarbone - unable to resist tasting the warm expanse of newly revealed skin.
"Magical effects on objects… dissipate once separated from their source." He explains between languid kisses to her skin, as he drags his mouth up along her throat. A pause, then another nip at her pulse point before adding, "Fascinating... but not nearly as fascinating as you are right now."
Miri huffs a laugh, returning her attention fully to him.
"Sorry, vhenan," she returns with amusement between apologetic kisses over his upper body.
He lets out a soft groan as her lips find him again, one hand threading through her hair to keep her close while the other trails down to splay possessively over the toned planes of her bare stomach.
"Don’t apologize," he murmurs against the shell of Miri’s ear, his rough whisper making her shiver. "Just... keep touching me. Please."
His hips roll downward once more in an unspoken plea, heat burning through every inch of his skin where it presses flush against hers.
"So needy," she muses, but the husky purr is nothing but delighted. Gale doesn't bother denying the accusation - groaning softly instead as her hands slide up his thighs to his hips.
"You have no idea," he admits shamelessly, breathless Miri’s hands make quick work of the lacing of his trousers.
He is needy. Desperate for more contact. More kisses. More anything. And the way he feels under her hands, small in her lap... Gods, he wants her to manhandle him the way her enhanced body would allow.
“Please,” he says again.
Miri growls her approval. Thrilling at the power he puts in her hands.
"Good boy," she murmurs huskily against his shoulder before pulling back.
His entire body flushes at the way she called him good boy, cock twitching against her stomach in response. Gale whines softly, curling his fingers tighter into her hair and eyes fluttering shut as he rocks his hips forward against her hands.
“Patience,” she murmurs with a playful, chastising grin.
Miri lifts him off her lap with uncanny ease and Gale gasps at the sudden shift. She lifts him up like he’s no heavier than a book - strips away the last of his clothes, and settles him on her lap once more.
The sheer effortlessness with which does it leaves him weak in her hands. Gale’s hands scramble for purchase on those broad shoulders again as if to anchor himself. A shudder runs through him as he look up at her, now bare against her and feeling so small in her lap.
"Gods," he breathes.
This was going to be a very long night indeed.
Miri's hands grip his backside and give a possessive squeeze. Gale’s breath stutters out in a moan as her hands knead into him, his hips jerking forward instinctively at the pressure. And the first grind of his hard length against her stomach is almost enough to make him see stars.
Miri encourages him to keep rocking against her, and he can do naught but follow. The friction is exquisite - her skin so warm against him - and with her guidance, he rolls into the motion shamelessly.
Miri leans in to press their foreheads together, leaving little space between them. Gale's grip tightens, fingers digging in to ground himself while his breath comes in ragged pants against her lips.
"By the Weave," he rasps between kisses that grow sloppier by the second. "You'll be the death of me."
"I have barely started, vhenan," Miri purrs in return. Watching his every move with greedy eyes.
"Barely started—ahh," he gasps, words lost around a sharp moan when her grip tightens and he bucks against her. His own eyes flutter shut and his head spins. Gods, his entire body is thrumming with heat now, buzzing with it as he writhes in her grip.
His hands slide from her shoulders to grip at her wrists, trying to pull those big hands further down, lower, closer -
Begging for her to hold him open and take what he so badly wants to give.
"Please," he groans.
Miri takes his meaning - it's where she'd been heading anyway. But she slides her hands lower at his guidance, gripping him more firmly. Still encouraging him to rock against her with one hand, her other starts to tease a finger over his entrance.
Gale nearly chokes on the breath caught in his throat when her fingers press there- there - his entire body feeling like a live wire as she traces over him with maddening lightness. His hands shoot back to grip her shoulders again, nails biting in as he gasps out a string of half-formed curses and pleas.
Miri growls that wicked sound of delight that he both loves and loathes. Always teasing. But always promising untold delights.
Gale’s back arches like a strung bow, pleading silently for more pressure, more contact. For anything at all beyond this torturous teasing.
"Are you trying - nnh- to drive me completely mad?"
"Perhaps," she purrs, kissing up and down the column of his throat. Miri's finger slides back and forth before circling sensitive skin. Deliberately teasing.
"Miri, for gods' sake," he groans, hips stuttering mid-rock before pushing back into that teasing touch shamelessly. The friction against her stomach is delicious but nothing compared to the promise of what those skilled fingers could do inside him if she'd just stop taunting.
He can’t finish whatever broken plea had been forming - lost in the ether with the rest of his thoughts - as she kneads another finger against his taint and the jolt of sensation draws out a strangled cry.
But she only teases like that long enough for her other hand uncork a vial of oil and apply it where they need.
The slick slide of oil against his skin makes him moan outright - sharp and high and desperate as his hips rock forward into her stomach again, seeking any kind of friction he can find. His fingers scramble at Miri’s shoulders, neck, hair - clutching at her anywhere he can like she’s the only thing keeping him from floating away entirely.
"Please, my love," he gasps against her collarbone between ragged exhales, "You know I can't bear your teasing for long."
His entire body feels taut waiting for what he needs - stretched tight with tension like the head of a drum. His hips squirm with tiny, desperate thrusts forward and back that smear his arousal against her stomach.
"Shh, just relax, fenor," Miri murmurs back softly, nuzzling into his hair.
She doesn't keep him waiting. Careful and gentle, all too aware of how much bigger than usual she is, Miri applies steady pressure until Gale finally relaxes and she can slip a finger inside.
The slow stretch is blissful - exceedingly so, and Gale keens out her name against her shoulder as his back arches sharply at the intrusion. His thighs tighten adn quiver where they bracket Miri’s waist, and his fingers grip almost painfully in her hair as he struggles to adjust to being stretched open so thoroughly by just one of those fingers.
"Hells," he chokes out between gasps. "Oh, gods, you're- ah!- so much bigger like this."
His hips twitch involuntarily, seeking more pressure already despite how his body trembles under the effort of holding still for her.
"Tell me if it is too much," she breathes against his neck.
She slowly guides him to rock his hips, alternating between grinding against her stomach and pressing back onto her finger.
Gale's breath stutters - every nerve in his body alight with pleasure as he follows the push and pull of her hands without hesitation. The drag of her finger inside him is exquisite, just bordering on too much yet not nearly enough to satisfy the growing hunger coiling tight in his gut.
"Nngh- never too much," he slurs against her skin, hips rolling shamelessly between the two points of contact. His words are fractured by little punched-out moans each time she presses deeper, fingers clinging to whatever part of Miri they can reach.
"Oh, gods," he rasps out after a particularly delicious thrust that has stars bursting behind his eyelids. "Gods, please...more-"
Miri savors the desperate way he chases his pleasure with her. Delights in how easy it is to direct his pleasure like this. She angles her fingers just right to press from within and without each time he rolls his hips back. The drag of her finger over that spot inside while she kneads another into his taint has him gasping - lips parting around a silent cry as his spine bows under the sheer pleasure of it.
When Gale throws his head back with a ragged moan and begs for ‘more’ again Miri growls, low and hungry. Lips and teeth lavishing that soft skin as she takes him apart one rock of his hips at a time.
"Another?”
He barely registers Miri’s growl of a question through the haze of his pleasure. But he’s nodding frantically before realizing she’ll demand his words anyway.
"Y-yes," he manages in a strangled moan, nails biting into her shoulders as he writhes against her lap. "Another- please- ahh!"
His hips stutter forward when she crooks that finger inside him just right again, cock twitching where it's trapped between them and smearing precome across Miri’s stomach with every desperate rut.
Miri growls low in her chest as she watches him. Her lips wander his skin with reverent adoration, occasionally nipping.
Gale isn't entirely sure how coherent his begging is. All he knows is she could ask for anything in this moment and he'd give it without hesitation if it meant getting another thick finger inside him right now.
"So good for me," she breathes huskily, spreading praise over his skin, "I love watching you come undone. So handsome..."
His head tips back as she murmurs against his skin, and the way his breath hitches in his throat makes it clear just how much her words are doing for him right now. The praise is a heady thing, as familiar and intoxicating as the pleasure building between his legs.
And ever so gently Miri works in a second finger. And Gale lets out a broken cry against her shoulder.
"By the weave," he pants between ragged gasps, thighs trembling violently where they bracket her hips. The burn is delicious- just shy of too much but not quite crossing the line- and Gale rolls his hips back desperately to chase every inch of those fingers inside him.
Gale is a writhing mess gasping out soft whimpers and syllables of pleasure against Miri's skin. His thoughts have long since scattered under the force of the searing heat pooling low in his gut with every thrust of Miri’s hand.
"Gods- Miri-!" Gale jolts against her when she finds that perfect spot again, massaging from all sides. His voice is wrecked and rough. "I'm- hnn- not going last- ah- i-if you keep doing that-"
Gale doesn't recognize his own voice anymore - somewhere between keening and groaning with every thrust. He can barely form words. Reduced from verbosity to desperate gasps and broken sounds punched out from low in his chest.
Miri revels in how thoroughly she can unravel him like this.
Adores the desperate way his hips roll back and forth. The flush of his cheeks and dark, hooded haze of his sweet brown eyes. That soft part of his lips as he pants and moans for her.
And thrills of heat dance in her own core as his hot, hard arousal grinds against her bare stomach. It's hard to stay patient when he looks like this...
But there’s nothing more satisfying in the world than knowing how good she’s made him feel. And she chases it relentlessly.
Miri lavishes him with praise as she takes him apart. Mixed affirmations in Common and Elvish both. Curling her fingers to press against that sensitive spot as she tells him how much she loves him.
Every word of praise- every murmur of love in Elvish- sends another shudder through him, each syllable striking a chord deep within. His hips stutter between the two points of pleasure, caught between the need to press back into Miri’s fingers and grind forward against her stomach.
His hands clutch weakly at Miri’s biceps, nails biting into her skin. Gale’s cock is flushed too where it leaks against her stomach, twitching desperately every time those fingers curl just right.
"Please," he finally sobs out, voice cracking under the strain as she drives him toward oblivion with alarming efficiency. "Miri- I'm- I can't-"
It's the words in Elvish that finally do him in. That familiar melodic rasp of syllables he's come to associate with safety, love, home.
Combined with her relentless touch there's little he could do to stop the release barreling through him.
Gale comes apart with a cry muffled into Miri’s shoulder, back arching sharply as pleasure crashes over him like a tidal wave. His cock pulses between them, spilling hot and messy over her stomach while he shudders through it - gasping for air as his vision whites out at the edges.
"Well done, ma'vhenan. So good for me, fenor, so beautiful, ma isalath-"
Miri praises and gently works him through it until his shakes subside and Gale hisses a shuddering breath through his teeth. Then she gently withdraws her fingers and bundles him against her chest, holding him close as he comes down.
He goes boneless as he sinks gladly against her heat. His head spins as he comes back down from what may be the hardest he’s ever come in his life. The aftermath leaves him feeling practically gelatinous as he pants, body thrumming with pleasant aftershocks.
Gods, this woman…
His lips find her skin with lazy kisses wherever he can manage to reach. Tracing the column of her throat and the line of her collarbone blearily as his breathing gradually steadies.
"Don't think I'm going to be walking for the next hour or so," he mutters against her skin.
Miri chuckles softly, pressing kisses to his crown as she slowly lays back on the bedding, bringing him with her. A low, rolling purr of a growl vibrates in her chest as she holds him. Gale doesn't even try to stifle the shiver that races down his spine at the contended sound.
"You have no need to," she returns playfully. Then slightly huskier, she adds, "I will not be letting you go anytime soon."
The possessive note in Miri's voice goes straight to his gut, sending a fresh rush of heat through him even as he struggles to regain his composure.
Gods, this woman!
How she so thoroughly undoes him. So raw and primal and real.
Gale lifts his head to catch her gaze, trying valiantly to seem even remotely put-together.
"Is that so?" He rasps, lips curving into a rakish half-smile. "And if I tried to escape?"
Miri's eyes meet his - slit pupils rounded and dark. Her lips quirk up in a toothy smirk.
"Think you could?" Her voice is low and rough.
The challenge in her voice - that smirk, the hunger in her eyes - it makes his breath stutter all over again.
Gale could. Of course he could. He’s an arch mage (or was, anyway) - he knew plenty of ways to disappear. But the thought of even trying to escape from Miri’s hold is laughable when she looks at him like that. When she growls low in her chest and pins him with that predatory gleam in her eyes.
His lips part around a shaky exhale as he stares back at her, pulse thundering under his skin once more.
"...Not for all the gold in Waterdeep," he admits hoarsely before leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss just beneath Miri’s jaw. "And you know it."
Miri rumbles, soft and satisfied, holding him more tightly against her and nuzzling his hair.
"Possessive thing," he purrs, shifting in her hold to nuzzle at the spot under her chin. He presses another kiss over her heartbeat, murmuring against her skin, "You know I'm not going anywhere."
"I make no apologies," she murmurs huskily, a hand tightening at his hip.
Gale nips lightly at her skin in teasing chastisement. Miri growls low, lips parting and eyes fluttering at the feel of his teeth on her neck. His lips curl upwards smugly, before repeating the nip.
He's always been a terrible tease and he feels like a bit of turnabout is called for after such a ravishing. And his sweet Miri is so weak the sharp bite of teeth against her skin.
"Never said you needed to."
Gale grins against her skin when he bites more forcefully and he’s rewarded with her growl cutting off around a moan.
Her hands also tighten around him - and Gods they’re so big and strong. The way his breath stutters makes it all too clear what that possessive hold does to him.
His own hands find her shoulders once more, lifting himself up to look at her. And Gale’s heart does a somersault in his chest at the heat in her dark gaze. Like she wants to devour him.
"By the Weave… the way you look at me…" he manages in a strangled whisper.
"Hm? Like you are perfect?" Miri murmurs, tugging him impossibly closer and nuzzling his neck. Breathing in greedy inhales of his scent. "Like you are unreal in every way? Sculpted by nature's touch to undo me?"
Miri kisses and nips at his skin, her own breath shallow from the way he teases and touches and wants. A shiver runs through him as she nips and sucks at his pulse point, fingers digging in against Miri's shoulders to keep himself steady.
"All of those," he breathes, tilting his head back to bare his throat to her teeth.
"Or like you are mine?”
The way she growls the word - the possessive way she clutches him - it makes every inch of him throb with heat. Gale's already growing hard again, unable to stop his hips from rocking against her stomach, sliding in the slick he left behind. Encouraged by the cup of Miri’s hand at the back of his thigh.
"Y-yes, like that," he manages, words catching on a ragged moan when she bites down at the junction between his neck and shoulder. "Like I'm yours…all yours…"
His hands slide from Miri’s shoulders to cup her face to meet those dark, dilated eyes. Her smile is so easy and warm.
"Mm.” One of her hands slides over his, holding it against her face. “As I am yours, ma'vhenan."
Something soft and warm blooms in his chest. How easily the endearment falls from her lips.
The way his heart thunders isn't just from lust. The reverence in Miri’s voice makes his chest ache, even as the rest of him burns under her touch.
"Always," Gale whispers against Miri's lips before kissing her deeply - pouring every ounce of love and devotion into it until they’re both breathless.
When they finally break apart he rests his forehead against hers with a shuddering exhale.
The playful squeeze of her hands at his hips makes him groan again, teeth sinking lightly into his lower lip to stifle another desperate sound.
"Now that I've recovered somewhat…” Gale starts with a growing, cheeky grin, “I think we have far more exploring to do with your newfound size."
“I was hoping you might feel that way," Miri returns huskily, showing teeth with a cheeky smirk.
"Absolutely insatiable," Gale murmurs with a low, teasing laugh. He leans in to press more kisses along her jaw, lingering to savor the taste of her skin.
"For you? Absolutely," Miri rumbles back, returning his kisses with some of her own.
His fingers trail down over shoulders and along muscled arms before coming to rest atop Miri’s own hands where they grip him.
"Where do you want me first?" he asks - breathless and teasing and so very hers.
Miri hardly pauses to think about it. The look in her eye says she knows exactly what she wants.
"On your back, vhenan," she murmurs in his ear, "There is something I have always wanted to try."
Gale’s pulse kicks up another notch at that, heart hammering wildly against his ribs. He’s already in motion before she finishes, rolling off of her to lay back against the bedroll beside her with an unsteady exhale.
"Anything you want," Gale breathes out - half a promise, half a plea - eager and pliant under her hands.
His fingers dig into the furs beneath him in anticipation, legs parting shamelessly as his gaze flickers between Miri's lips and those hands.
Those perfect, enormous hands that could pin him down so easily if she wanted.
"Always so good for me," Miri purrs, taking a moment to just admire him. Laid out on the bedroll like a feast just for her.
In this state he seems so...small. But this new temporary height increase presents the perfect opportunity to try out a position she's dreamed of - one that’s always been out of reach at her normal stature.
"This will be a bit of a stretch for you, vhenan," she tells him with an affectionate but eager smile as she uses a soft rag to clean them both up with a gentle touch. "Tell me if it is uncomfortable."
He's trembling in anticipation, his breath coming out in little gasps as he watches Miri clean them off. When her words sink in, something in him goes molten. His legs part wider without thought, his every muscle going taut.
"I can take it," Gale breathes, managing a shaky smile. He can’t stop himself from adding, "I'll be good for you."
Because of course he will. Because he's hers, body and soul.
Miri grins at him, huffing a soft laugh at his interpretation when he spreads his legs for her.
"For your muscles, Gale," she teases in a low murmur. "But I know you will, fenor."
Gale’s entire body flushes hot at the correction - for your muscles, of course - but he can't even manage a flustered retort because suddenly Miri's hands are under his thighs.
Her fingers roam appreciatively before she cups the back of his knees and lifts. Those strong arms lift his lower body with even more terrifying ease than usual. Gale goes pliant in her grip immediately, letting her maneuver him however she pleases as his breath comes in shallow gasps.
Careful to be gentle and not stretch him too far too fast, Miri slowly lifts and pushes his legs knees towards his chest.
His knees press toward his chest until he's spread open entirely for her, utterly exposed in a way that makes heat coil tight low in his gut all over again. Gale’s fingers dig into the furs and bedding beneath him as she holds him there - letting his muscles acclimate.
"Gods," he chokes out in an unsteady waver, “Miri-!”
The stretch is delicious - just shy of too much, not quite painful, but intense. It pulls taut every muscle along his back and abdomen in a way he’s never felt before. And just the fact that she’s putting him into this position is enough to make it so much more. It doesn’t help that her gaze fixes hungrily on where his body strains for her.
He doesn't even realize how shamelessly his hips are writhing until Miri meets his gaze with that dark look again - the teasing, dark reminder to be patient. It’s enough to have heat pooling dangerously low once more as he looks up at her through half-lidded eyes.
"P-please," is all Gale manages before cutting himself off with a ragged moan when she shifts just slightly to press him deeper into the stretch. He’s already so hard just from being manhandled so effortlessly.
Miri gives him a reassuring smile - but the hunger beneath it only stokes more heat.
She's never been tall enough to try this with him before - so she's careful as she sets the position up to make sure they'll both enjoy it.
Holding him steady, Miri steps closer, encouraging Gale to hold onto her ankles instead of the bedding. His hands scramble eagerly to get purchase.
She positions herself carefully, straddling his hips and using a hand to line him up with her needy core. Then Miri slowly lowers her hips, sliding him inside of her with a grateful moan.
The sound he makes when Miri sinks down onto him is filthy. Broken and desperate - loud in the quiet of their tent.
His legs tremble where she holds them, every nerve ending in his body lighting up at once with just how deep she takes him like this. He can feel every inch inside her - can feel the way her walls flutter around his cock as she adjusts to him - and it steals what little breath he has left.
Gale grips her ankles tight enough there might be bruises tomorrow as he fights to keep himself from bucking up into that delicious heat.
"Fuck, love," Gale gasps out between ragged moans. "Y-you feel... ahh!"
Words fail him entirely when she shifts on top of him, finding just the right angle to start a languid rhythm and sending a fresh wave of pleasure sparking down his spine.
Miri's head tips back with a moan as she takes full control and her pace finds a steady rhythm.
"Nnhh- this is better than I imagined-" she pants as her gaze returns to his.
Gods he looks perfect beneath her. Sweaty and disheveled, lust drunk on her attentions. Skin flushed, messy hair a halo around his head. Not even including how he sounds or how good he smells...
And he just lets her take so eagerly. Perfect.
She can't help but move faster, chasing their pleasure. Delighting in how she can control the depth and grind her clit against him with every thrust. And reveling even more on how clearly he enjoys this.
"You have no idea," he breathes in a voice wrecked and barely audible even to his own ears.
Gale knows already that neither will last long like this.
She has him absolutely unraveling in her grip and she knows it - she can see it in the desperate way his hips shiver under her touch and the way his breath stutters out in broken gasps.
He can't even find words for how good it is - how perfect it feels- but he knows it shows in the way his eyes go hazy with dazed, pleasure-drenched affection as he stares up at the beautiful woman above him.
It's too much. It's perfect. And Gale never wants it to end.
There's something so intoxicating about submitting like this - letting Miri do whatever she wants. Knowing she will bring pleasure to them both. He loves being able to simply let go of every inch of stress and tension that comes with leading and planning and instead just feel.
Trusting entirely that she'll take care of him.
And gods, does she ever.
In the way she watches him, and the way her hands hold him in place, and the way she moves against him...
"I love you- I love you, I love you-"
Miri moans raggedly. "I love you too- gods, I love you-"
Her gasping devotion sends a fresh surge of heat rocking through him - his heart swells impossibly full.
Gale knows better than anyone how bad Miri is with words. How she prefers to show rather than simply say. And every time he hears those words fall from her lips it sets his skin ablaze with a fire that's all but overwhelming.
Gale tightens his grip at her ankles and pulls, trying to make her take him just a little bit deeper in retaliation.
He can't make her budge like this, not with their size difference, but Miri takes the hint. She presses his legs just a little closer to his chest so her own hips can press closer against his, taking him deeper with every stroke.
The sharp moan that tears from Gale's throat at the new angle is absolutely ruined.
His body quakes beneath Miri as he scrambles for better purchase on her legs. His fingers dig into thick muscle and tanned skin, gripping desperately at Miri's calves as if he could somehow pull himself even closer.
Gale’s head spins with every roll of her hips. Every slow drag where their bodies meet - Gale feels it in his bones.
His vision whites out briefly when she shifts to grind against the base of him and it sends sparks, lightning hot, shooting up his spine.
"I- I can't!" Gale sobs out between frantic gasps for air when the pleasure becomes too much all over again. "Nghh! You feel s-so good- I'm not going to last-"
"I am close too," Miri replies in a moaning breath. It feels so good- every press of her hips creating that perfect friction that has her right at the edge. "Come with me," she pleads, "Please, Gale, ma'vhenan- Come again with me-"
How is he meant to say no to a request like that from the woman he loves?
How is he even meant to think right now when his brain is so thoroughly scrambled?
"Y-yes, my love," he murmurs, voice trembling with barely restrained ecstasy. "I'll come for you- come with you. Gods, I'd do anything you ask of me-"
His desperate vow - and the desperate look on his face as Gale says it - is enough to drive Miri over the edge. Her legs tremble as her muscles seize and she squeezes tight around him.
The ragged moan of his name is more than enough to send him tumbling straight after Miri, her name a breathless gasp against his lips as he spills once more.
His body goes boneless all at once. His fingers unclench from Miri's legs as he does pliant against the bedding and gasps for air. Gale tries to find any words to convey how that felt- how amazing that was- as she gently lowers his trembling thighs back to the bedroll.
Miri's own legs tremble from the force of her climax and the sustained effort of riding him like that. Gods, but it was worth it.
Gale doesn’t quite find his usual prose. Instead he reaches weakly up to her with a shaky hands to coax her down to him.
"C'mon," he slurs hoarsely, “Time to sleep.”
She lets out a breathless giggle at his invitation, and stumbles forward gladly. Miri settles beside him, and for once can readily be the big spoon without being lupine.
She pulls him tight against her as she curls around him, rumbling a deep satisfied purr. It's warm and safe and comfortable and he melts bonelessly against her chest with a happy sigh.
With a weary wave of his hand he extinguishes the light in their tent.
His hand finds hers as she wraps an arm around his waist. He lifts it to his lips to press soft kisses against her knuckles.
"That was... gods- incredible," he mumbles, still slightly breathless in the darkness. But never satisfied without making some remark on their experience.
"I am glad you enjoyed it too," she murmurs warmly.
"I think I'll be limp come morning.”
Miri huffs a soft laugh. "I will happily carry you to breakfast."
He snorts against her hand, still pressed to his lips as he takes a final moment to enjoy the over-sized digits. They’ll be normal come morning; but he’s already tucking the utility of the spell away in his back pocket for a rainy day.
"Breakfast," he mumbles into her skin with a smirk, his words already running together with exhaustion. "As if I'm letting you out of this tent before midday."
Miri chuckles softly, enjoying the contented satiety that wraps them both up in warm bliss. She tucks her face into his hair with a pleased hum.
Gale yawns broadly before nestling back against her chest with a contented hum. There could be no place more comfortable than the warmth of her embrace - no matter how big or small.
"Mm... love you..."
"As I love you,” she returns with a soft press of lips to his temple. “Goodnight, ma'vhenan."