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The wizard paused in his contemplations, well perhaps less so a pause and more so hitting the back of what could be aptly described as a wall of muscle and vine. He had been wondering where he was led out to- too distracted of course with the thinking of the idea with their lonesome to do anything but follow blindly.
Halsin’s voice was rough on the invitation, large hand cupping his shoulder and leaning down to whisper a req- no, it was a demand. The way it spread through his form and settled in his gut, compelling him to respond with a dry swallow and nod, that was a demand he had no choice but to follow.
They ended up in the middle of… well no where, the city long lost it’s sounds and the forest blooming- a particular thought sprung up for him that if Halsin so wishes- Gale could be killed right there with no one suspecting the bett- well his orb would counterplay that, he could bargain for his life…
“Gale,” The voice cut through in the darkness, gaze shooting up to see the gentle brown eyes and strained smile, “I am glad you have decided to join me, I must say the way you continue to stare off in the distance concerns me however- is all alright in that head of yours?” The human nods, feeling his body shiver at the gentle shift from concern to disappointment.
“Words please, I need to hear you say it,” Gods the power there… He couldn’t help his reaction- the dampening his briefs and unsubtle twitch inside his gut.
“I simply am attempting to fill in the blanks of the information you have given me- it is none too suspicious that you lead me out here with no other information than, ‘follow me’,” He tries to smile, and it comes out the one of a young man who had just been rejected.
Yet surprisingly Halsin chuckles, pressing the same warm palms back to his shoulders and digging in just enough for Gale to feel the soreness form at the unused muscle. Gods he smelt so much better than usual, the scent of nature replaces with a musk of sweat and moss, strictly still natural; yet distinctly Halsin. He has to resist everything in him to not take in the smell with a matching whine of intensity.
“I thought you smart wizard, apparently not so in matters of the form- I am concerned your time in books have left you unable to tell the signs of someone who clearly wants you alone to ravish- unless I find myself mistaken that the feelings have no reciprocation? The arousal burning in your gut is for another?” He couldn’t help himself, palms starting to dampen as he clenches his robes and forces his knees together. Fuck, was he always able to tell? The side long glances and dry chuckles? The way his palm pressed tight to his trousers after Halsin sent him away with a renewed and healed vigor? He had been told he was exceptionally obvious by previous partners… but truly so? Not so much as a passing joke for reciprocity? Yet the cold shame was unable to even dampen the roiling flame burnt inside him.
“I uhm- well perhaps yes, I do- I don’t think there is anyone who can look at you and find you unattractive; well of course except for the obvious- but nevermind that, we are talking about me. Gale does find you desireful… Very much so- ravishing however is a newfound thing… That was the point of taking me out here?” He knew he had stumbled over his own words- but he was caught off guard, he needed time to recuperate, to get control over the words and the situation.
“Gale,” His voice comes a low growl, utterly throwing the wizard off guard, “I realize my mistake of letting you ramble now, use your words, but less- would you want this; want me?” Halsin has age behind him- years of knowledge to know if someone is stalling a request. Yet with all this knowledge he still desires to hear the answer he already knows is true? Gods why does that make his body tingle.
“I do- I desire this… Please,” He adds it on the end- not thinking, but truly relishing the moan and squeeze it tears from Halsin. The man’s hands move up, thumb hooking beneath the bearded chin and pulling up to assure no more looking away,
“Excellent Gale, truly you are a work of art,” The elf dives in, pressing his mouth to his in a clashing of teeth- quickly evolving to tongue as the druid holds back from devouring him whole. Gale freezes, holding onto the wrists and letting Halsin lead- knowing it has been much too long since he last did this and his skills must be faulty with a man as talented as Halsin.
“I need you to do more Gale- do not sit by from your own fear; let yourself please and be pleased,” The larger man pulls back, rubbing his smooth face against the wizard’s slightly slickened beard and thick curls.
“Halsi-” He’s stopped quickly by the snap next to his ear, hand forcing him closer and flush to feel the length against his gut.
“If you desire this to come easily, do not say my name like that- i fear my resolve in this state…” Another snap, followed quickly with a drawn out moan and continued rubbing against his face- similar to a dog seeing his master after a long day away… What state?
“I do request we take a momentary pause if you will?” The words struggled to get out between his puffy lips and sore jaw, “What… state? Simple arousal does this to you?” Halsin lets out a horse-like chuff before pulling away; still assuring his hands clutched the man close. The hazel eyes focus intently on him, pupils dilated and breath as heavy as the cock against Gale.
“Right, I do think I rushed it a moment there…” He looks away, and shakes his head, moving back to look at Gale with a gentle kiss to the sweat dappled forehead, “I wanted to do this before it became… necessary, but it seems the stress of it all has finally forced natural instincts to catch up with me; I need you Gale. I need you to fulfill the yearning my body forces upon me; please,” He lets out a keen, chest heaving against the wizard’s own as he awaits for the inevitable questioning.
“That is… not quite an answer Halsin, you aren’t perhaps suggesting…” He flushes, attempting to move away and yet Halsin’s grip stops him- Gods he had only heard in stories and exhibiting in non-humanoids, not an elven druid…
“Yes, it is… uncontrollable- It took pause with the stress of the grove, and yet now I find myself in such desirable company; I can no longer resist it for what it is… What some call a rut, we can call it Silvanus’ gift to breed, to spread and sow the seed along to take care our place in nature,” His bottom lip curls back, the expression not meeting Halsin’s eyes as he continues to drink in the disheveledness of Gale., “Will you still have me? Even in the state of myself?” The thumb moves up to press ever so gently against the bottom lip of Gale, a feather away from pressing eagerly between his lips.
Gale paused, listening to his body’s urges, all that scream for Halsin to take him- then listening and more importantly, seeing, Halsin’s need. The elf was flush to him, tall as ever and somehow even more imposing than usual. His scent was somehow stronger than before- well of course it would be stronger, but changed? Yes… Changed, more enticing- less rough on the nose at first sniff and just as dizzying. Fuck how can he concentrate on decisions with this mindnumbing smell and pressure against him. Not to mention the cock that settles onto his upper abdomen and twitches against his chest; even able to be felt through two layers of fabric.
Gale could almost imagine how wet it would be… dark tipped and eager as the veins throb- Gods how veiny would Halsin be? How textured would it be inside him? Even if he could take it in his mouth how would he not gag from the overwhelming scent alone?
“By Silvanus wizard, an answer would do instead of delving deeper into that mind of yours,” The thumb fully slips in- pressing against his tongue and calluses adding the very necessary texture to suck if he so desire. Fuck Gale don’t think about that, don’t think about the way it would slide over his tongue and move back enough to make him gag, not the way he could be forced to his knees and to release from just something so simple as someone fucking his mouth with a finger…
So he nods- quite eagerly that is, even being as bold as to stick his tongue out and welcome Halsin in further- quickly being rewarded by an approving smile and huff, fingers curling over his chin and thumb digging into his maw.
He bemoans the removal of the paw from his lower back, relishing in the way he felt so small and held… Yet he realizes the exceptional thing soon to come- the fore digits stuck beneath the front of his pants and dragged down quick enough for his cock to bob back up and slap against the bear’s wrist.
Fuck… It was cold- no, wet? He couldn’t tell before the hand moves to squeeze the base and slide up to caress the tip with a single fingerpad. Shamefully his cock twitched- leaking against the tan skin as the elf toys with the pulled back skin over his head.
“Shake your head to stop, nod to continue,” He adjusts his thumb, dragging back up to make eye contact with the eagerly nodding Gale before pressing a kiss to the hooked nose and gently forcing his thumb far enough to watch the throat bob and flex.
“Such a good boy,” Another twitch, darker hands latching against the large wrist, “Will you continue to be one for me? Let me hold you while you find pleasure?” He groans at the next nod, hand sliding back down the cock and starting to pump.
The wizard attempted to let out a mewl, quickly dying as he swallowed around the thumb- hoping the drool hadn’t slipped out in the process. All he got in return was another pet against his throat and a harder pump, squeezing gently around his head before moving back downwards to press his index finger against his frenulum to tease- something the wizard had never experienced before… Gods.
His knees felt weak, thighs trembling to hold him up beneath the work of unique pleasure and general exhaustion after a day of walking round a city. If Halsin noticed, he didn’t respond, if anything he sped up, digging deeper and thrusting against Gale’s abdomen. Fuck it feels good to be grinded against like a toy… Used like this despite the pleasure he’s being given- he no longer remained curious as to why individuals flock to him like so, well he was never curious… but still, it satisfied the mi- oh! The fingers on his chin move to cup his nape- barely tugging the corners of his mouth as his longest digit laid against the scalp and thumb kept firmly inside.
The hand on his cock stops- distracting him the most as his hips thrust weakly into the air in seek of that tight grip, “Patience cub,” The elf murmurs before cupping his ass, unable to help himself to not pressing a finger to the rim and squeeze the rest of the cheek. Goddess would he have to use a grease spell? Surely it wouldn't fit without it…
Then he growled- shocking Gale from his thoughts of being fingered, and instead hoisting him up and tearing down the bunched robes around his ankles, keeping the man wrapped around his waist while moving to find a suitable place to lay him against- or perhaps on? In the meanwhile Halsin keeps a firm grip on his ass, almost kneading the large palm as each step jostles the two.
He couldn’t handle it, he needed to see it- feel it against him… So he did his best to scratch at the leather bands and attempt to tear off- barely successful when he feels the slick tip against his fingertips, still unable to see anything but the sliver of slickened dark brown.
“Patience, as I said,” Halsin seems to be loosing his own patience, finding the best tree he could and holding Gale up to it before burying his face into the likely sweaty throat of Gale. The wizard is still barely able to look around- but he does catch a rock nearby that looked like it could have been… well, a smidgen more comfortable than bark inside his unmentionables and curls.
“Halshin…” He attempts to speak out, the elf still buried in his throat and busying himself with panting and breathing in the mingling smells of tree and Gale. Surely something interesting?
“Halshin-” He gets louder, coughing and biting down on the thumb, attempting to kick when the bear once more doesn’t react- clamping down his teeth could actually be a reaction; forcing out a moan is also one. Yet it isn't the reaction Gale was searching for, especially not when he uses the anal leverage to press their cocks together and nudge until Gale wraps his legs around him.
At least this feels exceptional, the large bulge rutting against the base of his cock and textured fabric surprisingly pleasing despite his sensitivity. The wizard wraps his hands around the large shoulders, attempting to find himself leverage as the suckle of a druid against the racehorse pulse of his throat sends the man to be limp once more. It seems Halsin does have some thinking, him pulling out the thumb to replace it with his fore fingers to thrust down the gullet as gentle a bear in rut could. Fuck he loves this… He couldn’t possibly take the monster inside his maw yet… but He could imagine using the thick fingers against the back of his tongue.
He was unable to moan now, sounds endlessly trapped in his chest as he squirmed and thrust his ass against the larger man’s thighs, “My, my, my,” Gale barely registered the sound, unable to turn his head at whomever pervaded within their… frotting.
The steps closer were unable to be heard over the snorting and rutting mess between them- slick sounds of throat fucking, leather against cock, ass against tree… Not to mention how Gods damned loud Halsin could be with him. Twas no surprise someone had heard- but he still… Oh fuck.
There was the sound of fabric cut, the quick pull away of pants, and the very needed heat of a heavy cock against his own- the length completely encompassing him to dribble on his belly.
“Made it easier for you two hm? He offered earlier, I hadn’t expected him to go to you upon my rejection however…” The voi- Astarion tutted gently, moving to press the startlingly cold hands into the soft pouche of Gale’s hips; squeezing until he heard the whimper torn from Gale.
Gale shook his head- attempting to until Halsin’s finger slipped and gagged him, throat spasming as he attempted to breath for a moment. He could feel the elf whisper and soothe the throat, licking over the apple and pausing his thrusting until Gale could let out a sound without gasping rasp.
“Aw, already gagging for me? I knew you were something of a slut, but not so well you would so willingly let this beast take you in a rut…” The hands move up to grasp at Halsin’s wrist, tugging until the druid cupped his thigh instead of the furry ass.
“Mmm, an excellent view, not nearly stretched enough though… a perfect whore is always prepared, no?” Gale attempted to squeak as the long nail prods his now spread cheeks, Halsin squeezing and wrapping- well attempting- to lay Gale’s knee over his shoulder.
“Shh my heart, he is right… You need to prepare for me properly… I wouldn’t want to break you,” Halsin hushes him once more, kissing down his clavicle before tilting up his chin with a brought around thumb to better lay his fingers over the shivering tongue.
“Hnuh?” His voice is muffled, unable to move his jaw with the bear’s grip- weak as he feels slick pour over their cocks and sleep top torn off him as well, abandoned to the side or stuffed in Astarion’s trousers somehow… Gods anyways-
“Don’t stop on my account… keep moving you big beast…” He could hear the slap of skin on skin- then the sudden quick thrust against his cock- fuck he had never rubbed with another man like this… the feeling of his warmth intertwining with Gale’s own… If only he could just…
Goddess, he was able to bring his hand down just enough to grind the palm of his heel against Halsin’s base and wrap around to ghost over his entirety. He may not be able to grasp, but he can stroke over and feel the movements of Halsin’s cock- almost as if it was breathing against him; twitches and leaking to create an even bigger mess against the dark curls on his abdomen.
“Look at the little pup, making himself out to be an even bigger whore,” He wasn’t able to see where the white haired man had gone, he had stayed as silent as usual in his inspections- but it seemed as though he was right behind… Oh- oh.
The nail comes back to prodding, warmer and slick as it moves up the crack to press the pad to his puckered rim. Astarion rubs a few times, letting him open just enough to jam the longest finger inside- a sudden moment that forced the muscles to spasm and a choking burn to form in his chest.
“Gods you are so warm… nice and tight for me, I wonder if you’ve ever done this before Gale, or did you let Mystra prepare her favorite slut for a night of enjoyment…” He let out a whimper- quickly soothed by a heated druidic kiss and large hand to lay over his own, squeezing down the shaft and forcing his ass to twitch once more. Fuck… Gods it had been so long since he had fingered himself… and his fingers were thicker- but not nearly as long, not nearly as long with how the pale fingerpad presses right against his prostate with a single curl.
“Oh! That was a reaction… It barely twitched with how small it is beneath him,” A nail runs over the tip of his cock, threatening to dig in before tapping and pulling away with beads of slick draping up his chest, “I would wonder how that feels around me, but I have dranken much too little blood and I fear our druid may just topple over if there’s any less in that head of his- it’s all in that thick cock that’s about to slip in your whorish hole after all…” The vampire pressed against his prostate once more, rolling his finger over before pressing to relish in the flutter and instinctual tightness inside him.
He couldn’t moan, tongue still trapped and drool starting to form in the corners of his mouth… Fuck it was as if Halsin could read his thoughts, the elf moving up to lick at the saliva and lick the inside of Gale’s trapped maw. The fingers remained still finally, but still weighed him down enough to be unable to speak- or moan more importantly… There was of course to tell desire in other ways… With how his dick incessantly pours out and forces a squelch with every dual thrust- the tightening abdomen felt even through layers of fat, drool forming against his fingers and threatening to waste if Halsin didn’t lick up every part of him… Gods he could only grimace to think of the rest of him wasted since Halsin was unable to truly ravish.
“Be careful darling, I think our little wizard is close… The pretty hole of his is tightening something fierce…” The vampire once more chuckled, pressing his face to the tan shoulder before deciding to slather more on his rim- pulling back and moving to thrust in a secondary finger; another gargled moan. Fuck he was right… He felt himself jumping with Halsin’s tighter grip, arching as much he could with both men’s grip as Astarion decides to torture him as well- pressing firmly against the button just until he felt himself toppling, then moving in for the kill and kneading cruelly; gently scraping his teeth over the shoulder as Halsin does the same to his throat- forcing a squeal from his chest and cock to spill over his chest- barely hitting his beard before splattering his tits in painting of white. Gods they weren’t stopping- they kept on stroking and fucking his prostate, he was barely able to tell the difference when Astarion bit down on the fat cusp where his arm folds, starting to suckle and spread the paralytic as another dribbling orgasm is drawn out to muss his stomach further.
Halsin withdrew his fingers, letting out a deep growl as he watched Gale’s slobber pour out his puffy lips and slicken his chin with something clear. He doesn’t lick this one up, watching and squeezing to see more come out- anything… please… He barely notices the blinking gasps as Gale chokes down a sob- Astarion attempting to drag out another orgasm- well the first dry one, third total, but the wizard doesn’t care for semantics as he would usual… This was too important to focus on anything but the way his gut coils.
“Astarion-” Gods he’s not stopping, moving somewhat faster as he pulls away from the disgusting - yet sensual tasting- feast of Gale.
“The slut still has a voice? I suppose he can take another,” He could feel the smile growing against his skin, teeth scraping over before digging inside and drawing a significantly less powerful peak- a peak nonetheless, sending Gale into a babbling mess as his throat began to burn from something other than fingers.
Hazel eyes continued to study him, using the large thumb to clean up his lips and press back into his mouth, dragging down over the chin to tangle with cum. He was sure the taste would be bitter- if not from the man’s diet, but orb instead, so of course the wizard gets first taste; scraping his fingerpad over the tip of the human’s tongue only to relish in the weak gag it provokes.
“You have done so well my heart… Just a little further and we- I may lavish you in what you deserve, for now all I ask is you endure…” He leans in to kiss the fluttering eyelids, frowning at the tears forming from the vampire’s continued torture, “Astarion… Calm yourself,” He mumbles and brings the hand off his cock to press his knuckles into the pale clavicle- tutting gently at the pained moan Gale lets out.
“Ugh fine, but just let me…” Astarion starts to scissor, moving his fingers down to stretch widest at the rim; cooing at the whimpers from the likely burn in the human’s ass. Such a pretty little thing… Spread cheeks with slick pouring out, he’ll need more, no?
So the elf ever so selflessly provides, lathering his crack and fingers before huffing and deciding to press the jar directly to his rim and start to press inside- squeezing until the wizard let out a hiccup and jamming his fingers back inside to hold it.
“You’d better be used to it, I’m sure a druid with such… virility can fill you much more than a squeeze of grease, no?” To accentuate the point, he moved to squeeze one of the low hanging balls, kneading until a gentle stripe of barely translucent white striped with Gale’s significantly thicker spread.
“Astarion,” He snapped gently, teeth gnashing an inch away from Gale’s throat, Gods…
“Shush, look, I’m done now- you two can go back to your rutting and I will simply enough enjoy the show, come, come,” The pale hand previously cups Gale’s tailbone, keeping the finger tight to his rim as Gale gets hoisted up enough for Halsin to slide himself between the lifted thigh and curl up around the spread cheeks.
“By Silvanus Gale… You are so warm…” Gale watched the man’s brow furrow as his hips falter- attempting to thrust and only failing from self control… Gods he looked so undone like this- debauched with slack jaw and blown out pupils. He looked to his limit, ready to burst at the slightest touch- or squeeze…
And squeeze Gale did, Astarion guided the thick head just to the rim of his ass- forcing it inside with only a smidgen slick dripping out; if anything making it all the worse for Halsin to think himself sinking deep into a tight little pussy. Gale is so warm… body clenched around him and leaking out around… The only thing stopping Halsin form thrusting inside was the tight grip on his shaft with thin fingers holding it still.
“Patience… you don’t want to snap the whore in half, no? Calm yourself and make it nice…” With that the cold hands pull away with a gentle pat to his lower back and nails raking over the tan cheek- finally keeping to himself as the man finds his way to the rock and watch; palm gently rubbing over the obnoxious bulge in the tight pants.
Halsin huffed in the wizard’s ear, acting like a horse ready to mount as he slowly inches his cock in- well, centimeters more like; listening to the keens of the stretched and stretching wizard to tell if he should calm himself or move faster. Gods Gale could barely handle the first few moments, head slipping in feeling like immeasurable heat spoiling his guts and then the burning pain replaced it.
The internal slick assisted certainly, dribbling down the thick head with every spasm of the man’s rim, all making Halsin’s desire to sink it in further worse… It had been too long since he was able to breed- to sink inside something and rut until he could spread his seed… Yet this is no cunt- no natural stretch… he had to be careful… but not when Gale moaned so sweetly and clung his nails into the elf’s biceps…
“My heart… I am unable to resist when you-” He growled at the moan of his name, Gale’s tone lilting with the second syllable, “Silvanus protect me, I am sorry,” Halsin pressed himself flush to Gale on the tree, sinking his cock inside with a final thrust- kissing away Gale’s tears at the sudden intensity.
He had the wherewithal to not rut immediately, feeling the spent cock twitch against him and stuttering breaths of Gale. Gods his head slumped gently onto Halsin’s shoulder, panting weakly and drooling down his back.
“Goddess I didn’t think I was flexible enough… It- I…”He mewls, squeezing tight around Halsin enough to dampen the rest of him and drip over the grass.
“Seems you are the little whore… Did Mystra ever fold you like this? Stretch out those flabby thighs to please her needs? I’m sure that’s why you cum so easily, she never could touch that ugly cock of yours and instead change it inside her little pleasure domes,” Astarion coos, watching the show with a bitten lip and cock trapped inside his pants.
“Mnh,” The wizard attempts to retort, gasping against him and thrusting against Halsin’s soft abdomen- cock only half hard and more than likely overstimulated… but something about the way the vampire says these things makes him… Goddess preserve him.
Halsin growls at Astarion and starts moving gently, closing his eyes and kissing against the damp and palpating throat- relishing in the feeling of trapped prey beneath him… The way his teeth sharpen and move to press into- No. Halsin, control yourself, no matter how good it would feel to sink into his most primal form and rump into this pretty wizard… Fuck he could feel his nails grow in and sink against the soft plush and rough bark…
“Aww look how you both have been absolutely wrecked by some cock alone… Wizard you better start using that mouth of yours to turn him away- seems like he’s so close to swallowing. You. up,” The vampire cackles, undoing his leather and letting the heated part of him press against the taut skin of his abdomen- arms relaxed back and letting it bob in the air.
“Astarion,” The beast growls out, body tense and only getting worse as Gale continues to scrabble and fuck himself on the thick cock inside him, “Do you wish to be next on the menu if so?” He snaps to look at him, an immediate mistake as he felt his thighs tremble and base build in girth- tension growing and growing as he attempts to hold back the impending orgasm.
Gale mewls gently, legs tensing and mouth turning aghast as he felt his hole get stretched once more, can bears even knot like this? Gods fuck….
He felt his throat burn from the moan, hiccuping gasps to follow as he felt his guts become filled with the thick ropes of spunk unloading from the favored druid. He was unable to focus his eyes, the brown turning wet with tears as he felt large paws hold him much too tight and hips forcing the growing knot until it pops inside with another round of release.
“No, no, no, no, n-ho,” He babbles, clenching tight until his nails scrape against the muscular bicep and cock gently leaks against both their chests. He could barely hear the wet slapping near to them, gasping rasps as Halsin continues to chuff and jam himself flush- already fully unloaded, but unable to stop continuing in the chase of the sinking inside.
Halsin started to pant, not releasing his grasp as he buries his nose deep into the apex of his musk, gently purring in a graveled tone while soothing with nuzzles, “Shush my heart… You have done so well for me, just hold on a moment longer, feel how you’ve been filled with my desire, you cannot carry it on- but for a moment allow me to feel this with you,” He listened, relishing in the continued quick beats before attempting to move them both to sit down- adjusting the leg over his shoulder to rest on his hip and keep the man in his lap; gently keeping the other’s shoulders against the tree to lean back against.
“There we go… relax…” He moved his hand to push back the stray curls, letting the damp hair stay flat to his head as Halsin moves to kiss gently over the flushed forehead, “Too much?” His ears twitch at the gasp close by, ignoring it to focus on the lidded gaze of the wizard.
“A…” He whined, clenching again at the gentle palm rubbing on his stuffed abdomen, “A tad… Just- how long?” He interrupts himself, leaning back fully against the tree and wincing to clean himself up. His hand comes away tacky, eyes cut at the amount he spilt over himself and inability to verbalize the spell needed to clean himself up.
“...focus on yourself for now, think about how good you felt, how nice it would be to be prepared for it properly next time…” He smiles and holds him close for a half hug, kissing and nuzzling the cusp of his ear before giving him space.
“Perhaps… we take an exceptionally long pause before the next bout of rutting… Gods no matter how good it feels…” He lets out a mewl, rim tightening as Halsin’s cock moves to hit his prostate in a gentle twitch.
“I would agree only if you weren’t such a work of art to see lost like this… and your scent as well- I can practically taste your desire my heart,” Gale flushes at Halsin’s chuckle, sighing with a nod before kneading his chest gently, “But no- no more… even despite it all,” He chastises, taking away the palm and licking it clean- another twitch.
“This little fluff show of yours is ruining my impending orgasm you know, I thought I was in for a treat, and yet all I see is something so sickeningly saccharine even Karlach would gag,” They turn to look at the pale elf, perfectly illuminated by the strip of moonlight passing through the trees and glittering off the beads of his exposed tip.
At least he got a weak moan out of them both, Gale wincing at the twitch once more against his prostate and tightening of his gut.
“Uh huh… there we go… Keep looking like that… just a moment longer… please-” He wrapped his palm against the base of his cock once more, squeezing and thrusting up into his slickened hand.
Ears droop and jaw slack, blood trickling out the corner of his mouth as small pants and gasps escape with each bob of his pallid throat- Gods its beautiful the way his curls become undone and flop over his face, slim thighs tightening as his balls visibly clench with the stuttering bucks. The vampire closes his eyes, letting a quick gasp tear through him as gentle spurts blow out and splatter against the stone and grass- Gods damned his aim…
“See,” He lets himself quiver, relaxing back against the flat rock and letting his cock limply lay over the smooth thigh, “That is a show… no hiding or pretty words, just all appeal,” He winks, relishing in the grit teeth of Halsin and sad eyes of Gale- who so eagerly wishes to touch, but remains stuck fast on the fat knot.
“Hm perhaps next time I should do it over that face of yours, let the bear lick it off and fill you up again; shame,” He does however throw a rag to the two, sitting up just to watch the cleanup with a cruel smile.