Druid & Wizard

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The angry black storm clouds loom ominously overhead, the sky blanketed in a thick, heavy tempestuous grey. There was a tension in the air, a cloying pressure that begs for release.

Electricity hums through the atmosphere, threatening to unleash it's barrage to sorch the earth below it. The heavens wept, in anticipation of judgment from the calamitous skies, spattering on the soft grass beneath them. Raindrops heavily patter on both their skin, growing in intensity, but neither of them care.

With Gale's hot mouth on her breast and nimble peace fingers encircling her clit, Aislyn moans into the open air. A ragged, lust-filled call to nature, to hear her wild and free; release your fury, bestow your power and your blessings, to nourish this dry earth.

His talented tongue flicks vigorously on her peaked nipple, his hand palming her pillowy breast beneath. Aislyn writhes under his touch, fisting her grip in his silken hair. He hollows his cheeks, creating soft suction, to lightly suckle and nibble on her ample bosom.

His chest glowed like a beacon of lust and want, as he languidly broke his mouth from her with a slow lick. The swirling colours of cerulean and amethyst glinting on the droplets of rain water, gathering in the valley between her breasts.

Desperate to taste her, Gale trails his wet tongue from her sternum to her lithe neck. He dives in hungrily to sucker a blooming kiss on her taut, delicate skin.

"I thought you were embarrassed people will see." Aislyn gasps, through a whine.

"Let them see," Gale answers, uninhibited, "I want everyone to see that you're mine. Mine. My perfect, beautiful, beloved Aislyn." He showers her with his words, offering his devout praise upon her body. Every word a solemn promise of his adoration.

"Yes--yes." She barely manages, keening against his wet temple.

The soft summer rain cascades down his arms and back, as he bites and suckers her freckled skin. She blinks against the oncoming storm, and smiled broadly to herself.

This was something she'd sorely missed and didn't even realise she'd lost it. Laying here, soaked through to the bone in heavy rain, in the arms of the man she loved.

Gale sucks hard, and pulls away from her throat with an pop.

"Mm, let them see. Let them see my lust for you." He moans in her ear, sending sparks of warmth and desire rippling down her spine.

"You're so beautiful, Gale. I adore every inch of you." she hums, her hands laying on his handsome face, pressing kisses against his wet skin.

The energy in the glade is palpable.

"This feels incredible. To be here with you, surrounded in Nature's wild element. I feel so alive with you." She praises, in an almost reverent state of euphoria, "Do you feel it too, my love?"

His fingers relinquish their barrage on her swollen clit and slide wetly down her puffy lips.

"Yes--yes, my darling. The raw, unfiltered power in this moment, it feels.." He shakes his head slightly, raising his face to the stormy skies, as he chuckles in disbelief, "Magical."

Aislyn nods erratically, laughing to the clouds above, "It's immense, isn't it? Like we're connected to everything, everyone.. every creature on Faerûn. This is Druidic magic." Her voice echoes out in a boom, arms splaying out in prayer, summoning Thaumaturgy.

Thunder rumbles around them, vibrating the earth and crack of lightning splits the sky above them, in fated synchronicity.

Aislyn gasps and laughs, the rain showering her face and body. Gale just avoids swallowing his tongue at the sight of Aislyn's innate connection to magic, her deep kinship with her craft.

"Gods, Aislyn.. you--let me please you, pleasure you. Let me ruin you for all others. Please. I need to feel your walls tighten around my fingers as you cum for me." He moans into the shell of her Elven ear, his hot breath raising gooseflesh across her body. The periwinkle bloom of the Orb glitters and dances across nature's mighty canvas surrounding them in his fervent need for her.

His fingers tease her entrance, fluttering against her hole. Gale's breathing quickens in anticipation, as he cycles his fingers against her slick entrance.

"Oh, good Gods. I adore this part. The feeling of your wet, desperate cunt enveloping my fingers. My cock. My tongue." He whispers against her jaw, as his hips unconsciously jerk against her, "Mm, I need to feel you around my fingers. I need it. I need to--" Before gliding inside her sopping core with disgusting ease.

Aislyn keens at the feeling of his digits slipping inside her wet channel, at the sensation of his hand's heel pressing firmly against her, as his fingers bottom out.

Gale shudders out a breath he didn't realise he was holding, as he leans on his forearms above her. Her sparkling blue eyes open into his intense gaze; the ecstacy on her face was enough to make the God's weep, not just the sky.

"Gale. Gale. I--ohh--ngh" she was cut off mid-sentence by his fingers pumping inside, curling towards the sensitive spot that he knows makes her mewl.

The sky flashes with light, as another burst of lightning fires across the clouds.

The sodden, slick noises her cunt was making around his fingers, as they forcefully pulse inside. The heel of his hand sublty stinging, as he made slapping contact against her puckered clit.

"Yes, my love. Tell me, speak to me. Does it feel good? Do I make you feel desired and wanted?" He presses himself closer to her, needing more of her.

"Y--yes. Yes, Gale. Gods yes!" She cries out, grabbing his face and pulling him in to kiss his beautiful lips.

The bristling graze of his beard against her drenched skin, sparks a rough whimper from her lips, as their tongues dance frantically together.

"Mmn--because I do. I do desire you. I want you. Oh, Gods, Aislyn. I want you so badly." He moans between her silken kisses of laving tongues and nipping teeth.

She can feel him, thick and erect against her hip; his pelvis lightly pulsing against her curve, desperate for some stimulation.

Aislyn slithers her reach down to touch him, needing him to experience this moment of bliss with her. Blindly fumbling, she finds the ridges of his cock head and the tip leaking precum in a deliciously obscene amount.

Thumbing the slit, she wraps what fingers she can around his length and his core jerks, as he moans into their locked kiss.

Smearing his slick on her fingers, she strokes his head in short bursts between her peace fingers and thumb.

The Orb blooms and pulses, a gentle low thrum tingling through her flushed, wet skin. Gale groans into her open mouth, smiling devilishly against her kiss-plumped lips.

He dips his tongue inside and they instinctually flick their tongues to entwine around each other.

Aislyn's non-dominant hand flies to cup his jaw, to pull him closer. She needs to feel every part of him flush against her body. He rearranges himself to give her access to more of his impressive size, eclipsing her with his gorgeous body.

Their vigour spurs higher, a vengeful carnality that could only be sated by each other.

Gale's measured and consistently rhythm, pumping her tight, clenching cunt; Aislyn's fist furiously fucking his length, fast and messy to catch him up with her threatening climax.

"Wait. I want to cum on your tits--on your face," Gale whines, "Can I, please?" He hisses the word against her mouth, his hips bucking.

"Gods, yes. Shower me in your cum, Gale." Aislyn's eyes were nigh on rolling back in her head.

This was incredibly intense; the awareness of nature's wrath and ruin around them, the anticipation of elation at Gale's hand. Just being here with him, in this moment.

It was indescribable.

His powerful thrusts hitting just the right place inside her, his thumb now blurring against her clit.

"Cum for me? So I can stroke myself with your juices on my hand. I want to pump my cock ragged with the lubricant of your delicious cunt. Please. I need to feel it, Aislyn." He begs, foreheads pressing together.

Aislyn's eyes scrunch under the barraging weight of her orgasm, bearing down upon her at an alarming rate. The feeling of Gale's fingers, the brittle graze of his beard on her chin, as he sloppily kisses her.

Gods, the thought of him jerking himself with her slick dripping from his hand. Imagining him towering over her, his load spurting over her face and across her tits. The ravaged noises he would make as he smears his seed along her bottom lip.

She can feel the thrum of his heartbeat through his cock, as she pathetically pumps her fist around him.

It's almost akin to the pulsing throb of Silvanus' magic all around them. The wild, wanton power of sexual pleasures. The sky clashing above them and anointing their writhing bodies in precipitation for the anticipation of their imminent release.

Gale confidently slips a surprising third finger inside her snug vagina, stretching her entrance to accommodate his triple digits.

She began to tremble uncontrollably.

Aislyn whines a shuddering moan against his cheek, as she blindly grasps at his rain soaked hair, his biceps, his lickable thighs.

"Yes, yes, yes, my love. Yes. I knew you needed more of me, you always need more of me and I want to give it to you." He rambles against her wet skin, "So full with me, giving you what you desire."

Her core bubbles and brims with the carnal demand for release. The feeling clutches her heart, spiders out through her chest and pools in her swollen cunt.

"Yes, yes, yes. Cum for me, Aislyn. Cum on my fingers, flood my hand with your cunt's essence. Come on, love. Please. Cum for me. Just for me."

"Agh--Gale. Gale!" Aislyn exclaims in exhilarating expectation, her body wrought tight as a coiled spring.

The rumbling earthquake of climax peaks.

The threatening volcano cannot be contained any longer.

The violent tempest of her orgasm ricochets through her body like the lightning bolts splintering through the storm-filled sky above. She bucks her hips like an angered beast, calling out like a woman possessed; clinging on to Gale, like a lighthouse standing constant through the hurricane within her.

She wrenches screams and praise on his name so loud, the storm could not contain her. Waves, upon waves of delicious, shameless orgasmic energy, crash on the shores of her body; as she trembles and moans within Gale's embrace.

Her throat is hoarse from the ardent prayers on his altar, by the time she finally crests over the final ripple of ecstacy.

Lightning slashes the blackened sky above them, crackling in angry screams across the night.

The rumble of thunder surely follows but her ears are deaf to anything but thump of Gale's quickened heartbeat and the sound of his voice whimpering in joyous gratification.

He slows his fingers, still filling her clenching walls, until she was completely breathless and reeling.

She swallows through the arid drought of her mouth, quenching herself with the gently easing rain, as she floats back to Faerûn.

Delirious and cum drunk, Aislyn doesn't feel Gale clamber on top of her, as she revels in the warm bubble of afterglow; she only feels the absence of his fingers snug inside her walls.

Aislyn tries and fails to focus her eyes on Gale's form kneeling over her at the waist. The tantalising, sodden noises of Gale masturbating over her echo through the storm, and she wills her vision to focus.

Blinking several times through the delirium and the relentless downpour, she finally beholds the breath stealing image of Gale above her.

His pupils blown wide, his jaw slack and gasping; his wet hair shaken and sticking to his strong throat and jawline. His muscles drip with rain, bunching and tensing, as Orb angrily pulses within his chest.

Gale catches himself on one hand on the ground beside her, trying to protect her from the rain with his body; his hair mussed and falling around his face in wet strands. She tucks it behind his ears and squeezes the excess water out.

It gathers in her grasp, cascades down her forearms and lands on her chest in a chilly spatter. Gooseflesh rises on her skin but she smiles adoringly up at him and he returns the sentiment.

"Gods, I love you. You look so incredible when you cum. Especially in such raw, powerful environs as this," he pants, still shaken by the enormity of what he was present within.

He grins dumbfoundly, his bicep curled and furiously jerking, "I can't wait to smear your face with my seed, you'll look so beautiful."

Her ocean gaze turns dark and hot, as a sourceless clash of thunder grumbles from the distance, growing louder by the second.

Glancing down, Aislyn sees his thick cock between the valley of her tits. Gale strokes himself vigorously, her slick drenching his hard length.

Her pussy aches and trembles in the aftermath of being willingly abused by her Wizard. She slaps her grip on each thigh, greedily grabbing the meat under her grasp and biting her lip.

"Oh fuck, Gale. You look so good on top of me, stroking yourself with my cum all over your fingers. You're soaked in me. You made me cum so Gods damned much, Gale." Aislyn croons, looking up at him through lidded gaze.

She can tell by his expression, that all logical thought has evacuated his brilliant mind. That his feral, hind brain was fully in control; wild, and embracing nature's bounties.

"Look at you, you look perfectly sinful. You like being like this, with me, don't you? Unapologetically vulgar and depraved."

His stroke falters at the filth of her words, he bites his bottom lip and soundlessly snarls through bared teeth.

"I need your cum on me, my darling. Cover me in your seed. Let your love shower down on me." She whines, squeezing and rubbing her legs together for some lingering stimulation.

Gale quickens his pace, fist blurring on his cock. His strained, desperate vocalisations speak to how just close he is.

The Orb flashes and buzzes, the energy radiating off it's lines palpable in the air.

Aislyn glides her palm up the contours of his muscular forearm, while reaching the other to lay on the Orb and pushes on his chest gently.

A blissed expression on her face and she raises herself up to his foaming tip, "Paint me with your cum, Gale."

"Oh, Gods. I'm going to make a mess of your beautiful face--your pretty tits, Ais. I need to. I want to--"

"--Yes, Gale!"

He grunts and gasps before whining, "--Beautiful. So beautiful. Mine. My beautiful Ai--Aislyn. Oh, yess. I'm cu--cumming!"

His words falter, handsome face buckling, as his eyes roll back in his head.

The violent and deep thrum of the arcane energy within his chest reaches it's apex. It burns it's way through the smoked tendrils that reach up to adorn his face.

Their gaze connects in the precise moment his climax hits; a vibrant pulse of violet energy flashes in his caramel and chocolate eyes.

He cums hard and loud, roaring above her like an animal is his own right. The Orb's crackling energy booms outwards in a glittering wave of ancient magic.

Gale's cum erupts from his cock, smattering her waiting face in his load. Stripes of semen wildly spurt from his slit and shoot across her tits, up her neck.

Her body sings at the feeling of his cum on her skin, as she basks in the view of him, breathing broken and shaking above her.

Gale continues to raggedly pump his cock, pulling every last drop and adorning her with it. He groans and twitches, as the final bead of cum blooms on his tip.

Panting and struggling to catch his breath, he smears the tip across her plump bottom lip, so she can catch the last moments of pleasure. Aislyn's tongue longingly laves his leaking slit.

Gale hisses and trembles, as she suckles gently on his purplish head, before his body buckles. His spine softens, and he gracelessly thunks onto the sodden grass beside her, still breathing hard from slight overstimulation.

Aislyn lies on her back, watching the storm slowly receeding overhead. The dull, ominous grey hues, now streaking with deep purples and vibrant pinks from the horizon, as the clouds disappate further South. The warm, summer rain follows diligently, as the storm moves on to feed the earth elsewhere.

Her head still felt like it was floating, as they wordlessly watch the passing of the weather.

"I think I uh--lost control there a little." Gale admits, sounding sheepish, "sorry about that." He adds, tight-lipped.

"That was incredibly hot." She disagrees adamantly, "Never apologise for it."

"You're covered in my cum, it's--"

"--Hot as the Hells." She irks a brow and retorts firmly, with a salacious curve to her tone.

Gale gives a dark chuckle, "Well, if you insist. I suppose we could give it another go just to make sure. Not right now, of course. Give me some sort of refractory period." He sighs comedically.

Aislyn laughs and sighs deeply, basking in the last moments of the afterglow.

"Out of curiosity, where the did that even come from?" She questions, furrowing her brow softly.

"Oh, our conversation regarding cumming inside you," He answers plainly, "and you saying you liked the idea of my cumming on you instead. That--uh.. that brought up a lot of interesting imaginings all at once. Wicked scenarios we could find ourselves in. Then the storm hit and you kissed me, and it felt perfect." He rambles, finishing with an airy lilt in his voice from pure satisfaction.

"Perfection is over-rated, that was something real." She muses, laying her hand in his. He returns the gesture and squeezes her hand.

"You know what, I happen to agree with you whole-heartedly." Aislyn could hear the smile in his voice and it made her grin.

Gale leans up and rolls himself towards her, muttering the Prestidigitation incantation, "I'd take this real moment with you over anything illusory. Thank you for sharing a fraction of what your magic embodies with me. I love you, Aislyn."

"I love you, Gale."

"Thank you for saving me." His pulls his lips to one side and tilts his head, gazing down at her with pure adoration and love.

Her heart squeezes tightly in her chest, and her eyes begin to fill. She embraces it. "Anything for you."

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Phew. I hope you enjoyed Charls! 🤭 I know it's not the full piece but I was inspired ✨ And I hope anyone else that indulged had fun too 🥴😏