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The river nearby camp is cold. You wade in the knee-deep water, boots long forgotten under a tree just a few metres away, wiggling your toes against the sand beneath as the water soaks up into your clothes and sticks to your sweaty skin.
Today had been long—torturous, almost. Nothing but stupid arguments with the residents of Baldur's Gate who believed you owed them the world just because you're the honorable sort, wanting to fight even after all you'd done was help them with their grievances. So, when your beloved Archdruid Halsin had suggested a walk to wash off in cool waters, what kind of fool would you have been to say no?
You strip your last layer off and lean over to dip it into the water below to wash the blood and dirt from it, standing with your back to the elf who lay sprawled in the wet grass at the river's edge, half his nude body in the water while the other bakes in the afternoon sun.
"Continue to bend like that, my heart, and I may be forced to do something particularly unsavoury to you." Halsin's voice rumbles from the riverbank, and you suddenly remember all at once the view you are presenting him with, glistening and naked, bent in half to scrub out a bloody stain. Gods—you've given him quite the treat, haven't you?
"I am but a humble woman washing clothes, my good sir." You say back, voice teasing as you subtly spread your feet a little further apart under the water. You hear Halsin laugh, low, gravelly—you're pushing your luck here, you're fully aware, and will continue to do so.
"You're being mean." The Archdruid's breath catches as you lift your clothes from the water and up to your shoulders, letting the water run from the garments and trickle down the curves of your body, running in rivulets down your bare back and arse. He groans, "Hm... Perhaps cruel?"
"Cruel?" You bend forward again and this time push the hand not holding your clothes between your legs, dragging your fingertips over your sex slowly. "I could never be."
With a giggle, you turn and face Halsin fully, his body still spread over the bank lazily, cock swelling as it rests already half-hard against his hip. You can see even from where you stand in the water that his eyes rake over the front of you appreciatively, lingering for a while on your tits while they jiggle softly, dripping as you wade over and make your way to him. You toss your wet clothes to the dry grass somewhere to your left and drop down to your knees in the sand, the river swirling around your biceps and hips as you crawl up the length of Halsin's thick legs and settle yourself across the very tops of his tree-trunk thighs.
"Comfortable?" The Archdruid smiles lazily, tucking his crossed arms under his head to angle his neck in such a way that he's able to watch you.
"Quite." You hum, bringing a hand to your lips and licking a stripe along it before you smooth your palm along the length of his shaft. "It's been an exhausting day, beloved. Let me take care of you."
Halsin sighs, his lips curling in a delectable smile, "Funny, I was going to offer you just the same thing." He untucks one arm and reaches down briefly to rub his thumb gently against your cheek. "You'll find little argument from me."
You smile right back, curling your fingers around the elf's impressive length and giving it a few proper strokes, your fingertips just barely touching around the girth of him. His hips twitch, muscles in his thighs tensing as he witnesses you bow your head and lick from root to tip, your gaze locked with his the entire time you do so.
"Fuck." He curses, "Fuck—" It's rather rare to hear such language from him—it shocks you, stirs you, worms like pure electricity down your spine until it settles warm between your legs. The druid swells even more in your firm grip, blood thrumming through his cock and bringing it to complete pulsing life right in front of your nose—he's breathing hard and the tip of his dick glistens with pearly beads, foreskin pulled back entirely to reveal his reddened flesh beneath and you can no longer restrain yourself from taking all of him in.
Halsin's cock fills your mouth very quickly and very easily. You bob your head back and forth, whatever flesh is left outside your mouth covered by your fingers, stroking, sucking, kissing. You can hear the elf's breath catch around a groan of pleasure above you, and your gaze flickers upward, a hum of approval escaping at the sight of his flushed face and relaxed jaw. He's watching you with a hunger in his expression clearer than the crystal blue skies above, which you're sure is mirrored almost exactly in your own face, your eyes creasing up happily as you regard him with explicit delight.
"Let me fuck your throat, lover, please." The Archdruid moans. He lifts his upper body, seated now, just his legs still in the water that licks up over your ass and waist, and you're more than willing to accommodate. Arousal flushes through you as you let your mouth fall open wider just as the elf begins to rock his hips forward. "Mmm, please, please, open up for me, sweet girl—"
Breathing slow through your nose, you slide your hands out of the way and curl them around Halsin's thick thighs, the soft wet hairs beneath the cool water tickling your fingertips as you allow more of the cock on your tongue to intrude further toward your throat. He's good at this, taking control of you—he's fast to press inside your mouth, sliding his shaft all the way in until your nose meets the hair at the root of his cock and you have to convince your body not to reject the invasion entirely.
"Yes, yes, take all of me." The druid grunts, one hand dropping to the back of your head, his fingers tangling into the roots of your hair and holding you steady. "This throat of yours was made for me to fuck, wasn't it, wicked girl? Even the Oak Father himself could not have crafted a better mouth for me to feed my cock into." His words are dangerous, honeyed, dripping through your body and warming your belly—his grip tight as it controls the shift of your head back and forth on his dick, the tip dipping further and further into your throat with each hurried movement. You choke, gagging around his thickness, tears gathering and spilling—though he has nothing but praise for you. "Good. Take it, my heart. Open wider for me, now."
And you do. You take and take and take and take. There's saliva running down your chin, dribbling to the water below, your throat convulses around Halsin's cock and you squeeze your thighs together—you can feel how wet you are despite the cool river washing it all away, how hot and needy and empty your cunt is, gods, you want him to fuck you—
"You're going to make me come." The Archdruid tells you suddenly, holding you in place with all of him inside, then rolling his hips in a modicum more for good measure. "Would you like me to give you my seed, beloved? Are you hungry?"
By the fucking light of Silvanus.
You can do nothing but hum, tears streaming down your face from fighting your body's natural reactions, but Halsin understands—he fucks once more into your mouth as deep as he possibly can and moans loud and long, almost snarling as he pulls his cock completely out just in time. Your tongue comes out the moment he shoots thick ropes of cum across your face, painting the inside of your mouth, your cheeks, your chin—it flicks across your closed eyes and your forehead and you know you're his work of art.
"Yes, yes, lovely girl." He pants, and you feel the head of his cock tap hard against the flat of your tongue. "Come here to me and let me taste you."
You go blindly, letting his strong hands guide you until you feel his mouth slant across your cum-covered lips, the very thought of him dragging his release back into your mouth with his tongue sending you spiralling with lust. His fingers tickle against your spine as he lowers them and you hear the sound of water splashing about gently, then there's droplets on your skin and wet thumbs against your eyelids as he presumably wipes away any of the seed that'd keep you from opening your eyes.
Halsin bites lightly at your bottom lip and then pulls away, "I believe I am to return the favour?" You blink and look down, watching as the Archdruid spreads himself out back down on the grass, hands tugging lightly at your thighs as you're left perched atop his hips. "Come up here and take your seat, my heart."
You take a shaky breath and lift yourself up enough to do an awkward wiggle on your knees until the elf's patience wears thin, his arms hooking up under your legs, pulling you the rest of the way and you all but fall forward onto your hands, your pussy colliding with an open and very excited mouth. Oh, and it makes you cry out, the press of his tongue against your clit, starving—desperate to dig out your pleasure just as you had his.
"Give it back to me, you hear me?" Halsin's raspy voice sounds from below, his hair splayed above his head like a russet halo. "Mount my face, pretty girl, use my mouth until you cum—then I'm going to fuck you."
Oh, you shiver, regaining your balance and reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair and rock down—grinding your sex against the druid's face. The flat of his tongue curls against you, back and forth against your clit and your hole and every last sensitive part between. "Shit." You pant, eyes rolling back as you find just the right spot and angle your hips to keep him there, rocking faster, chasing the intense pleasure. "Shit, right there, right there—"
You're probably smothering the poor elf but you have a feeling he doesn't particularly mind—if anything the way his fingers grip your arse, helping you move as you'd like on his tongue and teeth and even his nose for fuck's sake, tells you he'd rather suffocate than let you go without your orgasm.
So for all his hard work, Oak Father love him, you come for him.
Your hips stutter, hold on Halsin's hair tightening as your body pulls inward tight, every muscle contracting and relaxing and all at once you're thrown headfirst into total bliss. You close your eyes and throw your head back, letting the Archdruid's hands move you as you cease to function properly through your trembling, his tongue still laving at your clit. "F-fuck, fuck, I want you to put it inside—"
Halsin's grasp shifts to your waist and you've barely stopped shaking before the world spins and you're suddenly on your back with your arms all akimbo, the elf's hair falling into your face as he pushes his large body between your legs and slides the entirety of his cock inside of you in a single, shocking movement.
It steals the very wind from you, your breath is forced from you in a whine of overstimulated ecstasy as the Archdruid completely fills you, his thrusts powerful and unforgiving. Your eyes glaze over and you claw hopelessly at the grass, mouth open around hiccups of pleasure as you stare up at your lover—his own expression contorted with wicked desire, strands of his loose, long hair sticking to the sides of his sweaty face as he bites his lip and fucks you hard.
"Gods, look at you, covered in my seed, taking my cock like this—" Halsin grasps your chin in one hand, turning your head to the side and dragging his tongue along your cheek, cock pounding into your needy, dripping cunt as he licks the remainder of his cum off your skin, then he turns you back to face him and crushes his mouth to yours and you taste his release.
It has you feral, writhing against his body and splitting your thighs wider to get him as deep as possible until you're not sure where your skin ends and his begins—he's relentless, hips colliding against your arse with such force you know you'll bruise—but fuck, is it perfect, is it just all you need to tip right over the edge of a second climax.
Well, rather, be thrown to drown in it completely.
You have to break from his sloppy kiss to scream, the waves of your orgasm hitting you with such force that your vision goes completely white, cunt clenching, toes curling so tight you feel the beginnings of a cramp in one foot.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—it doesn't stop—he doesn't stop. Halsin pistons into you as you practically convulse beneath him, his own sounds slowly growing to match yours in volume until he finally buries himself as deep as he can inside you and comes with a yell that you're more than certain your party will hear back at camp. Stars flicker somewhere inside your head and you throw your arms around your beloved Archdruid, fingernails scoring flesh, wanting to clutch him close and push him away from you all at the same time. He grips at your thighs and ruts his cock even further, ensuring that not a single drop of his seed goes anywhere but your sopping cunt—you keen, mindless babble that sounds very close to the words 'breed' and 'me' pouring from your lips until you finally begin to calm down, your ragged breath perfectly in time with Halsin's own as he allows his weight to rest upon you.
By Silvanus, he's fucking heavy—
"My lungs are about to implode, dearest." You wheeze, whacking your hands uselessly at the elf's broad back.
Halsin laughs, his entire body rumbling as he shifts and rolls off of you, spreading on his back in the warm grass. He pushes his hair back out of his face and turns his head to look at you, flushed, sweaty and absolutely radiating with satisfaction as he shuffles back into your space just enough to drag you into a kiss. "You did so well." He purrs, giving up his lazy kisses in favour of just rubbing his lips all over your own.
"Oh, you didn't do too badly yourself." You hum, smile teasing as he pushes himself up and away from you with a grunt of effort, then slides himself down the bank and back into the river.
"How kind of you to say." Halsin grins, extending a hand to you. "Come now, let's get you cleaned up."
"I don't think I could move even if I wanted to." You whine, reaching out your arms and refusing to exert any other part of yourself. "Help."
Ah, you regret the word almost immediately.
Help you, your beloved Archdruid does—by grabbing your ankle and literally dragging you down the grass and submerging you under the cool water, laughter echoing through the forest as he does.