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"Are you sure?" he asked, his throat feeling a little tight as she slipped his shirt from his shoulders. Once his arms were free from his sleeves, he grasped the curve of her backside and gave her a squeeze. "I could conjure up anything you could possibly dream of. We could go anywhere, do whatever your heart desires." |
"Whatever my heart desires, huh?" she asked, something mischievous sneaking past the lust in her eyes. As she leaned close to his ear, he felt her hand reach between them and undo the buttons of his trousers. "In that case, why don’t we take off the rest of our clothes," she said as her fingers ghosted over his erection through his briefs. |
He pressed himself into her palm. "I thought that much was a given." |
"Then," she said and nipped his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine as she started to stroke him, "I want you to sit back and relax while I suck your cock." |
Gale nearly choked on his tongue. |
That couldn’t honestly be the first thing on her mind. Could it? |
Out of all the things he expected to come out of Sarana’s mouth, what she just suggested wasn’t even close to the top of the list. It wasn’t even in the top ten. |
He cleared his throat. "Surely there are other things you’d want to do." |
"Of course there are," she said as she kissed down his neck, nipping at him in a way that would definitely leave a mark. "But I’ve been thinking about this in particular for a long time." |
Before he could figure out how to reply, Sarana removed the rest of her top and slipped out of her tight leggings, baring herself completely to him. With a sultry grin, she lowered herself to the floor between his knees. |
Big blue eyes looked up at him so sweetly as she hooked her fingers into the waistband on his briefs. Gale lifted his hips, allowing her to tug his pants and briefs off of him, freeing his cock. It bounced just inches from her face, hard, thick, and desperate. |
"Sarana," Gale said, at a loss for words for the second time that evening. Part of him wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to do that. That her pleasure was more important than his own. It had been so long since he had been pleasured in such a way, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted— |
That thought stopped in its tracks the moment he felt her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. Then her tongue flitted over the tip, tasting him, and his body nearly jerked in response. Her hot breath fanned across the tip of his shaft. "Gods, you’re gorgeous," she said as she held him in her hands, admiring him for a moment before meeting his probably lust-filled gaze. "Let me take care of you." |
The gentleman in him warred with his baser urges. The gentleman would take things slower. The gentleman would take care of her needs first. Yet, the gentleman also could never have imagined the sight before him — Sarana kneeling between his legs, her blonde hair cascading down her back in golden waves, and her hand wrapped lovingly around his cock. |
The gentleman could piss the Hells off. |
Gale threaded his fingers through her hair and guided her closer. "I suppose I can indulge you," he said and summoned a spectral hand. "So long as you don’t mind if I take care of you as well." |
"Careful, Gale," Sarana said and licked him again, teasing him. "You’ll spoil me." |
He nearly lost his concentration on the spectral hand when her lips closed around the head of his cock, sucking lightly. His head fell back against the armchair as she took him further into her mouth with an edacious moan. |
For a moment, not a single thought entered his mind. It was just the sensation of her warm, wet mouth sliding up and down his length, the gentle way she caressed his balls. And that view. The sight of her on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock while she gazed up at him adoringly. Like there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be. |
The spectral hand coasted down the curves of her body with a feather light touch. Gale couldn’t feel what the hand felt, but he could control it as if it were his own. When the spectral hand dipped between her legs, Sarana moaned around his cock as the hand fingered her. Closing her eyes, she rocked into the motion. |
"Fuck," Gale hissed. His fingers tightened in her hair as he lifted his hips, urging her to take him deeper as the spectral hand picked up speed. |
Sarana whined around his length, but she took him beautifully. The movement of her hips started to grow erratic as she fucked the spectral hand, and he cupped the back of her head as if to steady her. "That’s it," he whispered as he forced himself further into her mouth. "Just a little more." |
She relaxed her jaw as his cock slid along the length of her tongue. Deeper and deeper. Her eyes began to water and she looked up at him adoringly even as the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat. But she didn’t pull back. If anything, it seemed to turn her by the way her hips were moving faster. |
"Look at you," he said as she took him to the hilt. "You’re so damn perfect." |
That little bit of praise seemed to send her right over the edge. She moaned around his solid length, riding out her orgasm even as she continued to suck him. It was too much. It took everything he had not to come right then and there. |
He slipped his cock from her eager mouth before he could unload down her throat. She stared up at him with her reddened lips, her eyes dark with lust as she ran her hands along his thighs. |
With his fist still in her hair, Gale tilted her head back and crushed his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss. He wasn’t sure where the bit of roughness had come from, but Sarana seemed to enjoy it. Maybe she was a little more Githyanki than either of them originally thought. |
"Get on the bed," he ordered and nipped her lower lip. |
Her lips brushed against his when she spoke. "Yes, Sir." |
If Gale thought he couldn’t get any more aroused, those two words had proved him wrong. His cock twitched, eager for more attention as Sarana strutted over to the edge of the bed. Leaning back slightly when she sat, she spread her thighs, watching him beneath her thick lashes. Then she dragged a fingertip through her folds, looking at him as if to say "What are you waiting for?’ |
Sarana was his. After all that time pining over her, believing she was with another man, she was finally his. It was like she flipped some sort of switch in her brain. She might have called him "Sir’, but the gentleman in him was long gone. The man that took his place knew only carnal desire and possession. That man wanted nothing more than to claim her in the most primal way. |
He stalked over to her slowly, his eyes locked on where she touched herself. With just a thought, the spectral hand gathered both of her wrists together in a tight grip. He took her jaw in his hand and kissed her softly, trying to convey something. What that something was, he didn’t quite know. Perhaps he just wanted to assure her that she was still precious to him, even if he was being a little rougher than he normally was. |
But he liked it. Dominating her. Having her at his whims. How she so willingly placed herself under his control. |
He liked it a lot. And she clearly liked it too. |
Smiling into the kiss, Sarana arched her back so her stiff nipples brushed against his chest. "How do you want me, Sir?" |
"Bend over," he said, his voice sounding almost like a growl and completely unfamiliar to his own ears. |
Obediently, she did exactly as he asked. The spectral hand yanked her forward until her top half was against the bed with her ass in the air. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal. With her face pressed against the bed, she tossed her hair over her shoulder so she could watch him from the corner of her eye. |
He gripped her upper thighs, spreading her wider. Then his hands coasted up the curve of her asscheeks, massaging the firm flesh. There was a sudden desire to mark her skin, to claim her in some private way that only he knew about. He dropped to his knees and gently nipped the junction between her ass and her thigh, making her jump. |
"Aren’t you a pretty sight," Gale murmured, nibbling around the curve of her ass as she trembled with need. When he reached her center, he inhaled her scent like a bloody animal before he buried his tongue in her cunt. |
Sarana gasped as he fucked her with his mouth. "Oh my gods," she said as he flicked his tongue over her clit. He spread her wider before devouring her again, alternating between licking and spearing her until she was a shaking mess. "Fuck, I’m going to come." |
A soft cry tore from her lips as he drank in her orgasm. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive to the slightest touch she nearly screamed when he dragged his fingers through her folds as he stood behind her. |
Her pussy was still pulsing when his fingers slipped inside her. "Was that too much?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Or is there more I can do for you?" |
"More, Sir," she whined. "Please." |
"You’ll have to tell me what you want." |
"You," she said as she squirmed on his hand. She tilted her hips up, desperate for something bigger than just his fingers. "I want you in me." |
Gale withdrew his fingers. "What was that?" he asked and gripped his length in his hands, but didn’t touch her yet. "I’m not sure I heard you." |
"Sir." She tried to rock back, searching for him, but he gripped her hips and held her still. "I want your cock, Sir. Please." |
"Well," he said and notched himself against her entrance. "Since you asked so nicely." |
With his hands on her hips, he held her still. Then he slowly eased his way into her, savoring the sight of her taking every inch of his cock. |
A breathless "yes" passed Sarana’s lips once he sank into her completely, and she tried to shove herself back against him with need. She writhed helplessly around his solid length with a whine. |
Gale groaned at the way she felt around him. So tight and warm and slick. "You take me so well," he said with a shallow thrust. "Do you want me to be gentle or — " |
"Rough, Sir" she said. "As hard as you can. We can be gentle later." |
In all of his fantasies involving Sarana, he never imagined taking her like this. He imagined candlelit dinners and making love in the Weave or in a bed covered in rose petals. It should have been romantic. He should have done it right for her. |
Yet, none of that mattered. He didn’t need to impress her. He didn’t need to put on a show. Sarana wanted him; no magic required. |
Well... mostly. She certainly didn’t seem to object to the spectral hand, but that was beside the point. Sarana liked him just as he was. Not as a wizard or as a prodigy or for the things he could do with the Weave, but as a man. And that meant the world to him. She meant the world to him. |
The spectral hand kept her wrists pinned to the bed, holding her in place as Gale pulled out almost completely. Sarana whined and wiggled her hips, desperately trying to get him deeper. |
Gale’s fingers dug into her hip bones and he plunged back into her so hard that the bed shifted. A pleasured moan ripped from Sarana’s throat as she tilted her hips to meet him. Her breath came in harsh pants as he slammed into her over and over again. |
Sweat slicked down their bodies, making it easy for his hands to slide over her. He leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck as his hand found her breasts. As his thrusts became slower he could feel her hot cunt clenching around her. She was so close. Each moan she made, each breath she took, grew closer and closer together. |
When his fingers found her clit, her whole body tensed as her walls gripped his cock. Sarana trembled as another orgasm tore through her, her cunt fluttering around him as she moaned his name. |
His own muscles grew tight as he slammed into her. Firm, steady movements quickly became rough and erratic. With two more bruising thrusts, his hips snapping around the curve of her ass, he groaned as he found his release. Her pussy pulsed around his length as he spilled inside her. |
With just a thought, he dismissed the spectral hand and freed Sarana’s wrists. He flipped her over, needing to be face to face with her. To make sure she was okay. "I wasn’t too rough, was I?" |
"You were perfect." She smiled up at him. Bright, beautiful, and full of love in her eyes. It was the way she had always looked at him, but now he saw that warm gaze in a whole new light. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing his still firm length against her core as she looped her arms around his neck. |
Gale brushed a strand of hair away from her face as he grinned back at her. He pressed his forehead to hers. "Stay with me tonight?" he asked as his hands cupped her face, stroking the black markings that dotted her cheeks. |
"I’ll stay with you as long as you’ll have me," she replied and pressed her lips softly against his. |
Then she made a faint whining sound, a sound that she made when she was unsure or embarrassed. Sarana looked away toward the wicker basket that still sat on the table, full of untouched food. |
"Is there something wrong?" Gale held her chin between his fingers, turning her attention back on him. |
Sarana bit her lower lip. "That... uhm. That wasn’t too much too soon, was it?" she asked, her voice small as her eyes looked anywhere but at him. "I feel like we should have at least gone out to dinner first but I — " she chuckled and played with the hair at the nape of his neck " — I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time." |
"I’ve been wanting that for a long time too," he said and her eyes finally settled back on him. "As for dinner, well, you tried but we failed colossally on that front. Besides, I don’t think I would have made it to dessert before I’d try to get you alone." |
Sarana laughed. "I don’t think I would have made it past the appetizers." |
"How about this," Gale said and kissed the corner of her jaw. "Let’s wash up, have some dinner, and then I’ll take you to breakfast tomorrow morning. There’s a great restaurant that overlooks the water and I heard they have some of the best coffee in the city." |
She cupped his cheek and brought his mouth to hers. "It sounds like a date." |
Waking up with Sarana in his arms was a feeling Gale wouldn’t trade for all the riches in the world. He hugged her close, her back to his front, his cock already thick and hard against the curve of her backside from the moment he woke up. Sarana tilted her hips back in invitation, and he slid into her welcoming heat. |
He rocked into her with steady, unhurried strokes. His fingers rubbed lazy circles around her clit as he kissed her neck. It wasn’t long before her breath quickened as she came around him, and his release followed behind shortly after. |
Yes. Waking up with Sarana was something he could definitely get used to. |
Although he would have loved to have stayed in bed with her all morning, reality awaited just outside the door. Mindflayers, demons, the Absolute, the damn tadpole that was still lodged in their heads. But still, it was nice to pretend for a while that it was just the two of them and the rest of the world didn’t exist. |
Somehow, with great effort, they both managed to get dressed again and made themselves presentable. Or, at the very least, tried to make it so it wasn’t obvious to everyone that they had spent the last twelve hours in bed, only seven of which were spent sleeping. They both had slight dark circles under their eyes but that seemed to be the worst of it. |
Once they were out of the bedroom, Sarana leaned close to Gale as they made their way down to the first floor of the tavern. "Do you think we should tell people about us?" she asked. |
The question made him smile. Us. Him and her together. He could still scarcely believe it. How everything had happened for them to finally be together. Separated by a stupid misunderstanding. |
"I wouldn’t worry about that," Gale said and placed his hand on the small of her back. "They’ll all find out in their own — " |
The moment they reached the main room of the tavern, Astarion greeted them with a knowing, shit-eating, grin. "Well good morning," he drawled as he leaned his elbows on the table where he was seated, resting his chin atop his folded hands. "You two look like you slept well." |
Jaheira scoffed into her coffee. "Looks like they haven’t slept at all." |
"Stay up late having fun, did you?" Minsc added without bothering to look up from feeding Boo a carrot. "Not to worry. Minsc heard not a peep!" |
Knowing Minsc, that statement could either mean he actually heard nothing at all, or he heard everything. His face did not give the answer away, and Gale was afraid to ask for clarification. |
Just as Sarana’s face was turning from gold to a lovely shade of scarlet, Jaheira rolled her eyes and said, "Walls are thick. We didn’t hear anything." |
Sarana did not seem completely assured by Jaheira’s words as she took a step back towards the stairs. "You know what," she said with a sheepish laugh. "I forgot my shopping basket upstairs. I’m going to go get that really quick." |
As much as Gale wanted to pull her into a hug, to assure her they had nothing to be embarrassed about, he let her go. If she needed a moment to breathe, then who was he to stop her? "While you’re up there, can you grab the green book from my dresser?" he asked. "I need to return it to the library." |
"Yes, Sir," Sarana said and darted up the stairs. |
Heat rose up Gale’s neck and Astarion choked on his drink. |
Oh, he wouldn’t hear the end of that any time soon. |
Thump. Thump. Thump. |
Amaryllis" tail was like a lead weight against the bed. Frustrated, that felt like the correct word though it felt foreign in their mouth without a correct target. Frustrated for arriving by ship in Waterdeep so late that their trunks of clothes were left aboard the ship to be unloaded that morning and delivered to Gale's tower sometime that afternoon? Frustrated at their mother for demanding they leave a month after their projected departure date so they could announce the engagement in a manner befitting Lady Viola Montague's child? Frustrated at themself for packing four trunks filled with dresses, hose, doublets, surcoats, breeches, jewels, and the most delicate little shoes that would look fantastic with them all? |
Never frustrated with Gale. He had endeavored to find something suitable for them to wear amongst his clothes when they had risen that morning and none of their clothes had arrived off the ship. It was a valiant effort, one filled with whirling fabrics tossed Amaryllis" way as they vetoed garment after garment. Cannot be caught dead in orange and white—the colors of one of mother's political rival's houses. They were swimming in another garment and even after clinching it with a frankly beautiful silver belt with wispy leaves engraved in the band, they appeared closer to a child in hand-me-downs than to an adult of their six and thirty years. The rest had been a flurry of bad fabric textures, the cut of the garment being unflattering, the color being unfavorable, or the dreaded combination of the three. |
By the end, they were left with a single bathrobe and Gale's insistence that he could head to the market himself to buy food and other supplies while they remained at the tower to acquaint themself with their new home in the meantime. Exploring was definitely favorable to lying in bed and contemplating what they needed to be frustrated at. |
They eased off the bed and grabbed the bathrobe from the plush armchair situated near the window overlooking the bay. It was a pretty thing, blue silk with green and gold embroidery that resembled peacock feathers and a delicate silk belt of similar construction to tie it shut. They threw it on and tied it shut, though found the solid back panel hindered their tail somewhat. |
Well, it was better than nothing. |
Their exploration began in earnest in the adjoining room. They had taken a brief look the previous night and remembered the washbasin, the chamberpot mounted under a chair with a hole, and the sturdy tub with peculiar handles and spouts. Pipes lined the walls, looking more at home in an alchemist's lab than in a place to wash and relieve oneself. Gale had only mentioned it in passing with a banality that made it feel all too commonplace in a tower of wonders. But on closer inspection, they could see markings on the handles and spouts. |
Amaryllis leaned into one of the handles on the washing tub to inspect. They...resembled some of the words in Gale's grimoire. Familiar. They recalled those nights at camp when Gale would instruct them in magic, how his face would light up when they enunciated the words of power in an exact way and with |
the right hand movements. A fire spell, just a spark, but a spark more than what they were capable of before Gale. |
There on the handle were those same words they said with such care that night. Amaryllis put their fingers to them, unsure if the somatic component applied here, but unwilling to take that risk. " |
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