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tangledweaveFollowing 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.
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.
I suck. Sorry, I intended to reply *much* sooner
2025-06-06 07:12 (UTC)He moaned into the kiss, instantly arching his body to press up against Halsin's heated skin. His hands reached up, clinging to the other's thick bicep, and around his waist. With a needy sound, Gale opened his mouth to Halsin's pressing tongue, and felt his eyes roll back, while a parallel sensation roiled in his chest. While not the druid's cock by a long stretch, this muscle was hot and wet, filled and probed his mouth. Any means that he could be filled by Halsin, he would take.
"Please," he gasped at Halsin's words as they broke the kiss. "Make me cry out until I'm hoarse. Let the Gods hear how you claim my body for yourself, and then silence me to deny them even the pleasure of my voice."
Digging his heels into the sheets, Gale rolled his hips up against Halsin. His straining cock throbbed as it bumped and frotted against that thickly swelling member belonging to the druid. There was a slick pool of precum on his own belly already, and now he streaked further fluids over Halsin as well.
"Ah, I won't last long," he warned. "Not now you're here. Gods, I've wanted this so much, the thought of the weight of your body, pinning me to my own bedding. Claiming me. I've been obsessed."