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With his body leaned against a counter at the back of Sorcerous Sundries, brow furrowed, Gale pinched his nose as an exasperated sigh escaped him.
"Just to clarify: A woman you did not recognize approached you with a quandary that, conveniently, only you could solve, led you through a clearly dangerous portal, shoved you into a bedroom with an incubus whose proposition of intercourse you willingly accepted, and now you are seeking a different solution to the effects of their saliva after having spent however long with several of our friends and acquaintances trying to work off said effects." He paused, looking up at the large elf as his hand dropped back to his side, "Am I understanding this correctly?"
Halsin shuffled his weight from foot to foot, feeling no less worked up than when this all began, while he struggled to contain and ignore his sizable erection. His eyes met Gale's, seeing the frustration behind them, and he replied, "That is an accurate assessment…"
The wizard remained silent for a moment, just long enough to gather his thoughts. "I have read many tomes on incubi and succubi over the years. There are numerous 'cures' for this malady documented throughout history, but none that have been proven to be one hundred percent factual. Most seem to be old wives' tales, yet there is one that I recall that is perhaps rooted in some semblance of reality, and will not kill you outright like many of the ridiculous ideas people have attempted."
Following another sigh, Gale added, "Lucky for you, I am in possession of the required component to this potential solution. I will gladly aid you, my friend, but…Halsin…" His gaze turned serious, "We will be having a discussion afterwards."
The druid blushed and averted his eyes before quietly acknowledging this statement, "I understand."
"Good. Now, we must make a trip to my tower." Without hesitation, the wizard cast teleport, and the two were transported directly to his private archive.
As Gale began to rummage for whatever he was looking for, Halsin looked around the large space that seemed to flicker to life as they appeared; the room was warm and welcoming, a fire crackling to one side with a plush sofa and two chairs placed around it, floor to ceiling shelves stocked with countless books and various items, magical and otherwise, a large wooden desk with books stacked neatly on one corner, a plant perched on another, and some loose papers piled in the center. It felt lived in, though it had been a while since the wizard had truly spent time there.
"This room is wonderful, Gale. Homey. " Halsin spoke softly as he walked behind the couch, one hand trailing over the back of it. "Just as I imagined."
"Mm, " the wizard responded, followed by, "Aha! Here it is." He straightened and turned to face the druid, holding an ornate dagger. "This used to belong to the wizard Sememmon, and is forged of Cold Iron, which is known to be effective against fey creatures, eladrin, and demons. The lore states that cold iron pressed to the lips of the affected will draw out the incubus venom." He huffs a laugh, "I have little faith in this premise, but there is no harm in testing it."
Gale crossed the room and handed the weapon to Halsin, who promptly laid a kiss on the iron…
…and nothing happened.
They waited a moment. Two. Five minutes. Ten.
Yet still nothing.
"It seems you were correct in your doubt." Halsin passed the blade back, frowning, but he added, "Thank you, my friend."
"You're welcome. I apologise for its lack of efficacy."
"It is not your fault. I got myself into this mess, after all."
"You will hear no arguments from me on that front, " the wizard replied calmly, setting the dagger on a nearby surface. "I believe it is time for that conversation. " Halsin nodded, a slight blush colouring his cheeks once again. "Do you recall our discussion about blindly trusting people, about self-preservation?"
"I do…"
"When presented with that sort of situation, what were you instructed to do?" Gale remained steady, his voice tinged with enough disappointment that Halsin's ears twitched back in shame, the tips reddening.
The druid shuffled awkwardly, not meeting the other man's eyes. "Refer to another party member for advice."
The wizard folded his sleeves up to his elbows slowly, and Halsin swallowed hard as his cock twitched in his trousers. He had always found the other man attractive, but even more so when he demonstrated authority…or even the promise of it.
"Did you do that, Halsin?"
"…No."
Gale stepped forward and reached up, turning the druid's face to meet his darkened expression. "What was the agreed-upon consequence for not following this rule?"
"A spanking…but-"
"No 'buts', Halsin." His voice was stern and unwavering. "You knew full well that you should have consulted one of us, any of us, and you chose not to do that. You've earned a punishment, and you know it, don't you?"
Halsin tried to turn away once more, but Gale firmly held his chin. With a resigned sigh, he spoke, "…Yes."
“Good.” The wizard released him but didn’t look away. “I want you to remove your clothing, fold each item, and place the stack on the sofa.”
The druid could only bring himself to nod before beginning to strip. He felt Gale’s eyes on him even as he turned to set the items where instructed. Anticipation was coursing through his veins alongside the venom, the undeniable arousal, both fueled by this man and manufactured by the incubus, warring with the very real remorse he was feeling at having broken the one rule his companions had set for him. That they had put in place to protect him.
Once finished, he stood before Gale with downturned eyes, still desperately trying to ignore his hard length that now stood proudly between them.
The wizard allowed his gaze to roam over Halsin but spared a glance at the perfectly stacked clothing. He nodded approvingly, then spoke, “Very good. Before we begin, please remind me of our safeword.”
Gale knew the word.
He would never have forgotten something so important, but he needed to be sure Halsin remembered…and that he knew that this being a punishment did not mean Gale would ever overstep his boundaries; that he was safe with the wizard.
Halsin raised his attention back to Gale, and they locked eyes. The elf understood the purpose of this, appreciated it deeply, and responded easily, “Moonrise, saer.”
“Excellent, “ the mage said. “Now, bend over my desk, Halsin.”
Without hesitation, the druid obeyed.
Gale followed and stood behind him to one side. His hand moved to rest on the presented ass, gripping one cheek as he next spoke, “I am going to spank you now. It will be unpleasant, but you are expected to take what I give you without a fight. If you do not behave, it will be worse for you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Saer.” Halsin swallowed hard, rested his head on the wood, and gripped the opposite edge of the desk in preparation. He felt when the other man’s hand left him, but its absence was quickly followed by a resounding slap. His head jerked up as he sucked in a breath, slightly surprised by the firmness of this first impact.
The elf had not but a moment to acknowledge that because Gale meant business. He began soundly spanking the larger man, alternating cheeks and position, keeping his pattern sporadic so Halsin wouldn’t know where to expect the next hit.
“I am very disappointed in you, Halsin.”
Smack. Smack Smack. Smack.
“We have a singular rule for you, and you broke it.”
Smack Smack Smack.
Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Were the instructions unclear?” Smack.
Halsin gasped audibly, but responded quickly, “No, Saer.”
Smack. Smack.
“Unreasonable?”
SmackSmackSmackSmack.
“No, Saer!”
Smack. SmackSmackSmack. Smack. Smack.
Halsin had started stoically; quiet gasps, gripping the desk tighter, breathing heavily, but still as he could be. As Gale went on, the druid’s sounds became louder; he shuffled from foot to foot as he fought to remain in place.
Smack.
Smack Smack Smack.
“Then why, Halsin?”
Smack. Smack.
The elf was struggling to focus. He registered the question. He tried navigating the fog in his mind to find a reason Gale would understand. He took too long.
SmackSmackSmackSmackSmack.
Halsin cried out, but the mage was insistent, not at all deterred by his sounds.
“I’m waiting.”
Smack. Smack.
“Ah!” Deep breath. Focus. Try again. “I…” Smack. “I wanted to help!”
Smack, smack.
“You do not know her. If you had asked, we would have told you who she is. Who she works for.”
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack Smack Smack.
“I thought I could help!”
Halsin heard Gale make a deeply displeased sound, felt the absence of his hand for a moment longer than the other times, and, without thinking, threw his own back to cover his ass.
This was the wrong thing to do.
Gale reached forward and gripped the druid by his hair, tipping his head back just rough enough that it elicited a shocked yelp. The mage leaned over him and spoke in a firm, husky voice directly into his pointed ear, “Oh, Halsin. I warned you to behave.”
The druid shivered, and his cock twitched despite the worry over what would come next. Gods, did he love when the wizard acted that way.
“I’m sorry, Saer! I won’t move again.”
Gale released his hair, straightened, and ignored the apology completely. Halsin watched as he walked around the desk, frustration etched into the lines of his face. He pointed at the edge and spoke, “Hands. I want them close together.”
Halsin obeyed.
Gale cast a spell the druid recognised: a spectral hand appeared before him and wrapped around the elf’s wrists to pin them in place. The mage leaned down to open the larger bottom drawer, then pulled out an eighteen-inch, sturdy wooden ruler.
When he stood upright and gave a test smack to his palm, Halsin’s eyes widened. With his ass already stinging, he knew the implement would feel intense. He tested his bounds with nervous excitement and found the mage hand to be unrelenting.
“I’m sorry, Saer, “ he said, sounding disheartened as he ducked his head down. He didn’t enjoy upsetting those he loved, regardless of how hot the result could be.
The wizard sighed and used his free hand to tip the elf’s face back up. “Be that as it may, I am true to my word.” His thumb brushed gently over the other man’s cheek. Punishment or not, Gale was still Gale, and his care for Halsin was palpable. “You will receive twenty-five strikes, and I want you to count them. Understand?”
Heat flooded Halsin’s cheeks, reddening them along with his ears. “Yes, Saer. I understand.”
“Good. Let’s begin.”
Gale moved back around, stopping where he needed to be to properly use the implement. He rested it across both ass cheeks, pulled back, then brought it down swiftly.
“Agh!” The elf cried out, followed by, “One, Saer.”
The wizard repositioned, then laid another two on him in quick succession.
“Two, three, Saer!”
Gale adjusted once more, a little higher yet overlapping, and the sound of the wood meeting skin was followed by the elf’s gasping cry, “Four, Saer!”
Halsin’s breathing became ragged quickly, pre-cum already beaded at his tip with some dripping down. His body’s multiple reactions were warring with each other; the venom made everything feel profound between the want and need for stimulation and the stinging pain of the ruler against his ass.
The wizard gave him a moment as he considered the next placement. He laid the implement across the top of Halsin’s thighs, and the elf whispered, “Saer…?”
“Hush. Be still.” He reared back, not giving him more time to anticipate before cracking it down.
“Agh!” Halsin cried out as his back arched. He shuffled his feet as the pain radiated through him, and the rectangular outline bloomed quickly across his skin.
“Halsin.”
“F-five, Saer.”
The druid’s head dropped down again, but Gale wanted his full attention. With his free hand, he gripped his hair, pulling him back up, “Wouldn’t want you to lose focus. Let’s not dally, hm?”
The wizard laid the next five on him without pause, and Halsin’s ass was singing. “Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, Saer!!”
“Good boy.”
Halsin couldn’t help the pleased whine that escaped his lips at the praise.
The next ten came in a steady rhythm; each one left a mark, was followed by one of the druid’s varying sounds, then a number, without fail. The elf was panting by that point, his knuckles white from clenching his fists tightly.
“You’re taking this so well, Halsin. Five to go.”
“Y-yes, Saer…Thank you, Saer.”
Another strike, another mark, another cry.
“Twenty-one, Saer.”
Two more.
“Agh! Twenty-two, Twenty-three!”
Another.
“Twenty-four!”
Finally, the last one.
“Aaah…Twenty…Five…Saer…”
Gale released the elf’s hair, and Halsin dropped his head down to rest on his arms while trying to steady his breathing. The wizard set down the implement and rubbed his hands slowly over Halsin’s ass. The elf hissed slightly, but the gentle touch quickly became soothing.
“Very good. You did very well, and your punishment is over.” He dismissed the mage hand and spoke the next part quietly, “You worry me sometimes, Halsin…”
The elf turned to face the other man, looking down at him with his ears lowered. “I know…I’m sorry, truly.”
Gale met his eyes, and they held each other’s gaze for a moment. “I believe you.”
“May I hug you?”
The wizard nodded, and they joined in a tight hug for several moments, ignoring the druid’s trapped erection as best they could. It didn’t last, however, as a slight whimper escaped Halsin and caught Gale’s attention.
“Ah…yes…incubus venom.” He pulled back with a thoughtful expression. “Let me further assist you with this.”
“I could not ask that of you…especially since I disappointed you…”
“Good thing, then, that you did not ask it; I offered. The punishment was given, and it is done. You are dear to me, and I don’t wish to see you suffer. It might not cure the affliction, but if release would help, consider it most enthusiastically done.”
Halsin bit his lip as his cock twitched at the thought, “I would appreciate that greatly, my friend…” Gale noticed how the elf’s body reacted and smirked, which only served to make the druid want him more. “How would you have me, Saer?”
The wizard raised a brow, all too willing to keep playing that part.
But before executing his quickly devised plan, he gave in to his desire and pulled the taller man into a passionate kiss, pressing his fully clothed body against Halsin’s bare skin. The elf melted into the moment with a moan as Gale’s hand tangled in his hair to hold him close; his tongue dominated the willing druid’s, and his own cock began to harden.
After several moments, Gale pulled away and rasped, “Follow me.”
Halsin tried to compose himself, but the kiss caught him off guard. He stood frozen in place as he watched Gale walk towards the door until the mage looked over his shoulder expectantly.
The druid fell into stride, then, and paid no mind to his surroundings as they traversed the halls of the tower. All he could think about was what his friend might have in mind, and the lingering feeling of Gale’s lips on his. He was so distracted, in fact, that he nearly stumbled into the mage when he came to a halt outside of a closed door.
“Not many have been brought here,” Gale murmured.
A light pink bloomed over Halsin’s cheeks before he responded, “I’m honoured to be amongst them.” A low hum is all he received in response, but the druid spotted the smile forming before the wizard opened the door.
“After you,“ he said with a welcoming gesture.
Halsin entered Gale’s bedroom and took a moment to look around.
The room was decked out in rich purple tones with golden accents; the walls adorned with a variety of complementing paintings between the filled bookshelves that, of course, were also present. To the left could be found a glass door leading to Gale’s private balcony, with curtains open enough for a beam of sunlight to spill across the floor, and against the centre of the back wall sat a decadent canopy bed with numerous pillows, silken sheets, and a plush comforter perfectly draped over the mattress.
Gale stepped into the room and closed the door behind them. “What do you think?”
“It’s lovely,” Halsin answered. He turned to look at the mage, “It’s very you.”
Gale cleared his throat, pleased with that response, “Yes, well…Lie in the centre of the bed for me, on your back.”
With a nod, the druid moved to obey, and the mage followed. He stopped at the end of the bed as his eyes trailed over the veritable feast that was Halsin as he sprawled across the mattress.
“Excellent. Good boy.”
A whimper escaped Halsin as the flush still lingering on his cheeks spread to his ears and chest.
“You like that, don’t you? Being my good boy?” Gale’s hands roamed gently over the druid’s calves, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.
“Yes, very much, Saer.”
“Mm. Good, good.”
The wizard moved carefully onto the bed between Halsin’s legs as soft kisses followed the path of his hands. The druid’s eyes fluttered shut as he let the sensations overtake him, sighing in pleasure as his fists clenched at his side.
“Tell me,” Gale murmured against his skin, “Do you enjoy being restrained, Halsin?”
The elf moaned as kisses turned to nibbles, every touch lighting his body on fire. “Y-yes,“ he managed as the mage continued upward.
Halsin yelped as Gale bit his inner thigh, just hard enough to shock him, “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Saer. Please…”
Gale smirked at the plea, “Since you asked so nicely…”
He rose and crossed to the bedside table, retrieving the material component for his modified spell. Murmuring the incantation, he finished the series of precise motions with his hands. The air crackled around him as the magic took hold, and four black tentacles unfurled at the edges of the bed, wrapping around Halsin’s wrists and ankles. They pulled him into a taut X, and his eyes widened when they met Gale’s darkened gaze.
This was certainly not on his bingo card for the day.
Gale made a show of stripping off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly defined torso. He folded the garment with deliberate care and set it aside before moving back toward the druid; he crawled over him, not hesitating to trail those maddeningly soft kisses and touches over his abdomen, his chest, stopping to tease each nipple until they hardened and Halsin’s back arched under him.
“S-Saer…please…I need more…”
“Patience,” Gale muttered, continuing his gentle assault of the elf’s senses.
His ministrations continued to the elf's neck: kissing, nibbling, marking. His warm breath tickled sensitive ears, followed by Gale’s tongue tracing from lobe to pointed tip. He mirrored each action on the other side while Halsin squirmed and moaned, tugging at his restraints, still pleading for more because it was all he could do.
Once Gale was satisfied with his work, he moved to kiss the elf deeply; one hand cupped the druid’s cheek as his tongue slipped into his mouth. Halsin’s eyes closed as he returned the kiss, savouring it, craving everything the wizard would give him.
Finally, Gale pulled away and slipped back down between Halsin’s legs. He wasted no time before running his tongue up the underside of the elf’s throbbing erection, swirling at the tip to taste the pre-cum that had leaked. Halsin cried out just from that, hips rising in response.
“Look at you,” Gale observed, “dripping just for me.”
He took the head into his mouth, his tongue teasing the weeping slit.
“Oh gods,” Halsin moaned.
In the next moment, Gale shocked the elf when he swallowed him nearly to the hilt in one go, and when the human sucked, causing his throat muscles to contract, Halsin lurched upward as much as the tentacles would allow.
“By Silvanus…I won’t last long if you keep that up…”
The wizard hummed around his cock before starting to move in a steady rhythm, his hands gripping the elf’s hips. He took him just as deep each time, somehow sucking perfectly while his practised tongue explored every inch of the man.
The ember of pleasure burned inside Halsin, growing in intensity with every motion. His head tipped back, and his hips tried to rise, but he was held firmly in place until he could hold back no longer. His moans cut off as he spilled down Gale’s throat, and the mage did not stop moving until he claimed every drop of Halsin’s spend.
The wizard pulled off with a pop, and he smiled lazily as he took in the sight before him: the large elf’s chest heaved, sweat glistening, with his jaw dropped open as he tried to recover.
“You are nothing short of resplendent.”
Gale’s voice was husky with desire, and Halsin whimpered at the sound.
“T-thank you, S-Saer…”
With a thought, the wizard directed two of the tentacles to coil higher and adjust the druid’s position until his legs were raised and wide, bent at the knee and pulled toward his chest. Gale sat back, admiring the view of Halsin’s tight furl framed by marked and reddened cheeks.
“The remnants of your punishment are magnificent.”
He slid his hands slowly over the sensitive skin, and Halsin sucked in a breath as his still-hard cock twitched with interest. With a slight chuckle, Gale mused, “Elven stamina, or the venom, I wonder?” He squeezed the druid’s ass, then released before he next spoke, “Let’s continue.”
The mage cast a quick grease spell into one hand and rubbed a slick finger over Halsin’s entrance, prodding gently while the druid moaned. Gale worked slowly, letting him relax and accept the initial intrusion.
He slid the digit in and out, twisting and working the muscles until he could safely introduce another. He scissored him open with care, then finally pushed in a third before adjusting his hand and curling his fingers until Halsin saw stars.
“Saer!”
“There it is,” he murmured. Gale stroked over his prostate again and again and again and again, giving him no reprieve as his pleasure rose. Halsin whimpered and whined, moaned and writhed; his heart pounded, and his balls drew tight until his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, spilling over his torso.
The mage helped him ride it to completion, then removed his fingers. The elf whined at the loss, and Gale chuckled, “You’re doing so well for me. Such a good boy.”
Halsin panted as he tried to regain some composure, but his body still thrummed with arousal. His mind was fogged over from Gale’s quiet control, the praise, the ecstasy, and all he could manage in response was a desperate, “P-please…”
“Don’t worry,” Gale reassured, “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Halsin whimpered as the wizard stood and removed the rest of his clothing. He moved back onto the bed and cast another grease spell before coating his thick cock with a groan. He pressed his head to Halsin’s hole, but no further, “Tell me what you want, Halsin.”
The druid swallowed hard, fighting the haze to respond as instructed, “F-fill me, please, Saer…want…your cock…”
Gale pushed inside slowly, stretching the elf further despite the prep. “Gods, you’re still tight…” Both of them moaned as he inched his way inside until he was fully seated, and Halsin trembled from being filled so thoroughly.
The wizard began to move.
He thrust leisurely, watching himself disappear inside the elf each time. He kept this pace as one hand slid up Halsin’s thigh, enjoying the sounds he brought from the other man, and he couldn’t help the string of praises falling from his lips.
“Mesmerizing.”
“Gorgeous.”
“Every inch of you is pure temptation…”
“Perfection.”
Gale wrapped his free hand around the elf’s cock, stroking it and brushing over his prostate simultaneously with each unhurried movement. The fire within Halsin burned hotter and hotter.
“S-Saer…I’m close…Oh gods, please don’t stop!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. That’s right, let it take you. Come for me.”
Halsin did.
His entire body convulsed with the force of it, choking out broken moans, and he spurted a stream up over his chest.
But Gale was not yet done, “You can give me one more.”
The druid whimpered pitifully, incredibly sensitive as the wizard continued rolling his hips, “I-I don’t know…”
“You’ve been such a good boy for me, Halsin. I know you can do it.”
“Yes, S-Saer…I’ll be good for you.” His voice was totally wrecked, his body overstimulated, but yet…he couldn’t help but want this, too.
“Good. Are you ready?” The wizard’s hands both gripped onto Halsin’s thighs.
“Y-yes, Saer.”
That was all he needed.
Gale began slamming into Halsin relentlessly. Their bodies slapped together as the wizard battered the elf’s prostate. The druid’s body tensed against his restraints as pleasure came roaring back to life with a vengeance.
He screamed something unintelligible as his mind snapped, and all he could do was feel everything Gale gave him. He came again, but his spent cock barely dribbled out despite the potency of this final orgasm.
“Gods, yes, Halsin! You’re incredible!”
The mage chased his own release with a few more powerful thrusts, then pulled out and painted the druid with his seed.
Gale took a moment to come down from his high before lowering Halsin’s legs. He used the tentacles to position the druid higher on the bed, with his head resting on the pillows, then dismissed the spell. After a quick casting of prestidigitation to clean them up, he moved up beside his dear friend and pulled him close.
It took a little while for Halsin to come to. When he did, he found Gale petting his hair and humming a relaxing melody. The druid shifted closer and nuzzled into his chest, draping his arm over the mage.
Gale smiled and muttered, “There you are.” He pressed a kiss to the elf’s head. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmmm…very good. A little sore, but that’s to be expected.”
“Do you need anything? Water?”
“That would be wonderful, I’m parched.”
The wizard chuckled, “Unsurprising with how vocal you were throughout. I nearly got lost in the sea of your sounds; they were intoxicating.” He reached over, grabbed an empty glass from the table behind him, and conjured fresh water into it.
“Here, let me.”
Gale guided Halsin a little more upright, then held the cup to his lips as he sipped until sated before placing it aside once more.
“Thank you…and that’s news to me. You seemed very put together, considering.”
“Ah, see, that is a direct result of wizardry. I am nothing if not skilled in the art of concentration, my friend, and I was wholly devoted to bringing you immeasurable pleasure.”
Halsin pulled back enough to look up at the mage, “In that, you succeeded.”
With a smile, Gale cupped the druid’s cheek and held his gaze. “I am pleased to hear it. Now, to assess your condition. Any change?”
The elf focused on his body, then frowned. “Still coursing through me, I’m afraid. But I appreciate your efforts. It did help in the moment.”
Gale sighed. “I wish I could do more.” He paused, furrowed his brow, then added, “Let me try something.” He quickly cast remove curse. “Anything?”
Halsin shook his head, “It remains.”
“Nevertheless, it was worth the attempt. I suppose you must continue your search.” He considers the options, then reluctantly suggests, “As much as it pains me to say this, it may be best to return to the source for a solution. I am not thrilled about the prospect of you foraying into Avernus for the second time, mind you, but I do dislike your suffering. However! You will not leave this tower without adequate supplies.”
The druid chuckled, “I will take anything you see fit to give.”
“Good.” A pause, then, “I would not typically offer this after discipline, but would you prefer to heal before you go?”
Halsin blushed, “I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “I would rather not. I wish to feel it for a while longer; it will remind me of the consequences of my actions…and of the time we spent afterwards.”
Gale smiles, “Alright.” He kisses the elf’s head once more. “I enjoyed our time as well. Up, up. Time to make ourselves presentable.”
The two of them did just that, and Gale offered Halsin a bag of holding filled with snacks, two scrolls of Misty Step, one Protection from Evil and Good, one potion of greater healing, and four standard healing potions before teleporting them back to Sorcerous Sundries and sending him on his way.