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]

Halsin had lived a longer life than he'd ever admit, he'd seen more than some creatures ever did but someone like Gale still made his breath catch in this throat. The encounter in the woods had left him dancing on his mind in a way that was more effective than any magic the wizard could ever try and cast. Halsin had to walk from his bed under the stars nearer to the woods towards Gale's tent. He even had to explain to a few other of their friends that he had somewhere to be and could not linger with any of them to discuss what was next for the journey ahead, and instead beelined towards Gales tent.

The others words and compliment lingered in his mind but even those did not compare to the sight he saw when he lifts the flap of that more elaborate and magical tent to step inside- Gale spread out, bare and naked, and looking finer than any deity ever could. spread out on those cushions and straining with need.

'Sweet divine..." he could feel his blood rush towards his cock as he took a few more steps into the tent. The orbs creating a rather large shadow against the tent walk as Halsin reaches for his pants, as he'd lost his shirt many hours ago in the sun. His large body and his well defined muscles on display for Gale's eyes as he quickly undoes the string that holds his pants tight. He lets them fall and just like that, that tree trunk of a cock swings free between his legs, already hardening with every passing moment.

'My pretty wizard." he praised as he finally reaches that mess of cushions and blankets. His large moving onto them as he peered down at the other.

"My, how you ache for me...' He teased with a glance down at the others cock.