The Bear and the Wizard for bearcoded

[tangledweave]

Following his first encounter with Halsin, the verbal components of Gale's spells had taken on a rougher, husky edge for a whole day after. It probably hadn't been noticeable to any of their companions, but that coarse scratch at his vocal cords had recalled to him the way the druid's trunk of a cock had been positively crammed down his throat the evening before. He almost wished for it not to heal.

It seems that the same evening hasn't only been on his mind, going by the messages exchanged with Halsin tonight. Incredibly arousing messages, which have left him aching to the point of either inability or unwillingness to move, until he relieves himself of this heavy, throbbing burden. And he won't be alone, as it seems that Halsin is keen to lend him a helping hand.

Under the safe cover of his tent, Gale is sprawling in his scattering of bedding and soft cushions. Naked, a slight sheen of sweat glitters under light cast from a couple of conjured orbs, that float beneath the canopy. A cotton sheet is bunched and lays partially over him, yet his straining hardness is free from the sheet, bobbing lightly over his belly. Untouched. Gale's eyes fix on the entrance to his tent, anticipating Halsin joining him. He won't start without him.

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[bearcoded]

God he loved the sounds that Gale made for him, they'd barely started and yet he could feel those moans running under his skin like the best sort of drugs. The wizard so easily enchanted him and part of him wondered if Gale had any idea how deeply he was under that spell, that he wanted to fuck the other again and again, day after day without hesitation. Even that breathy please made his cock twitch and ache between his legs, as hard as diamond as it twitched against the others rolling hips. He adored the other this desperate for him, the way every inch of Gale seemed to be ready to be taken apart by him, the feeling of those wet streaks across his stomach from the wizards aching cock.

"Then you shouldn't hold back for me..." He teased as the other warned him about coming so quick, he'd let the other have that orgasm and simply chase him for another. Make the wizard wet with his own come and Halsin's by the end of the night. "Obsessed hm? Aching to me to take what's mine..." The druid growled that last word, the beast inside him just as eager for the other as the elf outside of it.

"Then I suppose I should ease that suffering." As fun was it would be the tease the other, his body leaned back enough that he could wrap a strong hand around the others thigh as he moved the other effortlessly, showing off that strength as moved that leg over his hip, his cock thick and intimidating between Halsin's legs.

"Are you ready for me to take you, my pretty wizard. My Gale?" He teased, his eyes dark and yet, wanting to make sure the other truly wanted this. His free hand easing down to tease behind the others balls before dipping down to brush over that hole. 'To make you sing to the heavens?"

[tangledweave]

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."

[bearcoded]

How very easy it was to get lost in that breathy needy voice of the other, he how adored the way the other hips rolled up towards him. There's a pleased little growl at that answer- at the thought of the other fucking himself proper to the thoughts of him. For him. Ready to be taken and fucked till he broke. He certainly could have double checked or at least, slid a few fingers inside Gale to make sure he was stretched enough for this thick, elven cock. But any thoughts of doing that fled his mind when Gale matter those words.

Make me yours.

Halsin's cock twitched painfully at the thought and that need washed over him like magical spell all of it's own. He had enough of his mind to reach forward along the floor till his fingers curled around the bottle of that oil. Sitting back as he made a show of dripping it down that mighty weapon of a shaft, his hand curling around he base as he stroked himself a few times, his eyes locked to Gale's. He wanted him to see just how much he'd take, just how much he'd ruin him. How full he'd feel.

Finally he dropped that oil back to the floor, letting it roll away as he moved his body forward. His hips tilting forward as he eased his cock between those cheeks and his cock caught over the rim of that pretty hole. While he was tempted to tease the other- draw this out...

He needed this. They both did. They could tease each other on a later date- Halsin towered over the other as he started to ease himself into the wizard- making sure to move slow just so Gale could feel every thick inch spear inside him. Moment after moment.

"Sweet hells.."

[tangledweave]

Halsin's gaze may have been locked with Gale's as he stroked himself, but Gale's own attention flitted with each hammering beat of his heart. The look that Halsin gave him was so intense that he felt like he was being eaten alive, devoured by that gaze alone. Gale wanted so desperately to hold it, to welcome the way he knew the huge elf would take him apart piece by piece, like a ravenous bear picking through a roast meat. But how could he? Not when Halsin was stroking his cock, knuckles passing over the thick and veiny length, making that trunk shimmer with dripping oil. God's, Gale wanted to feel it shoved into him, too big and yet slick enough to make it fit.

He whined as the druid got into position, the broadly blunt head pressing against his entrance. Instantly, Gale felt the contrasting messages of his stretched hole relaxing against it, welcoming and needing more, while every other instinct in his body screamed to resist, to contract and refuse something that would surely tear him apart.

There was no choice in it, really. The weight of the other rested against him, into him. Gale's voice shook as he let out a breathy moan, his eyes falling closed.

Stretched. And stretched. And stretched. Gale sucked in breath in sharp little gasps, as he willed himself to relax. He felt the give of the flare of Halsin's cockhead as it pushed past his ring, and he had an overwhelming, almost hysterical moment, feeling as if that was it; that was him tied to Halsin now with no escape. Not that he wanted escape.

"Fuck. You're so big. Don't stop. Fill me, please. Gods." He reached out blindly, hand resting on a muscled bicep, his other reaching for the back of Halsin's neck to pull him closer, and deeper. "You're going to destroy me." The deep, rumbling desire was clear in his voice. He wanted this, badly.