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The burn of ozone they came to associate with Gale’s magic filled the room, announcing the feel of his consciousness prodding at theirs, seeking entry. They fed the feeling, turning slight crevices in their mind into an entryway. Different from the tadpole with its edge of pain and sickness. Gale’s entry was the familiarity that came with a lover's touch. Amaryllis could feel him in there, feel his hands picking apart thoughts, and his hands stroking, fingers pumping, and another finger to stretch their walls, and |
Gale laughed. "It seems I'm doing well." |
"Always." They heaved out, breathless. |
A few more pumps from his hand brought out another spike of pleasure. They bucked their hips into the movement in an attempt to claim more contact. |
A whine rose up Amaryllis" throat as Gale removed his hands from them. His expression took on a rare sort of mischief when he replaced his hand on the cock with his hot and wanting mouth. Their whines died in their throat, only to be reborn as a slithering moan curling around their clenched fangs before finding his ears. His fingers were back inside, going deeper than before so he could stroke their clit with his thumb with each pump. |
It was all almost too much for them to handle. |
Between the suction of his mouth, his slick tongue swirling around the purple-tinged head of the cock, his fingers inside, and on their clit, and the smell of their mingling sweat, they couldn't focus on a singular sensation. Their body arched, pushing more of the toy into his mouth as he all but pulled a string of incomprehensible syllables from their chest. Gale must have been pleased with himself. He groaned around it, taking them so deep that the entire cock vanished into his mouth. They threaded their fingers through his hair, desperate to grasp onto something. |
"Gale...fuck...!" |
Just when their toes began to curl and the familiar tingle originating at the tip of their tail began to build, Gale pulled away. Their building orgasm slowly retreated, unsatisfied with Gale's lack of contact. His beautiful face was flushed with exertion, bits of saliva had dribbled into his beard. His fingers—which had quit their pumping inside to instead grip their thigh—were slick with their fluids. A subtle smile cut his face as he lowered himself down until his face disappeared into the valley between their legs and they felt his molten tongue swipe against their clit. |
His tongue drilled into them while he diligently stroked the cock. Their hands found his hair again, their claws scraping his scalp. As good as he felt, as soft and wet and warm as his needy mouth was, it wasn't nearly enough. Amaryllis writhed against him, fueled both by the haze of pleasure claiming their mind and the restlessness settling in their body. They wanted to touch. Wanted to see his orgasm painted across his expression. |
His fingers in their mind found those thoughts and pulled them to the forefront so he could better assess them. Gale's tongue and hands went still in tandem just before his body slid against theirs until both cocks were sandwiched between them. "You wish to experiment with something different?" He phrased it like a question, though they were acutely aware he wasn't asking one. |
"You want to see what this artifact is capable of, don't you?" |
They didn't wait for a response. Using their hips and the momentum of their bodies, Amaryllis rolled them both over so Gale was on his back. As much as they loved being on their back for him, having him lavish them with his undivided attention, there wasn't a sight in Faerun as breathtaking as Gale Dekarios on his back for |
. His eyes were half-lidded with his lips parted and glistening with a combination of sweat, saliva, and other bodily fluids. A crimson flush ran from his ears down to his chest, where more sweat matted his chest hair down to the skin. They could spend days worshiping him, peppering kisses on every inch of his body they could, feeding him fresh fruit and other delicacies. Just the thought of it caused the cock to twitch angrily between them. |
"Feeling eager?" He asked, a mimicry of their earlier question. |
Amaryllis responded by grabbing one of the pillows and anchoring it under his hips for a better angle. |
"Here, let me help." Gale positioned himself better, pillow properly placed, knees bent and anchored at their sides. He began the somatic component for a spell. Too quick for Amaryllis to glean, but the puddle of grease that formed in his palm after confirmed the intent. He gave their cock a few strokes, coating it in the substance. Then himself. Not his cock, but his puckering hole. Amaryllis loved watching him prepare himself for their lovemaking, whether it was rousing his cock to life or oiling his hole for one of their toys. Gale gave them a nod when he finished, further confirmed when he said, "Okay, I'm ready for you." |
Their hips eased forward until they felt his slick flesh. It was different than with their toys, which was nothing more than resistance and friction when they would take him. They could |
how he relaxed and their cockhead pushed further until they were inside. Warmth, then a low moan from Gale and his legs clenching around them. |
"It feels...remarkably real," A shallow breath bisected his statement, "I enjoy it rather a lot." |
"More?" They asked. Amaryllis" hands found his nipples, which they rolled under the pads of their fingers. |
Amaryllis" thrusts found their pace, the leisurely stride that they knew Gale favored when being taken. His insides hugged them, tight and hot and |
. Amaryllis sucked in a breath when he squeezed around them and they needed to stem themselves. Not yet. Their hands on his chest found equal passion, forming slow circles with his pert nipples. Gale's mouth had fallen open, a melody of gasps, sighs, and moans spilling from it. |
A slight laugh punched through his moans. "What do you have in mind?" |
The memory of the first time Amaryllis cast Mage Hand was formed in frosted glass. It was an innate sort of knowledge that went down to their marrow, the sort that they didn't even consider as they traced the appropriate shapes and the words formed in their mouth. Gale regarded them curiously—a quirked eyebrow etched on his pleasure-stricken face—but the verbal component replaced it with something edging towards flirtation. "You are temptation made flesh." |
A shimmer of a hand materialized before them, not a fragment of the weave given shape like Gale's incantations, but a spell forged from their infernal blood. Amaryllis gave it a command with a flick of their index finger. It grasped Gale's teeming cock and he gasped as it caressed him with the same rhythm as their thrusts. "You're...ah...you're incredible." |
"You can...you can thank Grandfather Mephistopheles for that...ah...that one." They gestured towards the hand. |
Gale chuckled and screwed his eyes shut. His breathing had gone ragged—an indication of his growing orgasm—and he grasped at the sheets. "I'll be sure to...to send a thank you card to Avernus then." |
The familiar pressure of their own building orgasm took hold. Amaryllis tried to stem it, to focus on giving Gale pleasure, but everything about him drove them to that precipice. Their thrusts had grown to a frenzied pitch in response, needing to go deeper. Harder. Needed to send them both careening over that edge. |
Gale responded, his insides tightening around them as he reached up to tweak their nipples."Amaryllis..." he sighed, their name sounding sacred on his lips, "I'm...I'm so close." |
"Me too," Amaryllis leaned down, their lips finding his, "I...ah...I love you so much." |
"I love you too... More than anything." |
Gale's orgasm came immediately after those words left his mouth. The ragged cadence of his breathing grew to a desperate panting, all words lost on him as he chanted their name like it was a prayer. A shock of warm, sticky fluid caught the plane between their breasts. His insides seized around them, milking them for their own orgasm. |
Their orgasm responded to the wave of it crashing down on them with an unexpected ferocity, leaving nothing but Gale. Every part of them wanted for every part of him, screaming to consume and to be consumed by him. |
When it was all over, a comforting silence fell over them both. Amaryllis rolled off Gale and found a comfortable position beside him, curled into his side with their tail making easy coils around his leg. The artifact had gone flaccid in the movement, drawing their attention to it. |
"Oh...uh...Dimmitis." |
The sensation that took Amaryllis was one of connections being broken. The vitality that had flooded into the artifact retreated into them, taking the pallid tone of their skin with it. Like before, the artifact returned to its wooden form. |
"Gale, can I keep this?" They worked on picking apart the knots that kept the sash secured. |
"I would like to conduct a few more experiments with it—the magic sort, not the intimate—to confirm it has no detrimental side effects, but once I do, it's all yours." Gale shifted, his eyes growing narrow while his smile grew wide and wolfish while he slotted his hips between theirs. "But first, we need to talk about your punishment. You were very naughty, sneaking into an archwizard's private chambers to steal his most powerful artifact." |
"What are you talking about?" The words felt out of place until everything fit together. They had only just finished and Gale was propositioning them for a second round. Amaryllis brought their legs up around him, assuring him that this was wanted. "What sort of punishment do you have in mind for a naughty thief like me, |
great and powerful archwizard?" |
Gale leaned in, lips ghosting against theirs in the promise of a kiss when a voice rang out, "Mr. Dekarios! There are some men with a delivery of some trunks for you!" |
Tav said no and that meant there weren't many other options. |
It was a process of elimination, nothing more. Lae'zel would fuck him, but it wouldn't tie her to him in the way he needed it to. Gale was too weak to protect him and Shadowheart would see through his deceptions too easily. Karlach, dear stupid Karlach, would have been perfect. She was strong enough to shield him and desperate for every scrap of affection. If it hadn't been for those flames- |
But that infernal engine burned hot and he didn't have time to wait and gamble on finding mechanics. |
So it was Wyll. It had to be Wyll. |
It wasn't that he was unappealing exactly, far from it but... Well you could never tell with those heroic sorts. He might have done something drastic like taken a vow of chastity. Which would explain how well his attempt at flirting with Lae'zel had gone. |
Gods Astarion did not want another fumbling virgin- |
But Tav had said no. And he was running out of time as well as options. |
Astarion took a long gulp of the tieflings’ atrocious wine and glanced around for- |
Where was Wyll? Shouldn't he be out there somewhere revelling in all the, the people calling him a hero? Of course he could have already found someone to spend the evening with. Someone so prettily impressed by his heroics they were willing to overlook those flowery compliments that sounded like he’d got them from books. |
Gods, if he'd already found someone then Astarion might have to seriously consider Gale. |
He put the wine bottle down a little more forcefully than necessary. No one noticed. Of course no one noticed! He was in the middle of the uncivilised wilderness with a gang of tieflings merrily drinking themselves into oblivion. He wasn't... It wasn't like home. |
That was the point of this wasn't it? |
He left the wine open on the table and started to look. He could make out Shadowheart near the fire. Tav looked to be in the process of letting Gale down as gently as a bugbear's axe blow. The figure in the large area of empty space was almost certainly Lae'zel- |
That was curious. He couldn't see Wyll anywhere. |
Astarion stalked through the party a few more times just in case but, no. Wyll was gone. And he didn't really seem the kind to abandon them in the night so... |
He reached out, grabbed the nearest arm and tugged without paying particular attention to what it was attached to. It caught him a blue skinned creature with short, sharp horns that looked almost dumpy on such a large head. Especially when it was adorned with the most pathetic beard he'd seen in years. |
He cringed under Astarion's gaze, smiled in a small appeasing way that for some reason struck Astarion as disgusting. |
"I did not ask," Astarion said and there it was again. That cringe. Pathetic. "Wyll Ravengard, Blade of the Frontiers. Dashing, one eye, braided hair and, oh yes, trivial little detail, kept all of you miserable people alive. Where is he?" |
"I- I don't know sir." |
Astarion let him go. |
He did another circuit of the party just in case but Wyll was nowhere to be seen. So he sighed and headed for the fire. |
Shadowheart looked up, one of those infuriatingly knowing little smiles on her face. |
"So am I your second choice? Or have you already tried Lae’zel?" |
"What? No! Urgh, look have you seen Wyll? He’s wandered off somewhere and I’d rather we don’t start tomorrow pulling him out of a ditch." |
She didn’t answer straight away. Just frowned in that way she had, as if she could peer into people’s skulls before the tadpole came along. Eventually she looked back into the fire. |
"I saw him heading towards the lake. Oh Astarion? Here." |
She held out her bottle of wine, barely touched. He managed not to snarl as he took it. |
"Ah! There you are." |
Wyll jumped, which was amusing in and of itself. The terror of monsters across the Frontier, startled by a vampire spawn. |
Astarion grinned. "You had the right idea, darling. It was frightful. Still I'm surprised you didn't let them all tell you how they'll remember you forever, name their first born after you etcetera." |
Wyll had relaxed, so Astarion risked putting a hand on his shoulder. The sort of gesture he could call companionable, if things went wrong. |
"Have some wine. It's awful." |
Wyll took the bottle carefully as if he didn't quite trust himself to hold it. |
"You shouldn't have." |
There was a hint of a smile on his lips. Astarion took it as a promising sign. He let Wyll take a swig. |
"See what I mean? Awful." |
"It's not that bad." |
"And here I was labouring under the delusion that Lord Ravengard was a man of taste." |
Wyll, who'd had the bottle to his lips for another swig, choked. And perhaps it was the cough, but he leaned into Astarion's arm just a little. |
"Why are you out here by yourself?" |
Wyll looked as if he suddenly recognised all the deficiencies of the wine and couldn't banish the taste. "I didn't want to sour the celebration." |
"Well they managed to sour it without you. You could spray poison over the food and I doubt it would make anything worse." |
He'd been aiming for a smile. He didn't get one. Wyll held the bottle with both hands round the base and looked at it as if the label was Arcane. |
"No one wants a devil at their party." |
There wasn’t an easy answer to that. At least, not one that would lead them closer to the outcome he wanted. He could think of at least three funny things to say, but Wyll probably wouldn’t find it quite so amusing. |
"Claws pop the balloons you see," Wyll continued. "And the sweetcakes don’t taste half as good as raw eggs with this blasted forked tongue-" |
"Wait, is your tongue forked?" |
That wasn’t the right thing to say. It knocked that joking bravado off Wyll’s face. |
"Well, um, not exactly-" |
No that wasn’t right! It was too eager, too curious. It was putting him off. |
Astarion took his hand from Wyll’s shoulder, giving him a little more space. It seemed to help. |
He stepped back, self conscious. For a moment Astarion thought he’d ruined it and he’d have to go and try his luck with Gale after all. |
Then Wyll opened his mouth to show off his tongue. |
It was broader, flatter and while it didn’t quite split, it did come to two points now instead of one. Were his teeth sharper as well? Astarion hadn’t paid enough attention previously to say for sure. |
And that, that was an opening wasn’t it? Something he could use as an excuse to draw Wyll closer. Because who else in their little band understood surviving a monstrous transformation quite like Astarion? |
So when Wyll closed his mouth and looked awkwardly away Astarion let out a calculated sigh. |
"It sounds trite, but it does get easier." |
"In a few decades you’ll barely remember the differences." |
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