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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.