Halsin pulled back, and Gale's breath hitched in his throat as the druid rearranged his position so effortlessly. Not for the first time since he'd been with him, Gale had that feeling of being a doll to Halsin. Pliable and willing, easy to move and bend, to be put in whatever position the bear wanted to take him in. His heart skittered in his chest, and Gale bit his lip in anticipation. Hells, if Halsin wished to fold him double, just to be able to fuck him deeper, Gale would welcome it.

"Yes, I'm ready for you." His voice was a rough whisper already, just from the unbearable arousal. What would it be like later, after Halsin breaks him, makes him scream directly into the Weave until his voice cracks? "I prepared myself while I was waiting. Touched myself and thought of you, used oils..."

As best as he'd done fingering himself, Gale knew that his hole wasn't stretched near as much as Halsin's cock. He'll welcome the burn of being split wide open though, and taking the whole of that trunk. He wanted to feel full to bursting with this incredible and broad elf.

A pleasurable warmth flooded his crotch as Halsin cradled his balls, and then fingers trailed down to his sensitive, stretched hole. A shock of icy sensation shot up his core, and he let out a high, breathy moan. Rolling his hips, he tried to bear down on those fingers, even though he knew they wouldn't compare to what he truly wanted.

"Make me yours. Spear me with your cock and ruin me. Gods, I need you in me, now."