The closer you got, the more interested in learning about it you got. You would ask him questions about it, and he would answer, sometimes give you a smart remark, “Can y’handle somethin’ like this?”

You’d laugh if off, “I handle you, don’t I? How much harder can it be?” He’d scoff, shake his head, and you’d go back to talking about the bow.

He would show you how to use his, position you in the correct stance, making sure your fingers are in the safe zone, and would majorly downplay it sarcastically when you got three bullseyes in a row, “Yeah, uh huh. Look at that.”

He wouldn’t say anything about looking for one for you, he wouldn’t say anything to anyone. Maybe, Carol? But that’s about it. Once he did fine one, he would fix it up, make sure that it was up to his standards before actually giving it to you.

Once he did, he couldn’t hold back the smile on his face as he watched your face light up with excitement.

“Daryl, fuckin’ Dixon.” You look up from the bow, hand laying over your mouth, “I could kiss you right now.” You walk up to him, arm wrapping around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist, “Y’can do it layer. Right now, m’takin ya out. Go kill some things.”

“It’s a date.”

He shrugs, “If that’s what y’wanna call it.” He smiles and nods, “C’mon.”

Your gaze met his, finding his eyes cold and distant, a clear indication of his upset state. "And who told you this?"You queried, your voice slow and steady waiting for his response, "my daughters," he replied. You couldn't help but chuckle at his response, Of course, they did their young and don't know how to keep many things to themselves, yet you should've known better.

"What's funny?" His voice laced with annoyance, his furrowed brows revealing his frustration."You, Kento. You're funny. Are you jealous? We've been separated for three years. You're acting like a child," you retorted, rolling your eyes dismissively as you finished your sentence, baffled by his response to you dating again.

You saw Nanami's jaw tighten visibly, his annoyance now bordering on disbelief. "Jealous?" he scoffed, his voice sharp. "Why would I be jealous?" His words were defensive, as eyes showed a hint of vulnerability that the woman he was still in love with moved on fully."I'm just curious."

"Okay, well, I'm not having this conversation with you," you said, your voice firm as you looked up at him through your lashes through your doe eyes. Despite your attempt to end the conversation, Nanami continued to pry at the topic, stepping closer to you as you had your legs hanging off the countertop you were sitting on.

"You're going to see him tonight?" he pressed, his tone edged with a mix of concern and frustration. His proximity made it harder to ignore the intensity of the conversation, and you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable confrontation cause he was going to push anyway.

"Kento," you sighed deeply, trying to steady your heartbeat. "I don't want to talk about this." You had rolled your eyes as Nanami was now standing in front of you. His presence was overwhelming, to say the least. Your plump thighs sat on the counter, and Nanami's hands began to roam over them, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His gaze was intense, fixated on you, making you nervous. No matter how much time had passed, Nanami still had that effect on you, stirring up emotions you thought you had buried long ago.

"You don't miss us?" His eyes softened as he gently brushed the hair resting on top of your face behind your ears, his fingers skimming your cheeks ever so lightly. "No, Kento," you replied, your voice shaky, uncertainty lacing your words.

"You sure, love?" A small, subtle smirk plastered on his lips as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, pressing them ever so slightly, prompting them to go inside. You could hear the mockery in his voice, and it infuriated you. The audacity of his touch, the way he dared to question your feelings, stirred a mix of anger and longing deep within you.

"Move," you snapped, attempting to push him away and move, but his strong hands kept a steady grip on your thighs. He simply smirked in response, his grip unyielding. "Why, sweetheart? You don't miss me? The nights we shared up late nights, you screamed my name, begging for me to let you cream all over my dick. "

Your breath hitched at his words, feeling his hand gripping your chin, planting kisses on your neck."Fuck you kento." Your voice not coming off as confident but whiney and weak.

In the past, Nanami was always gentle and considerate, prioritizing your needs over his own during intimate moments. However, today was different; he was upset with you and frustrated about the hours he had just worked at his job, and he was definitely going to make that known to you one way or another.

His fingers curled around the back of your head, his touch surprisingly gentle, as he ordered, "Get up." A small smile played on his lips before he exerted a subtle pressure, forcing you down to your knees. At the sharp impact, you couldn't help but grunt, "Fuck, Kento," feeling the intensity of the moment surge through you. Your breath caught in your throat as his grip tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with an unspoken command.

Raising your gaze to meet Nanami's, your eyelashes fluttered softly as a mischievous smile graced your lips, your eyes naturally drawn to the subtle bulge forming beneath his work pants. The unspoken tension between you hung in the air, thick with anticipation, as you began to slowly undo the buckle of his belt.

Pulling his pants down to his thighs, you saw the milky-colored pre-cum seeping through his boxers before pulling them down. You decided to kiss his dick through the boxers. Hearing a low grunt come from Nanami while you continued to kiss and lick him, not yet giving him the satisfaction of having his pretty dick down your throat.

You began to move your hand up on down his hard length, causing Nanami to let out a loud but shaky breath, looking at his watch. He placed a sharp hand underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him."Hurry up, y/n." His stren voice spoke as he released his grip on your chin, as a big smile crept onto your face, your gaze still on him."

You loved it when he was aggressive and mean to you he didn't do it very often but it was a big turn-on. This wouldn't be the first time you two have had sex since the divorce it wasn't often, but god, it's been a long time, and you missed his dick its like you've been craving it and that's why you were so quick to fall to your knees for him

Pulling his dick out of the boxers, your mouth watered at the sight of the pre-cum leaking out his pulsating rosy brown-colored mushroom-head tip. His dick curved slightly to your left with a single lengthy vein running down his dick on the left side. A smaller vein that had an even smaller vein attached to it was on the right. Nanami's hardened dick measured about eight inches and was extremely plump and girthy it always felt heavy in your hands.

You placed small little kisses on the head of his tip teasing Nanami. You wanted to see how far he would let you go before he snapped. You began doing small kitten licks on it before you placed the tip in your mouth, then taking it out again with a small pop leaving your mouth.

Nanami grew increasingly frustrated with your teasing, a tolerance he usually had, but today, it only fueled his anger. He tightly gripped the back of your head, forcing you to meet his rough gaze. "Stop teasing," he commanded in a dominant tone. "I'm not in the mood to play your games today. Understood?" He let go of your head, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your verbal response while you just nodded your head. He couldn't stand when you didn't use your words. Everything you were doing today was making his patience wear extremely thin with you today, "I understand." You finally uttered

Before wrapping your glossed plump lips around Nanami's cock, you gathered a glob of spit and spat it onto it. You were aware that you couldn't possibly fit the entirety of him in your mouth, you never could. So you wrapped a hand around the parts you couldn't fit simultaneously stroking it up and down as you bobbed your head up and down. " look at you so pretty."

Nanami threw back his head, feeling you were slurping and sucking the tip. The whininess of his groans gave the impression that he was struggling to control them. Your tongue swirled on the area of him that was the most sensitive as your head continued to bobble. At this view, his muscular chest and firm abs look really attractive.

Even with his dick down your throat, you appear all innocent even as you swirl your tongue around his pulsating tip, making eye contact with him with your doe eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes as you took your free hand and squeezed and rubbed your palms on Nanami's balls, you noticed that his eyes were struggling to stay fixated on you with his cheeks flushed with a deep rosy red color and loud groans coming from his mouth.

His large, thick fingers firmly keeping a hold onto your hair, his fingers digging deep into your scalp, keeping a strong grip on your head. "Look at you so fucking filthy." Nanami took a grip on your hair pushing your head further. " But I need more, baby." His tone going from dominant to whiney within seconds."can you do that for me give me more"

Your eyes widened as Nanami suddenly began to push his dick deeper into your throat, without warning, causing you to gag on his dick. Your eyes beginning to water because of his big mushroom head tip constantly hitting the back of your throat.

"Just like that baby you're so good for me" Nanami groaned out almost whiney moan like sounds. You moan onto his dick causing small vibrations on his dick. Your mouth was starting to salivate, with spit bubbles smearing across your chin and falling down to his balls. "You look so pretty like this."

The 'this' he was referring to was your makeup, now smeared from the tears rolling down your eyes. The way you started up at him desperate plea reflected in your eyes, showing that all you wanted in that moment was to please him. The spatters of tears and spit adorned your face, your hair all frizzy and out of place.

"Look at you, taking my dick you look so fucking pathetic." Nanami continued to ram his dick down your throat. His dick twitching in your mouth signaling that he was close "hah fuck~ baby I'm close ." He groaned, biting his lip, furrowing his brows together, throwing his head trying not to close his eyes squeezing his hands together.

As you fet his warm cum oozing down your throat leaking from his tip he kept going at the same pace but beginning to slow down slightly. "You're doing so well pretty just a little longer for me," he said, taking pleasure in the sight of you struggling to breathe as you felt your tip of your nose make contact with the base of his cock forcing you to hold it and stay there until he was ready to let you up. The very small sadistic part of him loving the sound of you gagging and choking on his cock as he grips onto your hair tightly, forcing you to stay in place as you start to lose vision from the tears welding in your eyes again making your eyesight to go fuzzy.

He finally let you up, having a pop sound from him being released from your mouth. As you gasped, coming back up for air after him releasing his harsh grip on you. "Fuck Kento why so mean." you wiped your face with your sleeve to which he just smirked you" Don't act like you don't know why you brought this upon yourself c'mon." he picked up off the floor making you straddle him as he walked to your old shared bedroom.

Nanami gently laid you onto his lap pulling off your shorts as his fingers began toying with your clothed clit rubbing it ever so slightly. "I miss you. I miss us." Nanami gripped your lacy panties, pulling them off you with precision and ease you sitting on his lap.

"Look at you" he spoke pressing his thumb onto your clit running his thumb up and down your wet folds. "Kento, please." You began to grind your hips against his thumb. But Nanami's grip on your waist tightens, halting your movements as removes from your clit making you whine out in response.

"Relax love patience." Nanami brings his thumb back it grazing over your swollen clit playing with the softness of your flesh feeling that was so slimy and wet. You let out a hitched breath in surprise at how sensitive you were, with his hand on your back holding you still so he could slide his finger down your hole and pushing into your gummy walls." You know I'm gonna take good care of you."

You threw your head back, feeling his lips pepper kisses all over the side of your neck, Nanami's finger thrusting inside you so slow with your walls clamping around him. "Can I kiss you?" You nodded your head yes as you began to subconsciously grind your hips on his fingers feeling hus hardend cock rubbing against your ass. Your mouth parted as you threw your head back and not even being able to kiss him back. "You're driving me crazy you know." Nanami's lips went down to kiss your jaw, then down to your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, careful not to leave a mark.

Your mouth was hanging open as his thick fingers curved up and thrusted deeply into you as your back arched, causing your fingers to start gripping tightly onto his forearm. "hah~ken-." Nanami's fingers began moving faster, making you begin to let out choked moans. "It feels good, huh? need you to tell me how good it feels love." Nanami let out a low groan against your ear with a small hint of neediness laced in his voice.

"It feels sooo good kento so good" you babbled out your hips, beginning to grind faster on his fingers, chasing your high. You saw the smirk on Nanami's face as his fingers gradually began slowing down inside of you, making you whine out in response. "please please please I need more kento, please." You let out whines tears welding in the corners of your eyes at the lack of pleasure.

Nanami placed a kiss on your lips."Does he make you feel like this the same way I do? Nanami's fingers began to pick up slightly, but not enough for you to be satisfied." There's just something about the way I make you feel, right? So good, like no one else can?"

"No one makes me feel like this only you, only you." Nanami took his two fingers plunging them in and out of your warm moist cunt. "Your doing so well darling." Nanami took his other hand running his finger tips along your smooth skin. He brung his hand up to your breast squeezing and toying with your hardened nipples adding to the pleasure.

"Ahhh~" your squirmed in Nanami's lap as his thumb began to rub circles on your clit increasing the pleasure his grip preventing you from moving to much."fuck baby" Nanami groaned in your ear as he felt you clenching around him."You're doing so good for me love almost there. You back arched off of him as the rubbing on your clit increased causing your mouth to part choked moans leaving your mouth.

"Fuckkkk~" you tightly grasped Nanami's forearm, pulling yourself up as the wave of ecstasy approached rapidly. Sensations heightened, toes curled, and eyes rolled back as you felt the knot unraveling in your stomach as you creamed all over his fingers Nanami, began to gradually eased slow his pace, his fingers lingering in the aftermath. As he withdrew his fingers, still slick with your warmth, he placed them in your mouth, making your eyes go wide.

"Go ahead and taste yourself and how much you creamed all over my fingers." Your tongue overlapped his fingers and sucked them clean as Nanami chewed on his lip that you look so good sucking on his fingers. your mouth was so warm and tongue so soft, you pulled his fingers back then his lips interlocked with your lips to taste you as well

Nanami held a firm hand grip on your neck, drawing your bodies closer as his lips locked onto yours as your tongues swirled around his breathy moans were escaping both of you. As the heat escalated, he pulled you even closer, and Nanami layed your body down on the bed, placing your head underneath a pillow as his hand and went down to pull his hardened dick out of his boxers.

"So fucking wet god you were made for me" Nanami lined his dick to your entrance with his dick griding his tip agaist your folds collecting your slick on his cock and combining it with his pre cum. "Just put it in, please." You were sensitive, growing very impatient with his antics. His dick contintiouly grinding against your clit. "You can wait, my love, patience."

Nanami leaned down and buried kisses on your neck, going down to your chest. Your arm wrapped around his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss before you parted your lips in shock no words being able to come out as his dick quickly rutted into you, causing your nails to dig deeply into his skin at the sensation.

Your hand went onto his lower abdomen to try slow his deep thrust down. Your legs are being placed on top of shoulders, making it so your wet hole was getting stretched out more. It had been a while since you two had done anything sexual and Nanami groaned at your cunt was squeezing him so tightly "c'mon baby i know you can take it. You can take it for me, right?"

"Yes, yes, I can," Nanamis hand rested on your knees, making himself able to make his thrust go deeper. Nanami tilted his head down, seeing his dick glossed with your clear juices"fuck~ You feel so good, so fucking good~" Nanami kept going seeing your perky breast bouching up and down agaist the fabric.

Your cervix was being constantly abused by Nanami's cockhead, as he kept repeatedly kissing your cervix with his thick cock. "H-hah, Nanami~ too much." Nanami's dick felt choked by your walls. Suddenly, his forearms slipped from under your legs, gripping to your ankles, pulling your legs against your chest .His other hand quickly gripped your free hand as he stopped you from pushing him away. "C'mon, baby, i know you can take it. Take my dick, please~"

Your eyes shot open and your back arched up off the bed as Nanami's thumb went over to your swollen clit rubbing it sensually "Mhm there you go" you felt your muscles quickly becoming tense with your warmth clenching around his cock "kenn~"You let out a raspy moan as Nanami continued to rub your clit and stroke his dick deep inside your pussy, almost tearing the sheets off as you felt it your high quickly approaching you.

Your body finally gave in as you quickly creamed all over his dick squeezing him tightly "fuck love" Nanami groaned looking down seeing the base of his cock coverd in a white ring with your cum. he continued to thrust, making you whine and cry out even louder. " too much kento, pleaseeee." Before you could even react, he pulled his dick out and turned you over so you were lying on your stomach.

"Just a little more for me. I know you got it." You were only trying to keep it together for the sake of Nanami, which is why your arch was very sloppy and poor. nanami entered his cock back in you thrusting deeply. You threw your ass back onto his cock, grinding against his skin, trying your best to match his thrust. "inside cum inside please." You blabbed out as you felt his thrust getting sloppier as well as his dick begining to twitch inside you signaling how close he was.

Nanami gripped your scalp, pulling your hair thrusting into you faster and deeper, having the back of your body up against his chest ."Kennn" you groaned out Nanami knew you were just cock drunk and just saying things for the purpose of saying things." Made just for me your just for me right?"

"Im yours only yours kento made just for you." Nanami couldn't bring himself to pull out of you, feeling you still squeezing him so tightly on the urge of your own release again. So he didn't it would be tomorrow's problem as you felt his warm creamy seed filling up your cunt you both groaned out Nanami's thumb rubbing on your clit brining you to the edge.

"iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou." You incoherently mumbled nanamis thrust slowing down before you both groaned in each other's ears nanami flippling you back over to face him."I love you too." Nanami pecked your lips.

"Hah~ken" Nanami played with both of yalls cum pushing it in and out of you before he dropped down do his knees pulling your cunt closer to his face. "You got one more in you, right?" You quickly nodded your head, yes Your head leaned back, as his finger inserted into your wet hole and his tongue flicking against your swollen clit his tounge tasting the sweetness and saltiness of yalls cum mixing them together"mmm~" Your legs were trying to close, but Nanamis hands on your thighs kept them open as you slowly felt his tongue circling around your swollen clit.

his fingers were thrusting in and out of you, your walls clamping down on him, whines from you filling up the room." So fucking wet." He muffled as you began to shudder and felt his tongue pressing against your clit, causing you to sqruim agaist his tounge

You were whining and whimpering the way his tounge was moving in and out of you flicking against your clit and his fingers thrusting into you. His tongue is doing tricks on you, makimg a figure-eight motion on clit. Your body moved, trying to get away from him as it was too much for you. You already felt the knot forming into your stomach

you cooed out his name as his lips began to suck on your clit with your back arching that he was rubbing all over your delicacy. your hands grasped on the cushion and eyes getting glossy of his finger thrusting in and out of you at the same time, you were feeling tingles all over your nerves and leg pushing his head to bury against your flesh. his hand grasped your thigh as his dick was throbbing that your moans and your pussy was so good to him.

His lips sucking on your clit as you cooed out his name"your doing so good ken i love you so much." You arched your back feeling him rub all over your delicacy. With your hands firmly gripping his hair and your eyes glossy from his finger's simultaneous thrusts in and out of you, you were experiencing sensations throughout your body your hands pushing his head futher into your wet cunt His dick was throbbing from your moans, and your pretty pussy was so good to him and only him.

Your hands began to shake, and your body couldn't stop moving around to try and get away. Then, it was your legs and the forming in your lower stomach getting even bigger. "Fuck Ken to much please," you cried out, pushing his head more between your legs then rapidly, then a warm, clear liquidity fluid rushed out onto his face as you sqruited on him.

"Damn baby." Ypu softly moaned at his tongue, forcing into your mouth tasting both of you on his tongue, his hand resting on your neck, making the kiss deeper. He pulled away, leaving a trail of spit that was connected to both of your lips."C'mon, let me make you a bath."

Nanami ran you a bubble bath, putting your body gently into the tub. He got in afterward, putting your back up against his chest. "I miss you so much baby sorry I wasn't there for you and got to caught up in work." Nanami kissed the back of your head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"When will I be able to take you out on a date?" Nanami sounded like he had a certain neediness in his voice, scared of your anger. " You can take me out tonight, kento, but if you want us back together, you have to show that you changed and you won't get so caught up in work anymore. " I won't. I promise I love you."

"I love you too."

Basically since the beginning of your adventure with the companions, you and Astarion had found yourselves drawn to each other. First as friends, but then quickly into a sexual situation. A way to satiate yourselves, and to have a bit of shining light in the darkness that was all the doom and gloom and battle and blood.

"Oh?" Astarion asked, his mouth dangerously close to your neck, "And what did you actually come in here for?" His voice was melodic, almost a purr. You felt his fangs lightly drag across your neck - enough to leave a scratch, but not enough to break skin. You gasped.

"F-for the book," You were able to choke out, one of your hands finding his hair. You ran your fingers through his locks, earning a quick moan from Astarion, "The book I lent you last week. I know you're done reading it, so-"

"You came all the way across camp in a rain storm for a book you could easily get from me tomorrow?" He pulled away, his eyes twinkling. It was bullshit, and he knew it. "Is that why both of our clothes are off, and were discarded on the floor within 45 seconds of you coming into my tent, my pet?"

"Um..." You bit your lip and both of you smiled, "I'm easily distracted." You tried to argue, but Astarion's lips were on you again, his tongue quickly finding yours. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed his body on yours, his erection pressing into your stomach. Thunder clapped outside, causing you to jump, which caused Astarion to wrap his arm around your back tighter, bringing you closer.

"What do you want, my darling? Tell me," He pulled away from your mouth, but his lips were still touching yours. Your heart pounded in your chest from his breath on your face, "Tell me what you want." His voice was velvet smooth, causing your stomach to clench. You groaned, unable to stop yourself - how did this fucking man know exactly what to say, and exactly what to do to get you going?

"I want your cock in my mouth," You said quickly, it coming out as one breath. His eyebrows raised and he smirked, wordlessly pushing himself to the edge of the bed to give you space. Looking down at his erection, you felt a wave of heat rush to your clit, unable to contain yourself.

Before he could even lay down, your mouth was on his cock hungrily. He moaned in surprise, his voice echoing off the tent walls. Immediately your mouth filled with spit as you worked on his thick member, using your tongue the exact way you knew he loved. His hands found their way into your hair and pulled, causing you to grip the blankets underneath your hands.

"Hells, you're so fucking good," Astarion grumbled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, "Deeper." He commanded.

You made your way fully down on his member, causing his hips to buck in your mouth. You felt your eyes water a bit, and pulled up, taking your mouth completely off of his cock. "Does that feel good?" You toyed, pumping him in your hand. He moved his head back to look at you, his eyes a deep red. You watched the end of his mouth turn up in the shadow of a smile.

Suddenly, the rain started to beat harder against the tent walls.

In one swift movement, Astarion's hand grabbed your chin, pull you on top of him. His member, slick with your spit and precum, slid against your body, causing you to gasp. He looked between your eyes before hungrily crashing his lips against yours again, this time pulling your hair roughly.

"Not as good as it'll feel when I'm inside of you." He said in your ear, before biting your lobe. You moaned loudly, the noise getting lost in the rain.

"Then fuck me."

"Say please."

"Please, Astarion! I need you."

"You need me to what?"

"To fuck me. I need your dick inside of me." You reached down to his cock and started to pump him again, causing Astarion to erupt a small moan from his lips. He looked into your eyes one final time before he flipped you below him.

"On your stomach." He said, waiting patiently. He was sitting high up on his knees, looking down on you. Now, his cock was in his own hand and he stroked it slowly, taking the full length of his member in his palm. He didn't break eye contact as you got on your belly. Soon, you felt him spread your legs gently, and his body weight pressed on top of you.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll be screaming to the gods by the end of it." He murmured in your ear. You shuddered at his voice, and soon you felt him lining himself up at your entrance.

"Oh, Astarion..." You breathe, your thoughts becoming a jumbled mess. You heard him chuckle before he continued on.

"Are you ready?" He asked. You felt like you couldn't speak, your stomach was so clenched in anticipation. You nodded, and almost instantly his cock was deep inside of you, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. You called out, lifting your head. As you lifted your head, Astarion took hold of your hair and pulled.

"Gods, you are so fucking tight." He groaned, every word accentuated by a thrust inside of you. You clapped you hand over your mouth so you wouldn't cry out, but he pulled it away, "Don't. I want everyone to hear."

"Fuck, Astarion!" You called out, his hands finding your hips for better leverage. You felt a heat start to rise within you, causing you to breath harder. "Don't stop! Right there-"

"Right there?" He purred, his voice teasing, "Right there and I'm going to make my good girl come?"

"Yes!" You moaned, his voice ripping through you, "Yes right there and I'm going to come. Don't stop!"

The sound of his cock pounding into you filled the tent as your mind became foggy. The pleasure started to soften the sides of your vision as Astarion gripped your hips, definitely leaving marks for tomorrow. As your words turned into incoherent noises, you felt Astarion thrust into you harder, making sure you felt filled.

"Show me you're a good girl," He murmured, his voice steady; in control. As Astarion often was - in control. It drove you crazy, usually the catalyst in tipping you over the edge. "Be my good girl and come for me."

Finally, you felt yourself spill over him as you cried out his name - the heat rose completely in you and for a moment, Astarion stopped thrusting in you, taking his hands and wrapping them around your waist, so that he could feel your orgasm completely. With your head so close to his, he whispered words of praise in your ear - "Good girl. That's it - come for me. Let me feel it. Give me all of it."

You panted, your thoughts finally starting to align again. As you regained control of your body, Astarion gently flipped you over. Spreading your legs open, he entered you again slowly, earning a whimper from you. Two thrusts in and he caused you to throw your head back, crying his name.

"That's it - that's my girl," He hissed, speeding his thrusts up slowly, "Let me see that pretty face, darling. Your pretty face is going to make me come."

"Astarion, FUCK. You feel so good!" You couldn't help yourself as he started again, one of his hands finding it's way to your erect nipples. He pinched and palmed your tits as they bounced with every thrust - the sight of your body bouncing, and your face calling his name, he wasn't far behind you with an orgasm. But, he wanted it to last...

He wanted to wear you out.

It was always so sexy seeing you struggle in the following days, knowing that he alone was the cause.

"Your cock...feels so good..." You panted, your hands finding their way to his shoulder blades. Thunder clapped again, drowning out the scream you cried as Astarion hit your spot. Once he realized how crazy he was driving you, he smiled.

"All for you," He grunted, "This cock is all for you." Sweat beaded at his temples as he stared into your eyes. They were dark, hungry - he started to get the glint in his eyes that he would before he was sent over the edge.

Astarion pounded into so hard that the bed groaned under the pressure. You could feel Astarion's body start to tense above you, so you gripped Astarion's ass, pushing him deeper into you.

The extra effort made you start to see stars, and Astarion was on the same page; "I'm close," He grunted, touching his forehead to yours, "Hells, you're going to make me come."

"Come for me," You breathed, placing a sloppy, rough kiss on his lips, "Come for me."

Suddenly, Astarion called out your name, and you felt him spill into you. The tension in his body reached his climax and gradually released, his body laying completely on top of you.

The only noise in the tent - besides the pounding rain - was your and Astarion's breathing. The shallow, quick breaths turned into deeper, heftier breaths and you regained your composure, the heating slowly leaving your body.

"Gods, you're beautiful." Astarion murmured, brushing your sweaty hair behind your ear gently. He delicately placed a kiss on your lips as he slid down to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you tight. You sighed contently, running a hand over his side and snuggling your head closer into his shoulder. A moment of silence passed before you spoke.

"I did actually come here for that book, you know." You teased, causing him to chuckle.

"Oh? Would you like me to go get it for you then?" He asked, pretending to get out of bed. You giggled and gently pushed him back down.

"Shut up," You playfully scolded him, "I just wanted to let you know that I didn't just come here to seduce you."

"But darling, it's so much fun getting seduced by you." He looked at you and smirked, his eyes sparkling. You rolled your eyes and placed a kiss on his mouth.

"Well...I guess I'll have to let you borrow my books more often, then."

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My first time doing smut with no plot - I'm gonna be honest, I don't know how I feel about it yet! What did you all think?

Nature calls to you, as it always had. The sounds of the forest have always been your favourite. Silvanus' creations had made you feel complete. The moss between your toes, and the swaying of trees; you had never felt so much peace during such perilous times. It's at times like this you are gracious for your god's teachings; nature is chaotic as it is gentle, and things will sort them out- if that is what is determined. This is how you kept such a level head during this adventure. Some of your companions saw your level-headedness as worrisome, but you always remind them that to persevere is in the forest's nature, and so it is in yours.

No good ever came from stressing over obstacles in your life.

"If you could stop thinking about the grass for five seconds, I'd appreciate you listening to me. Tch- tree huggers." Astarion tells you annoyed. You look into his crimson eyes and smirk.

"This tree hugger is your key to freedom. Unless you forgot about the tadpole in your brain." Astarion's eyes widen, before he smirks.

"Keep talking dirty, sweetheart. Might not resist taking a bite~" You chuckle.

"Settle down. Like I told you beforehand, we must seek out the Archdruid Halsin before we continue our journey. Nobody could come close to him in terms of knowledge-" Lae'zel rolls her eyes.

"Nobody could come close to the information about the ghaik than us githyanki. You istik entertain such useless ideas." You roll your eyes at her. Before you could speak up, Shadowheart speaks to the githyanki.

"Yes. I'm sure your barbaric race would know much more." She says sarcastically. "I, on the other hand, would much rather any other option besides yours." Before Lae'zel could fight back, Karlach speaks to them both.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss already. Wasting time when we could be slaying goblins and getting closer to being free. Stop fucking around and listen to (Y/N)." You nod your head in appreciation to the tiefling.

"Besides, even if Archdruid Halsin does not know how to help us, he may offer his services regardless. Leaving him with the goblins is a fate worse than death. His ally-ship will be indispensable." This appeases those in the group who were unsure of your leadership.

"Always the cunning one, aren't you sweetheart." Astarion speaks up. You turn your head and wink.

"Let's push forward and assist in any way we can." Wyll speaks up. Gale nods, looking over our group.

"Let's be smart and proactive, we do not want to lose eachother, nor do we want to get caught. We shall stay in hiding for as long as possible. Stealth is the best way forward with our little information we have." Astarion taps your chin.

"I like you like this." You smirk at him before leading the group to the Goblin Camp.

After killing every goblin in the vicinity, you all venture forward to a cage where a bear is roaming.

"A bear. He was probably going to be goblin fodder." Astarion says, smirking.

"Hush. Poor thing was being attacked by these goblins." Karlach speaks to him, bumping her shoulder into Astarions. He gasps, the wind being knocked out of him.

"Careful. I bruise like a peach!" He tells her angrily. She chuckles.

"And you're just as bitter as a rotten tomato-" Astarion bristles. You cut him off.

"Settle down, girls. We have time for play later. Show some respect. That bear is our charge." You unlock the iron gate before walking in alone.

"I don't think that's a good idea-" Gale says worriedly, but you shush him. When the bear makes eye contact with you, you see the gold swirling in his eyes. His mouth opens to show his sharp teeth, a warning.

You bow down infront of the bear, laying a hand out towards his snout.

"Are you sure that's... wise, sweetheart?" Astarion asks, concerned. You ignore him before speaking.

"Archdruid Halsin, it is my absolute honour to stand before you. We have come here to free you from your imprisonment and bring you back to the Emerald Grove. May Silvanus preserve us." Without a beat, the bear transforms into a tall, handsome, elf. Your eyes widen at his stature, but more at his beauty.

"Ah, a fellow druid. Silvanus has certainly looked upon me in favour. Thank you for assisting me." You realize you are still kneeling, at crotch level with the Archdruid. Your eyes flicker to his pelvis, and eyes widen at what you see. You rise to your full height, which makes you eye level with his chest. Your head tilts to look into his eyes, and notice him watching you, with a small smirk. He saw you gazing at him, how embarrassing.

"Of course, Archdruid Halsin." He shakes his head softly, braids swaying with the movement.

"Please, call me Halsin. My savior shouldn't have to call me by such a title." You nod, before looking over your shoulder at your companions. They are all looking at the tall elf in shock.

"He just- he just turned into a man!" Astarion says out loud. You chuckle.

"Yes. My preferred wild shape is a bear." He responds to the shorter elf, not looking away from you, glancing over you in curiousity. You turn back to look at him. Your eyes stay locked while you speak to your party.

"Let us leave. We will bring Halsin back to the Emerald Grove and then we can rest. I want to wash off this gods-awful goblin blood before it stains my armour." Everyone nods at that. They turn to walk out, ready to escort Halsin back. You follow your group, Gale and Wyll leading you all forward.

"Thank you, little flower. I truly appreciate you aiding me." Halsin whispers to you, matching your strides behind the group. Little flower... the nickname made you giddy. You blush softly, the heat reaching to the peaks of your ears.

"I can't leave a fellow druid behind. Especially with what those goblins were doing to you." You shake your head, looking over him and the dried blood that caked him from his wild shape form. He chuckles at your worried gaze.

"Nonetheless, the Oakfather has blessed me with your assistance. I am indebted to you for life." You turn to look at him, his easy smile and warm eyes making you feel something... magical.

"The Oakfather has blessed us many times anew. The air we breathe, the ground we walk upon, the forests. But alas, I did come to release you because we need your assistance-" His eyes widen lightly, before he looks down at you.

"What do you need, little flower?" The way he speaks to you is soft, unconcerned of the questions you will ask him. His caring nature speaks to the softest parts of you.

"I will ask you once we bring you to the Emerald Grove. However, I must warn you-" You stop walking and grab his arm. Holy hells his arms are buff. You must have paused for a moment too long.

"What is wrong?" You shake your head at your own thoughts. You're acting like a toddler, instead of the adult elf you are.

"At the Emerald Grove... Kagha is planning to do the Rite of Thorns, and is releasing all the Tiefling refugees..." Halsin's eyes almost bug out of his head.

"We must stop them! That rite does more harm than good! Those Tieflings... fleeing towards death. It is not right!" You tell him passionately. He takes your hand from off his arm and grips it in both his large hands.

" We will stop them, little one." You nod. He continues to hold your hand.

"The shadow curse has been on my mind for so long, I cannot believe I trusted such a-" He shakes his head, cutting himself off.

"We will continue our trek and once we stop the rite, I will tell you all you need to know." You bite your lip.

"If I could help carry your burdens, I would." He chuckles, a light blush appearing on the apples of his cheeks.

"I'm sure you would, little flower. Now, let us continue our journey. I appreciate you warning me." He lets go of your hand and waves his hand out, gesturing you to go forward, so you do. You can't help the chill that you feel when his hands release yours.

After stopping the rite, you did speak to Halsin about the tadpoles. He sighs when he says he cannot heal you of your affliction. A shiver of fear goes through your body. If someone as knowledgeable with healing like Halsin cannot heal you, you cannot imagine how to move forward. Its then that he tells you that the Shadow-Cursed Lands may be the key to assisting you in your journey. You bite your lip worriedly.

"I will continue to assist you. I will follow your party and do what I can. Not only for the cursed lands, but also for you." He says it with such conviction, such passion, you cannot help but feel safe and warmed from his sentiments.

"I feel indebted to you Halsin. Truly." He shakes his head.

"You will be helping me much more than I, you." You smile up at him. He cannot help but be captured by the radiance of your smile. Oakfather preserve him, you are the most beautiful of his creations.

"I will help you with this shadow curse. Take back nature and restore balance. I just hope I don't grow any tentacles in that time." You say humourlessly, your laugh hollow. He grabs your chin with his hand, his thumb stroking the side of your face.

"I promise on all of the Oakfather's creations, I will not let anything happen to you." Your eyes flutter, and you glance down at his lips before looking back into his eyes.

"Thank you." You whisper to him. His attention is taken elsewhere, and his hand caresses down your neck before releasing you, and moving to the Tiefling asking for him.

You feel this feral need to have him, to help him. You're attracted to him, and you can tell this will be problematic. Oakfather preserve you.

That night, the Tieflings throw a party for you all. The music is loud, and you can see them enjoying themselves. You look over your companions and see all of them enjoying themselves; albeit in their own ways. While looking over the festivities, you see Halsin standing away, gazing over the festivities and people watching. Your eyes make contact and you blush.

"This wine tastes like goblin piss." Astarion tells you, gagging on the swig he just took. You chuckle at him, breaking eye contact with the handsome druid to look over at the vampire.

"Not your type of red drink?" You ask him flirtedly. He smirks at you and leans into you.

"No, sweetheart. My type of red is standing right next to me, as radiant as ever." His face gets close to your neck and he sniffs you deeply.

"All of a sudden, I am thirsting for something else." He tells you. You chuckle at his advances.

"Are you now?" You flirt back. He smirks down at you.

"You're much more fun to speak to like this, sweetheart. I can't help but want a taste." You giggle at him, before taking the wine from his hand and taking a couple mouthfuls.

"Oh gods it does taste like goblin's piss." You splutter out. He laughs at your turmoil.

"Oh darling, you make me laugh." He tells you. You grin at him.

"Glad my misfortunes bring you joy." He smiles at you, sharp teeth glinting in the campfire's light.

"Mm. The only thing that would bring me more joy in this moment is having a taste of you." His voice lowers to a whisper. You roll your eyes.

"Easy there. If I didn't know you better I'd say you're a bard, singing my praises so I could follow you to your tent for the night." You push his chest gently.

"I'm sure I can make you sing, sweetheart." He tells you, looking at you with a smirk.

"As much fun as we would have, I think you've had enough to drink." You tell him jokingly, waving the bottle of wine in his face. You take another swig, and swallow down the bitterness. You go to walk forward, the alcohol driving you to your destination; Halsin.

"Ah, my little flower! It seems you were having fun." Halsin tells you, smile on his face. The crease between his brows tells you that he'd much rather had been the one sniffing your neck, rather than Astarion. You feel a rush of confidence surge through you, aided by the alcohol in your system.

"I decided to turn my attentions elsewhere." You tell him confidently. He smirks at your words.

"Is that so? Well, I am honoured to have such attentions on me." He tells you in a whisper. You almost whimper at his words, feeling hot. You feel as though molten lava has replaced the blood in your veins, and the heat is centralized at the apex of your thighs. You rub them lightly, which catches the elder druid's attention.

"You could have much more than attentions on you tonight, Master Halsin." Your voice lowers to a whisper, and the effect is immediate. His eyes shine golden and his smile becomes wider, more primal. Just like in the Goblin Camp, it was a warning.

"Is that so, little flower? Are you offering yourself to me?" He asks you gently, taking a step forward. You are now flush with his body, and the carvings on his undershirt graze the peaks of your breasts deliciously, hardening them. You moan quietly, looking up at the gargantuan man through your eyelids.

"I'd like to explore you, Master Halsin. See if those rumours of your... generosity are true." You feel his arm wrap around your waist, his hand resting at the small of your back. His fingers seem to tighten, digging softly into your skin.

"You seem to enjoy calling me by my honourifics." You hum, smirking at him.

"I'm just calling you by title. You would like to be my master, would you not?" He growls lowly, much like a bear would.

"You're playing a dangerous game, little one." He tells you huskily. You giggle at him.

"The only games I would like to play are with you, Master." In his eyes you can see him having an inner battle. You take the hand on your waist in yours, which snaps him out of his inner turmoil. The alcohol is rushing through you now, your (very little) inhibitions non-existent now. You pull it closer to your face, before taking a thick finger in your mouth and worshipping it. You kiss at the pad of his forefinger before licking it; inevitably taking it into your mouth and sucking on it softly. He watches you entranced, groaning softly as you let go of his finger with a pop. You take his hand in yours, and pull him towards the edge of the camp, leading to the forest. Once you find the small grove in the forest, you let go of his hand, spinning in place and enjoying the silence of nature. He stays at the edge of the tree line, watching you with sharp eyes.

"Little flower-" Halsin says softly. You turn to look at the man with a smile.

"Our worries are for dawn. With the moonlight shining on us, and the trees as our witness, I would like to show you the pleasures of the flesh, as nature intended." He groans loudly now, far enough from the camp that your voices would not carry.

"I'm afraid to lose myself. The beast-" You pull off your nightshirt, exposing your breasts in the moonlight. You then pull off your pants and undergarments in one shot, fully baring yourself to his sight. He inhales deeply, eyes looking at you up and down multiple times. You begin to to dance sensually, your hips seeming to beckon him forward. He takes a couple of uncertain steps.

"Halsin. I am not one so easily afraid of beasts. Let me help you forget your woes for a night." His resolve seems to crumble, and he runs to you, leaving you both chest to chest.

"Little flower, I will devour you-" You moan, pulling his hair to bring him to your lips. His chapped lips touch yours, and it feels as if there is magic flowing through your bodies. His hands find purchase under your thighs, lifting you up into him. Your legs wrap around his waist, and you moan into his mouth. His tongue prods at the seam of your lips, persuading you to open your mouth to his. Your tongues find each other, and a battle of dominance begins. You lose easily, his gifted tongue prodding and licking at yours with wanton need. You release each other to inhale deeply. He inhales from his nose and groans.

"I can smell your need, little one." You whimper, looking into his eyes.

"You're overdressed, Master Halsin. Allow me to undress you." He lets you down out of his embrace, and you begin to untuck his sleepshirt out from his pants and over his head. You begin to untie his pants, helping him out of them as well. That's when you notice he is wearing no undergarments, and his cock is thick and long, closer to the length of your forearm. You whimper, falling to your knees and looking up at him.

"You don't need to please me-" You cut him off.

"I want your cock to hit the back of my throat until I am unable to speak." He moans loudly, before your hand grasps him at the shaft.

"The Oakfather blessed me with such a giving partner. I- Oh Silvanus-" You take him in your mouth, licking at the tip. You taste his musk, and he tastes like pine and mint, and something that makes you absolutely feral. Without a care for your own wellbeing, you try to swallow him whole, his tip hitting the back of your throat, and then some. He groans, eyes closing as one hand finding itself locked in your hair and the other forming a fist at his thigh.

"That's right little druid, take Master's cock into the back of your throat." His voice goes down an octave, and you feel a rush of slick leave you. Taking him out of your mouth, you kiss the shaft downward until you take his heavy balls in your mouth and suckle. You're panting with need, moaning into his skin. You let go of him, one hand stroking his cock and the other inching down your body to touch your cunt. He looks down at you then with hooded eyes, and moans again.

"Are you touching your needy cunt, little flower? I cannot wait to fill you with my seed until your entire being is satiated." You moan, needing him back in your mouth. You remove the hand on his shaft and deepthroat him again, only getting two thirds of his member into your mouth. You hear your need, the wet sounds coming from your pussy only arousing you further. He begins to thrust into your mouth and you choke on him. After making sure you were alright, he continues his movements, thrusts getting rougher. The hand in your hair tightens and pulls you off his cock, as he growls.

"I will pound your quim until you are unable to walk without my healing, little one." His hands grip your upper arms and lifts you up to stand. Your face is smeared with his precum and your spittle. Once you are stable on your two feet, he kisses you passionately and you moan into him. His hands are touching you everywhere. His touch is searing hot. His hands find themselves at your breasts, rubbing and pinching the peaks of them.

"O-Oh Halsin. Don't stop." He chuckles into your ear.

"I'm not planning to stop until dawn shows itself." You whimper at his words, thrusting your chest deeper into his ministrations. You hear Halsin whisper before your hands are being pulled behind you, tightly grasped. Your feet are also held up, spreading your legs open. You notice that vines grew from the ground and are holding you up like a platter to Halsin.

"As much as I love your touch, little one, I don't want you to push me off when I get a taste of your ambrosia." You moan loudly, almost caterwauling for the elder druid.

His large hands caress up your leg, massaging the skin of your calves, before going higher.

"I wish you could see yourself as I do in this moment, little flower. You're exquisite; truly one of Silvanus' greatest creations." You blush, heaving.

"H-Halsin, please-" He chuckles at your enthusiasm.

"Don't fret, you will be chanting my name soon enough." His confidence is addicting, you could feel how drenched you were even with your legs spread so far apart. His hands finally reach close to your core, and he spreads your slit further open to look at you. You could feel your hole contracting, as if begging for an intrusion.

"By the gods... Look at your tight cunt begging for my cock. Can't wait to have a taste." You feel his breath on you. You look down and see him watching you, as his hands slide up to your breasts to play with your nipples like he had before. The first stroke of his tongue on your clit sent a sensation of pleasure up your spine. You struggle against your bonds, with an insatiable urge to grasp his hair and tug him deeper into you.

His tongue then ventures lower, tasting your essence. He moans loudly into your body, the vibrations of his moan pleasing you greatly. He continues licking you, tasting you as he tweaks your nipples, tugging before massaging. You felt powerless against the bonds, barely hearing anything more than the rush of blood in your ears.

"Your nectar... is just like honey. I can't wait to have you cum on my tongue multiple times." You moan. You can tell you're already close to your precipice, his words, moans and tongue vibrating and licking against your clit deliciously.

"Please... please Master Halsin-" He groans at the honourific. He plunges his tongue into you, lapping you at your source. His nose nudges your clit and that sets off your orgasm. You feel yourself leak onto him, his tongue cleaning your mess. You're shaking with oversensitivity, but he does not stop. One of the hands on your breast caress back down the length of your body, before he pulls away from your core. He grins up at you as he thrusts two of his thick fingers into you. He curls them, as you begin to shake harder.

"That's it, little one. Let all those in the forest know who is making you feel like this, making you cum and feel pleasure-" His words go straight to your core, and more of your slick leaks around his fingers.

"Halsin-H-Halsin- Oh GODS-" His lips wrap around your clit, sucking and licking at you. The attention was too much; you cum again. This time, you can feel much more than slick leave your body- did I squirt? You wonder to yourself, as your body is now lashing against the constraints. You didn't have much time to think about it, as he pulls his fingers out to taste you, moaning. You look down at him, panting. He spreads you open again, this time with both hands, before his tongue is back in you, tasting you like you were water and he was a man dehydrated. You whimper, begging him to give you reprieve. He pulls off of you, his mouth and chin covered in your release. He was panting, his eyes glowing a bright amber.

"You have no idea what you unleashed, little one." He growls out. You feel the vines dissipate. You're laid on the forest ground gently. Before he could move, you flip yourself over with enthusiasm, laying your upper body parallel to the floor and your lower body in the air. You wiggle your ass, one of your hands going between your legs and spreading yourself open. You look over your shoulder and look him directly in the eye. He is watching you with wonder, before you speak.

"Breed me, Master Halsin. Empty your seed in me and fuck me into a stupor." He growls, before kneeling behind you.

"I'll make sure you can't walk for weeks, little one. I'll spread you nice and good." You feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. He rubs himself up and down your slit, gathering your juices.

"Look how wet you are. Such a good little druid for me." You whimper at his words. Without warning he thrust into you, going to the hilt. His heavy balls hit against your clit, and your mouth goes open in a silent scream. He begins a brutal pace, pounding into you. One of his hands reach around your body, his large hand grasping your neck. His hold is tight, but not painfully so. You feel lightheaded, all your senses being overwhelmed by the Archdruid. You feel as though your floating, the only thing tying you to this plane of existence is the continuous thrusts from the elf behind you. You felt as though you were split open repeatedly, his cock reaching places in you that you were unsure existed before today. He growls as he pounds into you, and you begin to feel claws against your neck, before they retract.

"You make me feral, little one. I'm gonna fill you with my seed, fill you with pups." You moan, breathless. His thrusts begin to falter, but they seem to go deeper. You feel yourself fluttering around him, as you gasp.

"I-I'm close." You whisper to him. He groans.

"I feel you fluttering around me, little one." He chokes out. After a handful of thrusts he cums with a shout, and you constrict around him, cumming once more. You feel his seed in you, so abundant that it leaks out around him. You both pant for a couple seconds. He releases your neck and you gasp an inhale.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks you softly. You shake your head enthusiastically.

"N-no. Oh gods Halsin. I am unsure how I will walk right ever again." You tell him breathlessly. He chuckles at that, caressing your back and thighs with gentleness. You feel him slowly pull out of you, taking care to not punish your core anymore. You whimper at the loss, feeling your mixed spend leaking out of you. He flips you over softly, wanting to look you over. His hand goes to finger you lazily. You shriek, body seizing up.

"Not a drop goes to waste." He tells you huskily. After a couple moments, he pulls his fingers out too, and directs them to your mouth. You suckle on the digits, the taste arousing you once more. You both look into each other's eyes as you did this. Once he removes his fingers from your mouth, his lips replace it, tasting both of you on his tongue. He groans into your lips. You kiss for a couple moments, before you both need to separate so you could inhale. You felt utterly spent. He goes to lie down next to you, and your eyes follow him.

His hands begin to massage your sore muscles, before pulling you onto him. You felt utterly spent. He holds you into a lover's embrace and you can't help but sigh into his chest, caressing his pectorals and cuddling into him. You feel his lips on the crown of your head, leaving a trail soft pecks and kisses. You both lay there, absorbing the beauty of nature and speaking about your lives before the parasite and the shadow curse until the sun rose.

After a few hours of adventuring and not much headway Halsin sighs as he wipes the sweat beading at his brow. It felt like he was being cooked alive and he was one of the lucky ones, being as he was in his druidic armor that gave plenty of room to breathe. He could only imagine how her and Karlach could manage in this high sun. Making their way back on the harsh cobblestoned path through the lower city after a long day, she stops. Halsin trails his eyes towards where their leader's head was turned, a shop with a long flowing dress in the window, god rays casting across the sage colored garment. He smiles to himself. 

She is drawn to it and he can see it in her eyes- she wants it. It’s light fabric, perfect for a day as hot as this. Without a word she disappears into the shop and is out before he can think to look anywhere else, green fabric being stuffed into her pack. 

“That’s quite sheer, darling.” Astarion says, though there’s no bite to his words, just a purr in his voice. 

“And quite a good color on you.” Halsin adds, his voice rolling low and a smirk on his lips. It was his color, the camp had teased that it was. She knew it too, smiling at them both once the dress was safely packed away. 

Karlach chuckles at both his and Astarions teasing, “Come on, back to camp. It’s too godsdamned hot out here.” 

The walk feels like a desert, but he breathes a sigh of relief as the unnatural surroundings slowly give way to more and more nature, then finally, the familiar clearing where camp was set.Wordlessly they disperse, all dying to remove their heavy armor and into something much more revealing and comfortable. Halsin catches sight of Karlach stripping each piece of armor and heading for a pond and jumping straight in, the water around her bubbling as she sighs loudly. Astarion is quite composed and a lot less rushed, disappearing into his tent after grabbing his book from where it lay on a small table. Halsin passes her tent, there’s a clamoring of armor and he chuckles at the grunts she makes as she is undoubtedly shirking off her armor in a frenzy. He’s impatient to do the same. 

Unlike the others, he is not so worried of who sees. It is only natural to be bare surrounded by nature to him and so off comes the top of his armor without much of a fuss.  Gauntlets came next, which he plopped into the chest by his tent. Then shoes and the bark that tied around his calves. With a sigh he stretches his arm, reveling in the feeling of the barely there breeze that caresses his exposed torso. He said a small prayer to Silvanus, hoping tomorrow would bring kinder weather. 

He hears a ruffle of tent flaps and sees her and it feels the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Oak father, grant him strength! He often preferred her without the social binds of clothing but this, this he would be more than glad to gaze at for hours. The dress is long, but shapely. Every curve suits her perfectly and leaves nothing to imagination. The slits on the side leave her legs bare and teasing, rising almost to her waist before coming together and hiding the stomach he adored pressing soft kisses against. His eyes followed upward to the way her chest pressed against the crest of the dress, almost threatening to spill over. He could see how her budding nipples pressed against the thin cloth as the wind blew and Halsin had to stretch his neck to push down the near growl in his voice. 

She turned to him now with a smile pressed against her lips, striding over to him before planting her hands on her hips, “Glad to be back?” She asked. 

Halsin smiles down at her, now able to admire her closer, “Quite glad.” He breathes out, though his tone came out far lower than usual. Quick as ever she seemed to notice the change in his tone, dropping an arm and taking one step closer, “Do you.. Like it?” she gives him that sly smile, like she always did when she already knew the answer.

He chuckled, pressing his fingers against the seam of the dress, running his hand down the warmed skin of her upper thigh, “You could put all the goddesses to shame, my heart.”.

“Oh, really?” She said, low and sultry, nearing closer so that her chest pressed against his abdomen, instinctively his arm wrapped around her waist “ Be careful, you may anger one or two with a compliment like that.”

“Then it would be a most glorious last sight. Though I would weep to think I may never lay my eyes on your beauty again, my love.” He drew her in, pressing a hungry kiss against her soft lips. 

The heat be damned, the way her arms wrapped around his shoulders had a much different heat in his gut as the kiss grew hungrier. Silvanus help him, he was enamored with every part of her, a mere touch felt as if it could bring him to his knees. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up and head for the forest to find a way to quell this feeling for just a moment, though maybe once would not be enough to keep him sated. Her little jump as his hand graced her backside had him chuckling into the kiss, her hand tugging at his shoulder length hair forces a groan from his lips. It's all too soon when she withdraws from him, cutting the moment short for his liking.. but if Halsin knew anything, it was patience. 

“I see you certainly approve of the new outfit.” She said coyly, withdrawing herself from him fully and smoothing the creases of the dress in question. 

“An understatement, surely. I did not think clothing could compare to the bare form that nature has blessed you with…but it looks like I may have to make an exception.” he smiled, but there was heat in his gaze even still, "Perhaps later I could show you just how wrong I was."

She gives him a look not unlike a fox as she leans up closer to his ear, "I would love nothing more."  it takes everything in him to stop from throwing her over his shoulder right then and there.

"Then I look forward to it." He hums low. 

"My my, and here I thought I may miss the druids reaction." The familiar lilt of Astarions voice draws both their attention to him, "not that I mind, of course. I am more than happy to watch." He smiles so wide his fangs show. 

"You are more than welcome to watch or even join in if you'd like." She says it before he can and there's a part of him that hopes the vampire would agree. But Astarion scoffs with his head held high, "And watch your animalistic fucking in the woods? No thank you, darling." He pauses as if turning the idea over in his head, "Besides, you know I hate dirt."

"Oh come now, surely you would not let a bit of soil ruin your own pleasure, Astarion?" Halsin chuckles with humor in his voice. 

"I guess there's no accounting for taste with you, is there, Halsin?" Astarion sighs out, "You two have your fun, far be it from me to judge.. but I will anyway." He laughs.

"Spoiled sport. I guess you'll miss out on all the fun." She gives Halsin a squeeze on his bicep, a small promise for later before she sets off after Karlach who is still stretched out on the rocks in the pond.  

The late afternoon seems to drag on forever and so does the heat. Halsin tries to busy himself, conversing with Wyll who had taken to sitting near a river with his feet in the water just a ways away from camp. Even in their discussions it was hard to pull himself from that memory of her. 

The sun began to set and Gale had been adamant to start the fire with his magic, flourishing with a show- as he did with most things. Halsin sat with his back against a fallen log, picking through camp supplies ready to be tossed amongst the fire. He was impatient for his time with her but could not deny the rumbling of his stomach. Now that the heat no longer punished them he could not help but feel famished. She came to rest besides him, having made her rounds of the camp for tonight. Undoubtedly she knew he would keep her more than preoccupied for the remainder of it. 

Their leader took the camping supplies and threw them on the ironcast pan as soon as the fire was ready. He watched her wordlessly, the way she still wanted to take care of her companions when she had already done so much. It made his heart sing. And yet he knew she was exhausted, only fueled by the terror of their cranial stowaway. He ran a large hand between her shoulder blades as if to sooth the thought from both their minds, a barely there motion of circles had her leaning back against him as they waited for dinner to cook. 

Gale had been regaling his time in Netheril for anyone who would listen. Wyll, Shadowheart, Karlach and Astarion had popped open a bottle of wine and emptied its contents into their chalices. Lae'zel plucked a piece of food far too early from the pan with a dagger and bit into it. But that was typical for her, Halsin had grown to expect. As a bear he'd often do the same but as an elf he would not turn up his nose to some well cooked spices. For a former archdruid this is not where he had expected to end up but now it was hard to imagine being anywhere else. He had grown to enjoy each of their companionship.

His lover traced soft lines into his hand, the druid feeling a shiver run down his spine. He had had many lovers in his time but few made him feel as heard and truly himself as her. How could one not be drawn to such inner beauty? Halsin was pulled from his thoughts when a bowl was pushed towards him, his lover smiling, clearly recognizing he had let his mind wander. He thanked her, taking the plate and taking a bite from the steak. He was quick, first to finish and even grabbing seconds. It's why he always made sure to collect more than an ample supply.

At last full, the others opened another bottle of wine joining in as chatter grew louder accompanied by laughter, the drink finally starting to settle into their tired bones. He suspected with the heat and the wine, it would take very little to addle their minds. Halsin could not savor in the moment, far too preoccupied now that neither heat nor hunger kept his mind elsewhere. Sensing this she looked up to him, nodding her head towards a darkened path that led from camp, "Give me a few moments, then come find me.. if you can. I want to see if the famed Druid Halsin is as great a hunter as they say." she was up so quickly he hadn't even had the time to reply.

Halsin's body felt alight as if every nerve was set on fire,  the promise of this little hunt had been a most delightful surprise. His mind was buzzing with anticipation. Perhaps he gave her more time than he should and as he stood the others seemed to cheer him on. It was no secret where he was going and for what, nor did either of them ever try to hide it. He would've even chuckled at their cheering if he hadn't been so enraptured by the chase. 

As he broke through the treeline the druid broke into a sprint, his senses heightened by the thrill. Wildshape was something he could do without, at least for now. Her scent still wafted in the air, standing out from the smell of soil and decaying leaves. Sweet, like honey. He stood still long enough to hear the snapping of branches to turn and run in where the noises were loudest. It hadn't been long when he caught the first flitter of that familiar dress, the moonlight that peaked through dense treetops made it too easy. He gave chase, hearing the pace quicken as she must've heard him too. Adrenaline pumping he could feel his eyes glowing with a familiar golden hue, threatening to force him into his ursine shape. No, he wanted to hold back , wanted to capture her as he was now. A clearing opened up, not unlike their first night together- seeing her run down to the lone tree that stood just at the edge of the water. He picked up the pace, quickly catching up so close he could almost touch her. 

She stops, only to drop against the forest floor, her back against the lush grass. He halted, just fast enough that he didn't topple over her, but it did not stop him from nearly pouncing on her. He drew her hands upward in his, both his legs trapping her own. "It is unlike prey to merely surrender when in chase." He breathes heavily, watching her own chest heave from the exertion. Again he sees how her nipples press against the fabric, beckoning him to rip away the article of clothing. He resists the impulsive thought.

"Maybe I wanted to be caught." She smiles, her skin kissed by the soft blue glow of moonlight. She is breathtaking to him. 

He descends, letting go of her hands so that he may touch everywhere he can as his lips press against hers. Halsin moves his leg to nudge between her thighs, which she happily parts for. It's euphoric, his tongue dipping into her mouth to taste every bit of her as she moans against him. He gives his own groan deep in his chest as she threads her fingers through his hair much like she did earlier and tugs lightly. His hands drift downwards, continuing to kiss her with everything he has, his thumbs finding the slits of the dress before his hand finds its way to that familiar patch of curls. Her body tenses only for a moment, her breath heavy as he realizes she hadn't even been wearing anything underneath. 

"My heart…" He rumbles low, like faraway thunder, "nature pales in comparison to you." 

"My love," She pleads back,  "let me feel you. I have been waiting for far too long."

"Then you shall have me." He pressed another passionate kiss to her lips before peppering chaste kisses to her cheeks and then the warmed skin of her neck. She moans and his hand travels further still, his thumb tracing over her labia to feel her need coat his thumb. It makes him groan, feeling how ready she is for him. Halsin's kisses travel even farther still, taking his time to turn his attention on her covered nipple, then the other, all while his hand continues to circle her clit. The sounds he pulls from her are high and sweet like music, sounds he could not get enough of. She's begging as he continues soft circles, not enough to send her over the edge just yet, but enough to make her legs shake. 

"Halsin, please." She says so softly he can barely hear it through her heavy breaths.

His lips have found their way lower, fingers now leaving her clit to push the offending fabric away. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, a soft whine when his fingers leave but let's out a cry when his mouth is there instead. The flat of his tongue swipes upwards before he truly sets in on his work, his tongue delving into her entrance makes her dig nails into his hair as he pulls her leg over his shoulder for better purchase, trapping her thigh with his arm. She is crying out his name with each swipe of his tongue and he can tell she is not far now. He hums and the feeling reverberates through her, pressing her upper back into the ground in attempts to arch her back in his strong grasp. With one arm hooked around the underside of her bent knee and the other pressing against her stomach it is hard for her to escape his hold. She tastes divine, the druid pulling sounds from her with each lick and suck. He could stay here forever, devoting his mouth to her pleasure until the sun rose again. But admittedly even he was growing impatient to finally feel all of her again. 

The hand at her stomach ventured downwards  trapping her other leg in the bend of his arm and aiding his tongue as he rubbed circles against her clit. Her sounds grew shrill, no longer words, just a desperate cry for release. And who was he to deny her? Now with vigor his mouth and fingers doubled their efforts , her hips canting to meet his mouth before she came with a shout, heel digging into his back and arching her own before falling back into the grass. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths ,too blissed out to see how Halsin kept his eyes on her face through it all. He gave another testing swipe of his tongue and her hips stuttered, her voice begging for a short reprieve. 

Halsin withdrew reluctantly, finding his way so that their eyes met again as he was careful not to put his large weight on her. He drew some of her hair away from her face, stuck to her brow from the heat as she gave him a lazy smile. Silvanus, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever been lucky enough to set eyes on. Chest rising and falling with eyes lit by the stars. He leaned down to kiss her, still hungry for her, but just as softly as she deserved. 

“Okay, “ she said between the kisses, “Let me up.” her breath finally started to calm. 

Quirking his brow he cocks his head slightly, “You’re.. Done?” there is a measure of reluctance in his voice, almost ready to ask if he had done something wrong when she smiles a sly smile. So he sits up, allowing her to stand up, and he follows. She’s already darting to the lone tree, a large willow with its dropping leaves that hung over with a heavy canopy swaying softly in the night air. She presses her back against the bark and beckons him closer with a crooked finger and it takes him only seconds to be upon her, resting his hand above her head as he stands over her. “Hardly, as if I could ever be done with you.” She whispers and he knows it’s the truth. The dam breaks and Halsin kisses her as if he hadn’t in centuries holding her against the trunk of the great willow, doing his best not to press his body too roughly against her smaller one. Her hands grab for the tassels that hold his pants together and he cannot help but moan into her mouth as she cups his hard length through the leather. Godsdamned constricting clothing! 

With a grunt he pulls back, face twisting in conflict for the brief moment he had to part from her before yanking the pants from his hips, nearly tearing it in his need and stepping out. It is mere seconds but it feels far too long as he returns to her, pulling the long front of the dress to the side and letting out a low growl into her mouth as he feels her cunt rub against the length of him. Halsin stretches his neck, eyes an amber glow once again as he bares his teeth. “You intoxicate me.” He rumbles as he pulls her thigh to wrap around his waist with little effort. 

“And you, I.” Her breathing is light and airy as he feels her tease against him, still feeling her warmth and wetness rub against the underside of his cock. He feels almost lightheaded and then the chord of his patience snaps. He lines himself up and pulls her into him as gently as he can in this state. “H-halsin!” She whines with a desperate warble that makes his back arch, pushing deeper into her. 

“My heart,” he sighs, feeling how she stretches around him as his arms brace her hips, “You are nature’s greatest gift.. as if sent to me, meant to take me..” He groans as he finally seats himself all the way inside her and he can feel the way her breath shakes at every sensation. 

“Then take me.” She whines, pulling him in to kiss, “You are driving me mad, don’t hold back.”. 

It is enough to have his hips pull back and rut hungrily back into her, forcing a silenced yelp from her as Halsin no longer holds back, pressing his nose against her neck as his hips fight with hers. Through the haze he registers she’s still wearing the dress and he curses to himself, wishing he had removed it earlier before the threat of ripping it to shreds didn’t become more and more prevalent in his mind. He pulls the straps at her arms down, not enough to tear. She loves the dress and his heart could not bear to ruin what little pleasure she was allowed. She deserved at the very least that much. She pulls her arms from the straps to hook them around his broad shoulders, and he can hear her panting in his ear. It’s enough to make his eyes roll back in his head, hands moving from her waist to the hem of her dress to pull the offending fabric down, exposing her bare breasts to him. Halsin's hands pluck and rub against her budding nipples, the whine leaving her lips like a song.  Despite the night it is still hot, he feels the sweat roll down his brow, the wind that rushes past his body is cold from the perspiration at his back. It’s a welcomed feeling after the day and it renews him with strength. His hips are rough and punishing, he can feel she’s close and each thrust into her tightness has him wanting more. The sounds, her scent that only grows stronger with the heat and their joining, driving him to near madness. The druid braces his free hand behind her back, hoping to alleviate the roughness of the bark against her  from the tree. 

“Hells.” She managed out, pressing her head against the trunk “I’m close, my love.” she warns. 

“As am I.” he breathes against her throat, “Let me feel all of you, my heart. Do not hold a single one of those beautiful sounds back from me.” At that his hips are even harsher, and he feels her body begin to shake, her leg at his hip squeezed against him as she let out a cry of pleasure, growing impossibly tight around his length. Absolute bliss glimmers in her eyes, and he gives one, two, then one last thrust and follows her into that wonderful afterglow. They both stand there, her body nearly limp against him, his weight pressing back is the only thing that keeps them held against the tree, neither of them moving as he runs a hand soothingly against her hair, only listening to one another's haggard breaths as they slowly come back to the world around them. 

“I don’t think I could ever tire of this.” She says and he can feel how the culmination of their joining begins to spill from her on to him. 

He smiles, his heart feels full to see her so relaxed in his arms, “The night is far from over, my love.”. She smiles, pulling him in to kiss him once more. Halsin can feel his need for her growing again even as he pulls himself away, missing the feeling of her already. She nearly falls over him as he moves, the druid reaching his arms out to catch her. She laughs, a sweet, soft tone like honey and he can’t help but to do the same. Regaining her balance she stands on shaky legs, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him down with her into the lush grass. She laughs as he is careful not to fall on top of her, laying with her eyes to the night sky. Halsin does the same. 

It’s a comfortable silence before she points to the sky, making shapes from the stars. They spend time just relaxing and he finds her arm intertwined with his as he points out what looks like a bear. 

“I am not surprised you would find a bear, my love.” She teases. 

“Look,” he points, adamant on the ursine shape in the sky, “You cannot look at that and tell me it isn’t a bear.” 

She laughs again, rolling on top of him with her hands placed on the planes of his chest, “If you spot a githyanki, let me know.” 

His hands immediately moved to her hips, “I am suddenly far more preoccupied with more important things.” he hums as he soothingly moves his hands up and down , tracing her hips to her thighs. 

“Oh, you are?” she says with a roll of her hips. 

He groans, gripping her hips now. Oak father, preserve him. It was hard to think of little else with her near. Halsin pushes his calloused hands beneath the slits of her dress and began raising the dress upwards. She aids him, pulling the remainder of the dress up and over her body, tossing it into the grass, leaving nothing to his imagination. A soft hum leaves his lips, now able to run his hands where he pleased on her soft and supple body. “Though I enjoyed the dress, this is far more to my liking. Bare, as nature intended.” She leans down, kissing him again. A feeling he would not soon grow tired of. Kissing back the heat returned, feeling her hips move against his. Halsin lets out a deep sigh, arching his back so that his cock presses against her welcoming entrance. She rolls her hips back, leaning her face up towards the sky as his name spills from her lips. He returns in kind, repeating hers in a soft tone into the night air. It was enough for the anticipation to be too much, as she lined herself up with him and slowly dropped down. He winced, she was somehow tighter and hotter, a sensation of hot wax runs down his spine. Halsin raised his hips, meeting her own in a slow rhythm. 

She was marvelous, sitting above him and worshiping his body. Nature had truly outdone itself with her, the soft moonlight illuminating her . He reached up with one hand, cupping her breast, then the other with his other hand, watching as her body responded to his gentle caresses. He pulled at one of her nipples and she arched her back into the touch, dropping her hips down against his. “To be blessed with such a sight, it is more than I deserve.” Halsin sighs, drawing her eyes down to him, “Without you I would still be archdruid, still chasing after the shadowcurse to right wrongs from over a century ago. From the moment I met you I knew we were intertwined, my heart.” Her hips keep moving, but slow only slightly, “Halsin, without you I would’ve gone crazy long ago. You, my one sage council, who I can always look for when I need help. Like a tree rooted in deep soil, I can always look to you. That is more than I could have ever asked for.” 

“You have my heart, my love.” She says finally.

“And you have my love, my heart.” He returns. 

She leans down, kissing his lips in a neediness he often doesn’t see in her. He returns in kind, feeling her tongue slip into his mouth and he can’t help but push against her as she starts to pick up the pace of her hips, wanting this moment to feel like eternity. She pushes his shoulders, forcing him back into soft grass and he can't help the chuckle that leaves him. But her dominance makes him groan, raising his hips harder as her thrusts come down to meet his. She bounces now, and he is transfixed with how her body moves, his hands at her calves, drawing soft circles with his thumbs. 

“F-fuck” she whimpers arching backwards, her hands on his knees and rising up just to fall back on his cock. 

If he could ask for anything it would be to live within this moment forever, to feel this pleasure, to know her body in this way from here until the Old Father took him from this world. The memory of her rising and falling against him would be etched into his brain for years to come. Her name left his lips once again, feeling the rising of his pleasure like the waves that crashed amongst banks of sand. As her hips canted he braced against her own, desperate for the inevitable end. Sensing this she sped up, her nails digging into his chest which only further heightened the pleasure that coursed through Halsin’s body. With a low and rumbled groan he came, his head hitting the soft ground as he spilled his pleasure into her. She followed soon after, a keening groan leaving her beautiful lips, pressing her body fully against his with a sigh escaping her lips. She kissed the half crescents she had left in the muscles of his chest, forcing another sigh to leave the druids lips. She lay atop of him, spent and utterly bear both physically and emotionally and he did his best to aid her, a strong hand running up and down her spine. 

They lay there in silence, only listening to their heartbeat and labored breath. “We must return soon, my love.” Halsin whispered against her hair, though he did not want to leave their little oasis he knew dawn would come and once again the threat of the Netherbrain would be at the forefront of their minds.. 

“Let’s sleep amongst nature tonight. We can return to saving the world in the morning.” she sighed, moving so that she lay in the crook of his arm, spent and satisfied. 

“In the morning, then.” he said against her, his arm bringing her in so she rested close. Halsin could not argue, to be amongst her and nature is all he ever needed.

The morning rays stir him awake first. How long they had stayed up enjoying one another, he was not sure. But what a night it had been, fully embracing their desires. He stood up, stretching and smelling the earthy wilderness around him, if only it had not been eclipsed by the rising towers of the town just a ways away. The water glistened in the early rays, fog still resting against its surface. Enticing enough to take a dip and from the way he felt, and surely she did as well, it was probably for the best. “My heart.” he roused her slowly, smiling in the way she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “Let us enjoy the waters before returning.” 

“Yes” she sighed with sleep still heavy in her voice, “that sounds delightful.” 

He chuckles and leans up on one elbow, now lying on his side to face you. His eyes feast upon your naked frame next to him, pupils dilating at the sudden exposure to the sunlight. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth and tug the thick blankets up over your body, your cheeks flushing a dark crimson. Tara saunters sleepily into the room and stretches out on the rug just below Gale’s side of the bed, a quiet yawn breaking the silence of the bedroom. In a swift motion, Gale slides out of bed, narrowly avoiding stepping on Tara. He stumbles into the nightstand, knocking over a lantern and he lets out a groan. He picks the lantern up and steadies it right side up, peering down at Tara.

“Gods, I wish you’d find a better place to lie down, dear.”

Tara purrs quietly, amused with Gale’s stumbling. You watch as the wizard moves around the end of the bed and over to your side. He tugs back the blankets, exposing you to the cool air of the room. You pull your knees to your chest quickly and mutter a soft “cold..” while looking up at him with lowered lids. Gale sighs and offers a hand out to you, playfully wiggling his fingers to coax you to grab them. You slide your hand into his and yelp as he quickly pulls you out of bed, scooping your small frame up bridal style. Giggling, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle your face sleepily into his warm neck, peppering the sensitive skin with loving kisses. Another soft sigh escapes Gale’s lungs, this one much shakier than the first. He tilts his head to the opposite direction of yours, exposing more of his skin to you as he carries you out of the room and to the stairs. Taking each step carefully, you both descend the stairs and make your way to the kitchen, the hard wood cold beneath Gale’s bare feet and he shudders.

“It’s going to be a frigid winter if this is how the beginning of autumn feels. Perhaps spending the day in bed with my sweet is a better idea than being productive. Hells, better than doing anything at all, I’d wager.”

You nod, fingers snaking their way into the hair on the back of his neck. Giving his hair a playful tug, you earn a moan from the wizard and he responds by quickly nipping at your shoulder. You whimper when his teeth sink into your skin, face immediately flushing at the unexpected sound he forced out of you. Gale nuzzles his nose into your cheek and swiftly sets you down onto the marble countertop before making his way to the pantry to figure out breakfast. You whine at the freezing marble against your bare ass.

“By the nine Hells, Gale. If the floor is cold, imagine how the counter feels..”

You groan and fidget in your spot, legs crossing at the excruciatingly cold sensation against your bare cunt. Gale chuckles and retrieves a loaf of bread from the pantry, along with 3 eggs, mumbling a short incantation to himself to light a fire on the stove.

“Do I hear you complaining, my love? I worked so hard to carry you down the stairs AND I’m cooking you breakfast. This is how you thank me?”

Gale peeks at you over his shoulder, a devilish grin hanging on his soft lips. You whine once more, crossing your arms over your breasts. Your nipples poke into your forearms, the cold air causing your skin to break out in goosebumps. Gale gets to work cracking eggs into a pan on the stove, quickly scrambling them and leaving them to cook while he slices the bread for your toast. You watch him for a moment, admiring the sway of his hips as he moves, giggling to yourself as he hums random broken tunes. He’s so effortlessly exquisite. Silky hair swaying just below his shoulders while he cooks, his modestly toned back begging to be caressed and kissed while he works on your breakfast. Gods, you’d let him take you right here on the counter, had he the desire to do so. You can’t help but imagine the sensations, the way your moans would echo through the tower. You’d never been taken in the kitchen before. Every other room and surface in the tower, absolutely. Even on the balcony a few nights when the elements weren’t so harsh. But the kitchen counter.. the idea was tantalizing. You subconsciously part your thighs, leaning back on your hands as you continue to watch Gale cook.

“Almost ready. Just waiting on the-“

Gale turns to look at you, his sentence getting caught in his throat when he notices you on display for him. He groans and tosses the small hand towel he’d been using as protection from the heat of the pan over his shoulder, taking a few steps towards you. Excited fingers crawl up your plush thighs, making their way to your hips and Gale pulls you to the end of the counter, his frame fitting perfectly between your legs. You gasp at the friction from your ass being dragged against the cold marble, the stinging sensation reverberating down your legs for a moment before dissipating. His hands gently caress your sides before one hand finds it’s way up into the back of your hair. He grabs a fist full of hair and tugs your head back, leaning deliciously close to your ear and he growls quietly.

“Putting yourself on display for me? Such a good girl.. I’m starting to rethink my choice of breakfast.”

Your mouth falls open at his words, a shuddering moan slipping out into his ear, only making him grip your hair tighter. You writhe against him for a moment before going limp in his grasp. He’s made up his mind. He’s starving and you’re on the menu. With one swift motion he releases you and drops to his knees, tugging your hips even closer to the edge of the counter, catching your ass in his hands. You grip the counter ledge tightly as to not fall off.

“Gale I-“

He quickly licks a stripe up your inner thigh, halting any coherent thoughts you had left. Your skin burns for his touch. Your belly aches with a familiar heat. His fingers climb their way towards your core, only to just as quickly slip further away from where you need him most. He smirks to himself at your reactions, your back arching up off of the counter, legs and hips bucking to chase his touch.

“You’re going to beg for it, my love. I know you can do it. You sound so beautiful and needy for me.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you wiggle your hips in frustration. One hand balls into a fist and you slam it onto the counter. Gale raises an eyebrow, standing and looming over your writhing body. A large hand finds purchase around your throat, pressing into the artery there. Your vision goes fuzzy and you gasp, one hand snapping up to grip at his wrist. He growls, eyes piercing yours. His gaze is first intense, then suddenly softens. His voice low but gentle.

“If you’re going to be a brat, we can take you back to bed. I told you very nicely. Beg.”

His fingers squeeze ever so slightly tighter against your throat before releasing you, leaving you gasping for air. Your vision slowly clears and you whimper at the lack of touch.

“Please Gale.. Please I need you. Gods, I need you.”

His hands find your thighs once more, nails digging into the skin there and he smiles down at you. That same smile that could melt the strongest metal. You liquify beneath his touch easily, little whines and whimpers leaving you while he drags his nails downwards. That burning in your core erupts into flames, your slick dripping onto the counter beneath you.

“What a pretty little mess you are. I want all of Waterdeep to hear my name cried from your lovely lips, dear.”

Without hesitation, Gale drops to his knees once more, lips effortlessly finding your clit. His tongue laps at your folds and wetness as if he were starving. Starving to devour every last ounce of you. Your hands quickly find his hair and you pull, anchoring yourself there. You cry out into the cold morning air, hips rolling forward to crash against his face. His beard tickles your skin and you shudder at the sensation, unable to focus on one point of pleasure. Gale’s tongue licks long, fast stripes from your entrance to your clit and back down again, his fingers fondling the supple flesh of your ass. He pulls you closer to him, face absolutely buried in your messy cunt, the sounds of his feast making your head spin. Your climax grows near and your walls flutter around the emptiness.

“Gale.. your fingers.. please..”

You manage to mutter out a trembling request, Gale obliging by sliding a single digit into your cunt. He curves it upwards, tongue continuing to move against your swollen nub and he presses into that spot that makes your legs twitch. He quickly adds another finger, and then a third, working all three in a hooking motion inside of you. The combination of sensations quickly becomes too much and your release finds you quicker than expected. Your entire body tenses, orgasm crashing over you wave after wave, Gale’s tongue and fingers continuing their work as you unravel on the counter in front of him. You yell his name into the void, Tara stirring from her nap and she sprints under the bed to escape the loud noise. Gale slows his movements, pressing sloppy kisses to your now sufficiently overstimulated clit. You groan and push away from him as best you can, you bones still rattling from your earth shattering climax. Gale stands, making eye contact with you as he licks your slick from his lips and fingers, making quick work of cleaning himself up before pulling you into a seated position once more.

“You did so well for me, my love.”

Gale slides you off of the counter, holding onto you tightly while your legs remember how to hold up your body weight. He smiles down at you, lids low. His erection presses to your front and your hand instinctively moves down to his pulsing member, thumb rubbing small circles over the weeping tip. You smirk up at him when he groans, carefully sliding yourself to your knees. He peers down at you with red cheeks and hungry eyes.

“Good girl, so ready to please me.”

His fingers gather your hair behind your head into a perfect pony tail, gripping the strands tightly to help guide your mouth onto his throbbing cock. You part your lips eagerly for him and flick your tongue out along the bottom of his length, earning a soft hiss. He guides himself into your mouth with surprising precision, your throat relaxing around his girth. Instinctively, you begin to bob your head, allowing him to bottom out before pulling out once more, your lips closing around the tip and pulling away with a gentle “pop”. Gale hisses again, this time louder, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy. You drive him absolutely mad with the way you use your mouth. He doesn’t ask often, but he adores when you offer. His knees tremble and he uses his free hand to cup your soft cheek. Your eyes meet while he pushes his cock into your mouth once more. His thumb swipes your cheek bone lovingly.

“Yes, take me, my sweet. You’re doing so good. By the nine hells, you’re doing so good.”

You keep your eyes on him while you suck, sloppy noises filling the room once more, nearly sending Gale over the edge from the sounds alone. He releases your hair and places both hands gingerly on the back of your head, pressing you forward and earning a small gag. Drool spills out from the corners of your mouth and onto your chest, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he holds you there, cock simply resting in your throat now. You keep your gaze fixed on him, trying your best to breathe through your nose as he fills your mouth and throat so deliciously, you could cum again just from the sight of him. He resumes the movement of his hips, this time faster. Harder. More erratic. Gale struggles to find a rhythm as his climax creeps up on him.

“Keep going, my love. I’m so close”

He hisses under his breath, hips crashing against your face now as he skull fucks you. You close your eyes now and focus on breathing, allowing the wizard to use every inch of your mouth and throat for his pleasure. One of your hands reaches down to find your arousal coating the inside of your thighs. Your fingers find your clit and you rub quick circles into it, moaning against Gale’s cock. A few more thrusts and Gale is spilling into your throat, your name ringing like a song from his lips and he holds your head still. His cock twitches in your mouth and you slowly pull your head back, eyes meeting his once more while you clean him up with your tongue. You swallow obediently, licking the drool from your lips before standing and pressing a sweet kiss to the panting wizard’s lips. He pulls you in close, both of your chests heaving quickly while you regain a normal pattern of breathing.

“You’re such a good girl. Cleaning me up so nicely. Now.. How about that breakfast?”

You giggle to yourself and peek around Gale’s tall frame, spotting the now cold eggs and toast on the stove. You shrug your shoulders and press a kiss to the orb marking on his chest, hands resting against his stomach.

Halsin’s warm breath gently caressed your ear, his hand resting on your thigh as he held you close, perched on his lap in front of the dying campfire. Your companions had already retired to their tents, leaving the two of you to share idle conversation. Wyll was the last to retire, his eyes lingering on yours with a not-so-subtle invitation before he left. As though you were not completely and utterly claimed, your lover's strong arms encircled your body, your weight carefully balanced on his thigh.

His statement broke the flow of the otherwise innocent conversation. You could only manage a soft 'oh?' in response.

Halsin hummed in contemplation, his free hand tracing the curve of your spine.

“You know, if we were still in the grove, I could have him erradicated for even daring to cast his gaze upon you.”

“Oh, really? Would the esteemed archdruid abuse his position of power for my sake?” You couldn't help but giggle, though a heated blush crept up at the thought.

His hand moved to the nape of your neck, tenderly cupping your skin and exerting a slight pressure, compelling you to gaze up at him.

“Are you mocking royalty, my beloved?” His voice dropped an octave, punctuating his words with a firm kiss behind your ear. “That is deserving of punishment by the archdruid himself.”

Neither of you could ignore the way your breath caught in your throat.

As the sun fell from the sky, another night crept on the horizon and coated the sky with stars. The fire illuminated the camp once again and Tav could feel the anxiety build up in her the darker it got. Of course, Karlach had been bothering Tav all day about what happened between her and Halsin last night. She assured her it was a tender moment but nothing happened. However tonight felt different. Halsin requested Tav to visit him tonight, and that she was.

Tav waited until most of the party settled in their tents for bed before making way to Halsin. She stepped out quietly and pulled the drapes of his tent. There he was, sitting on the floor in a kneeling state. He was praying to his god, the oak father. This was something she actually never seen him do.

“Am I interrupting?” She stepped in and kneeled down next to him with her hands placed on her thighs.

"No, never." Halsin turned his head to her. His eyes were so...pretty. She couldn't decide if his eyes were more green, grey, or brown? She'd never seen anything like it. Those eyes told a story, she could see the youth in them. It enticed her.

"Halsin?"

"Is there something on your mind?" He responded gently.

Tav twiddled her fingers together, nervously, "Tell me about your family." He never spoke of his family nor did he ever have a family of his own. He had it all, so his being alone felt odd to her. Tav leaned her head on Halsin's shoulder, feeling his warmth and strength.

He froze in the moment, but then shook his head as if he was trying to shake off past memories, " They passed away a very long time ago, may they rest with the Oak Father. They taught me all my values: My mother was a beautiful wood elf of various crafts. I did not see her much as she always traveled for her studies. However, my father was a very strict druid. Such a random question in a time like this— why?"

"You just have the most beautiful eyes. Made me wonder who you got them from." Their eyes locked, and they shared a deep gaze, communicating without words the love and adoration they have for each other.

Halsin spoke gently, "My mother's." His thumb gently caressed Tav's cheek, tracing the contours of her face, while she blissfully closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully surrender to his touch. Their breathing slows in unison, their hearts beating as one, lost in the beauty of this tender moment.

With one hand Halsin wrapped his arm around her back, slowly gravitating her back against his bedroll. He hovered over her body, it was way smaller in stature than his. Tav loved how large he was, to feel so protected and engulfed by his size. It was her biggest turn-on about him.

"You're beauty is one that could have only been crafted by a goddess herself...how kind of nature to allow my heart to touch its most beautiful creation." Halsin's mind was consumed by their memories and emotions. His heart raced as he remembered the way she smiled, the sound of her laughter, and the warmth of her embrace. He can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for her strength, intelligence, and beauty. He wished he could turn back time and spend more moments with her, to cherish and hold onto every second they had together. There was no spoiling that now, he would seize his moment.

Halsin ran his free hand up alongside her figure, indulging in the curves of her hips, waist, and breasts. Every inch of her skin was his to explore, he squeezed her body tenderly under the large grip of his hand. Halsin watched Tav squirm as her face flushed bright red. His eye transitioned from gentle to authoritative. Oh, how Halsin loved seeing Tav make such pleasurable faces under his control.

"Do you know how hard it was to restrain myself the first time you offered yourself to me at that party?" Halsin's hand slipped up Tav's shirt, cupping her breast. He could feel the goosebumps rise on her skin to his touch. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long." His voice was gentle, his tone— commanding. His fingers traced her outer nipple slowly before pinching it teasingly. He loved the way she winced in a pleasurable pain. "And now I have you under me, moaning out such a lovely melody."

She gripped the cloth of Halsin's shirt as she let out small moans of pleasure. How could teasing feel so good, but feel so horrible all at once, she instantly wanted to just indulge herself in him. But for now, she enjoyed his attention. After all, he wasn't a piece of meat.

Halsin pulled Tav's shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. He leaned over and covered her exposed breast with his mouth, whilst his other hand groped her other breast. His tongue twirled over her hard nipple before pressing it against his teeth. The faint noises of grunts, heavy breathing, and slurping filled his tent.

Their skin started to exhume moisture for the heated moment. The sweet smell of musk and sexual tension, it was too intoxicating. Halsin planted sloppy kisses on Tav's chest, making his way up her neck. His steamy breath hit against Tav's ear. Her skin is soft like fresh petals, her sweat salty yet sweet. Halsin thought of her as nothing short of perfection.

"More?" Halsin huffed deep fast breaths into her ear. His lips parted from her neck, and he leaned his head back up in eyes view of her, waiting for her response.

From her view Halsin's face had a tint of red, his skin satin in moisture, not a lot but a glint of sweat. Her chest squeezed to his question because, of course, she wanted more. It was just so hard for her to answer. She almost felt shy to say yes, but this was what he wanted: to hear her voice.

"I—...." She felt a lump in her throat. Gods was she waiting for this, but the words just couldn't come out. She was aroused, nervous, and happy all at the same time.

Halsin put his hand over her jaw, clutching it slightly knowing the intensity of his strength, "Say it. I want to hear you say you want me." Tav had never seen him act this way and, gods was it a pleasant surprise.

Tav hung open her mouth, her heart racing out of her chest, "H-Halsin, I...want you. B-badly...please have me."

"Perfect." He uttered before pulling her face closer to his. He smashed his lips against hers, and his tongue danced with hers. Tav grabbed the sides of his face while wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling his groin against her core. It was hard and thick, and she could feel the heat coming off of it threw his pants. The kiss was roughly sloppy judging from their saliva running down Tav's cheek. She didn't even care, all she knew was that she wanted it rough and messy.

Their lips parted for a moment as they both gasped for air, between huffs, Halsin leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head. Exposing his muscles and hairy chest. His abs glistened in what little light gleamed into the tent from a nearby candle. Its soft glow cast its light that hit his skin in all the right places. He wrapped his fingers in Tav's waistband, pulling her pants down slowly, teasingly. He continued to tug at her pants until it pulled over her ankles, exposing her true form. All of Tav's nature was for Halsin to admire, he stared at her with lustful eyes, admiring her naked body.

His eyes began to glow like two shining suns, their bright yellow glow illuminating the darkness around him. The light emanating from his eyes was so intense that it seemed to cast a warm, golden glow on Tav's body. The effect was both mesmerizing and otherworldly. This was only a glow Tav saw when he shifted into wild form. She felt completely vulnerable, like his prey.

Halsin shook his head side to side lightly while shutting his eyes tightly, "I must tame myself, I don't want to hurt you in my wild form. But know this, you make my blood run so hot that it could awaken its beast."

"That's quite flattering, Halsin. Do I make you that crazy? That you can no longer contain yourself..? I couldn't say I wouldn't enjoy that..." Tav mustered out all her courage. Yes, she felt exposed and shy but the power she felt over Halsin's sexual urge, it was beyond an ego boost.

He scuffed in a small giggle, "Your body must take in me before it can handle any kind of beast, it's very untamed and...large." Halsin admired her ambition but he did not want hurt, this was pure pleasure, pure love. With that being said, He placed both his hands on her knees and spread her legs. "let me taste you." He leaned over, his shoulder was broad over her, his physique chiseled, and she could feel the warmth of his breath hit her core. It was all too real now, his head between her legs. He truly put her needs first before his own sexual desires. Or maybe eating her out was his sexual desire. He wanted this as bad as she did. He wanted Tav to get ready for him.

Halsin loved everything about her down to her scent. It was pure pheromones to him and damn did it unleash his inner demons. He placed kisses against her core, and small traces of her wetness glistened on his lips. His eyes, deadly, stared up at Tav, he licked his lips. She was nature's juiciest fruit, forbidden, and he took a bite. His thoughts blurred and his only instinct kicked in: Eat.

His face buried between her legs, and his tongue explored every fold and crevis. It was so wet, and Halsin rubbed his tongue against her clit. She rewarded him with moans of ecstasy. He was better than good, he was skilled. Halsin must've done this many times before and she was lucky enough for him to paint a picture on her canvas. His tongue skillfully teased her clit, Tav arched her back and clutched his hair between her fingers. She pushed his face closer to her core. Silvia ran down between her inner thighs, and Halsin squeezed her thighs tightly, enjoying all the nature's gifts of a woman bestowed to him. However, this one tasted so much sweeter when you're in love.

Tav winced out in a pleasurable melody from his grip, and in return, she tugged harder. Her stomach rose up and down like a boat riding its waves. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples, he looked so concentrated on pleasing her. The tent filled with moans, gasping air, slurping, and shuffling from Tav squirming under his grip. Halsin refused to let her go. She would have to take all his raw pleasure, even when she became too sensitive for more.

"Hahh— Halsin, fff-uuck—" She gasped out, her stomach became tense as she felt her climax inching closer and closer with each stroke of his tongue. His eyes like daggers stared up at her, he watched her moan and twitch under his grasp. He picked up his pace, as he circled his tongue around her clit.

Tav started to breathe heavier, it was so intense yet pleasure melted her body causing her legs to shake, and her stomach to twitch up. Her climax started to whelm up in the pit of her stomach, her body went tense and frozen for a moment. She shut her eyes tightly, and a single moan left her lips just when she reached her maximum height. She let out a sigh of relief. Tav peeped down at Halsin. From her POV his broad shoulders were hunched over her. She saw him licking up the juices for his sweet reward. His lips to his chin were coated in a slick liquid, it had a slight tint of white. God how sexy he looked when he had her cum on his face.

"You're ready...Come to me now." He sat up and kicked off his pants, his shaft swung up and he was right. A warning was not enough for Tav cause damn was he right, Large. He crawled back over Tav and placed his mouth over hers. She could taste the salty sweetness of her own brand. The musk of sex filled the air and it was heavy.

Halsin pulled away, "Lick." He pressed his fingers against her tongue— she obeyed. She licked the skin of Halsin's fingers, getting them soaked before he pulled them away. Halsin used his wet fingers to lubricate his cock. He pumped his hand a few times against his tip, letting out small grunts before placing his tip against her entrance, "Relax..." He kissed her forehead softly.

He pushed the tip of his head in. "Mmmh!" Tav clutched Halsin, he stroked her hair to comfort her. He slowly pushed in to give her body time to adjust. Her wet walls helped Halsin slide in with a better slip, and moment by moment he was fully in. He took a long steady thrust in and out. The tightness inside her melted from hurt to tinglyness.

Finally, they were one. Sharing each other's body in the name of love. They shared a gaze, lost in one another's eyes. Tav reached out to grab his face, "Halsin...Do you love me?"

"You're the only person that fills my heart. I do." A kiss was pressed against her lips. This one felt different, it was soft, passionate, and loving. He was so selfless. His hips started bucking in and out of her. Halsin grunted from the heat pulsing against his shaft. It only made him want more of her. He groped her breast while pumping in and out of her. His strokes were long and hard. Their chests clashed together in deep breaths.

"ahh, you feel so good" Halsin grunted as he fucked Tav harder. Their hips smashed against each other, and their sweat glided against skin it didn't belong to. Halsin hung his head down against Tav's neck. His moans were manly but slipped off the tongue like a lyric into her ear..

Tav wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing his deeper and harder into her. Fuck, why did it hurt so good? She tightened her walls around him. He skillfully fucked her for moments that felt like hours. Halsin Pulled out, "Turn around, I want to see that pretty back." Halsin gripped her sides and flipped her on her knees.

Tav dug her knees into the ground, her palms touching the bare floor. Halsin had hands like an ocean. Each time he pulled away he pulled her right back in. She looked over her sweaty shoulder to see Halsin. Kneeling behind her in all his messy glory, the sweat beaded down his abs, and that stare of his-- it was animalistic. Halsin returned his member back to her core, this time holding her by her hips. His hands explored her ass, squeezing it hard, it left behind his finger marks.

Each pump challenged Tav to hold her stance, making her sink lower and lower into the ground until her bare chest touched the floor. Their skin clapped against the force, and she could feel him grow hotter inside her. Halsin's grip was deathly, Tav's skin reddened to his touch.

"haahh!" Halsin slumped over her, leaving nibbles and bites on her back. Hickey's formed in random spots on her skin, marking her territory like an animal would. This was him telling everyone 'She's Mine'.

Tav struggled to fight against his strokes without completely crumbling under his strength. Halsin noticed this and grabbed both her wrists in his hands. he pulled her arms outward, her body now completely off the ground as he pulled her arms to push his cock deeper and deeper in her. Their moans entangled the dense air along with the clapping noises.

Halsin's eyes started to glow golden, his climax was coming to a close. But this felt too good. He wanted to stay in her as long as he could. He pulled her body up against his. Her back and ass pressed with no gaps against his abs. It was so wet. it was so raw. He pumped his cock while wrapping his arm around her in an embrace, and the other hand gripped her neck. They fucked in this position for a moment until she felt Halsin's body grow tense, and his grip became stronger.

"I— Ugghh, cumming." He pumped his final thrusts before his cock twitched, it was rock hard when a fill of warm cum burst inside her. His grip became weaker and they were glued to each other until his cum lessened to a stop. Halsin pulled out, a lonely feeling in her core was left as her walls retracted back without him there.

He held her body and allowed it to sink into his bedroll. Halsin held her close to him as he kissed the back of her neck. He was utterly captivated by all of Tav, there was still so much they could offer to each other. He strongly believed in fluidity in a relationship as his bear instincts guided him to where it desired. But there was a piece of him that wished he could have the nature of a swan. Mating for life with only one person. This was something he pondered about a relationship, a family, or even a stable love. For now, he enjoys the tender moment of Tav in his arms. The love and connection that bonded them together. Maybe it was fate that brought them together. Was she a lesson of love? He was scared he'd never find someone like her again.

"Tav, Please don't leave me. You belong at my side." He whispered almost in a somber tone.

It was one hell of a day, everyone nearly dragged themselves into their tents for a well-deserved rest. Recently their travels have been getting harder and harder as they inch close to Buldars Gate. But no matter, the party seemed to try to keep their cool with Halsin’s and Shadowheart’s healing. Sometimes it was just too much though.

Tav sat by the fire with Karlach, who was rubbing her neck, “All that healing couldn’t get the crook out of this fucking neck. I’ve taken weaker hits that hurt less than this.”

“I agree, we’re all walking zombies at this point. Maybe we should take a break tomorrow. We all look like shit.” Tav laid her back on the floor and stretched her limbs out. Just as she sat back up her glance catches Halsin. He was walking by to pick up some food rations, an apple, and placed it in his mouth before walking away.

“Gods what I would do to that man…He makes me look small.” Karlach let out a small sigh of passion. She then looked at Tav who was lost in thought, “Hey, Soldier! Are you admiring our Druid, hm?” She nudged Tav’s shoulder with a smirk.

“He just looks…tense is all.” She rubbed her shoulder that Karlach nudged and hid her smile a little.

“Cmon you’re totally into him! Have you not laid in bed with him yet? I thought you guys were close..maybe even a little too close. Buuut— if it doesn’t work out for you let me know. I’d love to have a go with him.” Karlach giggled and nodded, “I’m serious, go talk to him.”

“And say what? What if he’s tired and doesn’t want visitors. He didn’t even say a word to us.” Tav was visible flushed. A nervous wreck even.

“Shit I don’t know! Make something up. You did say he looked tense. Touch some of those muscles in the name of help. You’re catching my drift?” She winked and pointed at his tent, “hurry before he falls asleep.”

“Karlach you’re a fucking genius. I’ll be back.”

“Or not.” Karlach chimed and sat up, “I’m heading to bed, don’t enjoy yourself too much, soldier.” Karlach reached out her hand for Tav’s and pulled her up to her feet. “Good luck.” Karlach ruffled up Tav’s hair before heading to her tent.

Tav palmed down her fly-aways before holding her head high. Karlach was right, they were close but they never took it to the next level. Why? She wasn't quite sure why, all she knew was that it was time to have courage. She wiped her sweaty palms on her shirt and made her way to his tent.

"Halsin, you there?" Tav pulled the draped curtains to the side. She saw him placing ointment on a couple scratches on his arms.

His eye darted up and he gave a surprised look, "Oh, Tav..I'm sorry, I would've cleaned up a bit. I wasn't expecting company. Please come in." His tent was littered with books, potions, and random old letters from the grove.

"Do not worry about that but—“ She welcomed herself in and kneeled down next to him. "Let me help you with this." She grabbed the small jar of ointment and started to smear any cuts she could find on his arms.

"You're too kind. I would not have bothered you with something small like this. I appreciate it all the same, thank you." He sat still and did not even budge to the pain at first,

Tav nodded her head. This was no trouble at all, after all, she really did care for his well-being. "If you don't mind, it'd be easier to get all these cuts without this shirt." She tugged on the hem of his shirt.

"Of course, little one." He grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted his arms up. His muscles were immaculate as always, the sweet scent of eucalyptus wafted off him, and she could see all the untouched cuts. Some were deep, small, and even healed. Bruises of all kinds of healing stages were scattered on his skin.

"Halsin! You know these could get infected right? If you needed help it wouldn't be a problem!" Her face was angered. Her eyebrows furrowed, and the sight was nothing short of hurt.

"I'll manage." he patted her head and smiled softly at her. As if he wasn't in any kind of pain.

Tav shook her head, she was visibly angry, "You're so stubborn, allow me." She reached out her hand and placed it over his cheek, "I want to help you."

"You've helped me enough. I'll forever be in your debt if you keep going like this." Halsin stared with loving eyes. His gaze was soft and warm, and a gentle smile crept on his lips. His eyes sparkled with the joy of being in her presence, and he looked at her with admiration and affection.

"Then you'll just have to make it up to me one day." Tav pulled away her hand, "Now, let's see this back." She adjusted herself to face his back. Tav continued to aid his cuts, and from time to time he winced to the pain. "You know Halsin. Back at home, I dabbled in some medicinal skills."

"Oh really? This is news to my ears, tell me more, dear." Halsin perked up. He loved educating and learning new knowledge to add to his collection of skills. This definitely peaked his interest because Halsin never knew Tav had medicine skills since she was a fighter.

"Well— my people believed that healing was more than just potions. It's important to take care of your muscles and physique." She rubbed her hands together to create friction. She placed the warmth of her palms against his back. Tav began to lightly press pressure into his skin with long slow strokes. "This'll help reduce tension, improve circulation, and relieve any pain. I can definitely feel how tense your muscles are."

Halsin let out small little groans of relief as Tav's fingers glided up and down his spine. She started to apply a little more pressure and could feel his muscles start to loosen up. Halsin was truly all muscle, she's never touched a man with so much density, not for medical reasons and definitely not intimately. For as much as Tav was in awe, she genuinely tried her best to relax him. He deserved it after all. He did not need to leave his home in the name of aiding Tav. She was grateful for Halsin as much as he was grateful for her.

Her hands glided up and rubbed the muscles of his neck. Halsin could feel her breathing against his neck, it felt like hot little prickles that hit the skin. Halsin shivered in response. Tav noticed the goosebumps along his neck, "Does that feel good?" She whispered innocently in the back of his ear. The heat of her breath tickling his skin.

Halsin leaned his head outward to expose more skin, "Mmm, it isn't as merely as good as a healing spell." He complimented Tav. But under his relaxed facade, Halsin was melted with every touch from her warm hands. He was trying to find restraint in himself as an Arch-druid after all. He tried to close his eyes in an attempt to calm down his racing heart, but it only made it worse. He felt like he could feel and smell the presence of Tav. Lewd thoughts crumbled his mind and it made his skin crawl more. As a druid, all his senses were heightened, and the feeling for more clouded his judgment.

Tav noticed the small groans, his skin layered with goosebumps, and felt like his shoulders tensed up once again. She went back to work to massage him some more until she pulled away, and decided to sit in front of him instead. "Let me see your hand?" She said softly as she reached out for one of his hands and rubbed them lovingly.

His hand was way bigger than hers. She thought it was cute how mighty he was, yet how gentle his personality was. Tav thought Halsin was probably touched by the gods themselves with the way he looked. He was truly a masterpiece, a muse. As she rubbed his hands Halsin suddenly intertwined his fingers with hers, stopping Tav from massaging him. Tav's cheeks lit up crimson, and she darted her wide eyes at his gaze. He was holding her hand, one that engulfed her own but she felt so protected by it.

Halsin looked at the woman with an intense gaze, his eyes hazel eyes softened. He was captivated by her beauty, taking in every detail of her face and scars. His heart was pounding in his chest as he thought of all the amazing moments they had shared together. He had such strong feelings of love for her, and he knew deep down that she was the one for him. He was filled with a sense of contentment and joy just being in her presence, and he looked forward to what the future held for them. "I never felt my heart stir like this before you, I haven't loved in so long, and yet there it was...and I was in it. I hope you feel the same, I fear the most these days." He grabbed both her hands and placed a tender kiss on them. "I want to repay your kindness, only if you'll allow me, of course."

Tav eagerly agreed to Halsin's offer, she too felt a connection and a strong mutual attraction. She was a woman who would never take Halsin's love for granted, "I feel the same, Halsin...I'd be happy too."

In the week that followed the celebrations with the tieflings, the party had finally made it to the Underdark, following a rather disastrous affair at the Rosymorn Monastery.

Despite Lae'zel's insistence that the Zaith'isk would be capable of cleansing the illithid parasites, it had nearly killed her instead, leaving the group’s only other lead to seek the source of the tadpoles at Moonrise Towers.

The journey would be perilous, but nothing moreso than anything else they had yet faced.

Presently, Gale, Halsin and Tav sit around the crackling fire, the embers dancing as they cast long shadows across the camp. The wizard regales them with his knowledge of the local flora and fauna, explaining in minute detail which plants are edible and which are strictly to be avoided.

For his part, Halsin seems quite fascinated, and Tav is more than happy to let him talk; his voice is a welcome distraction from her thoughts.

Ever since the night of the tiefling party, Tav had let Astarion feed on her at his request, sneaking off with him after everyone else was asleep or otherwise occupied to let him drink his fill.

They had not spoken of what had happened between them that night, and although Astarion had maintained his shameless flirting with her, Tav had resigned herself to the fact that it was best to keep things strictly platonic between them.

Well, as platonic as letting a vampire drink your blood could be, at any rate.

Still, that hadn't stopped Astarion from trying to taste more than just her blood. If Tav had thought he was being genuine, she would have been more than happy to let him do as he pleased, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still keeping secrets from her.

It wouldn't have been the first time, after all.

When Gale sweeps his eyes over her to gauge if she’s still paying attention, Tav smiles kindly at him, but she notices a flicker of movement in the shadows over his shoulder. She easily recognizes Astarion’s lithe form as he reaches the edge of camp, casting a sidelong glance at her that she has become all too familiar with by now.

Tav stands up and pats her hands on her pants to smooth the fabric and politely excuses herself. As she heads across the camp after Astarion, she overhears a few hushed whispers between Halsin and Gale; the druid murmurs something wistfully poetic about “the beauty of young love.” Tav feels her face redden, and she hurries away before they say any more unflattering things about her and Astarion’s habitual late night rendezvous.

It wasn’t like she bothered hiding the evidence of his feeding anymore, but still she wanted to make at least some effort to spare her dignity around camp and not loudly advertise her personal affairs. The strange, judgmental looks they’d all given her the first time they realized what had been happening had dealt a deadly enough blow to her ego.

When she had spoken with Halsin before, Tav had not been completely forthright with him about exactly what the nature of her relationship with Astarion was, but he had listened patiently nonetheless and offered her what advice he could. “Stay true to your heart, little one,” he had told her, “and he will see the light that shines within you.”

It hadn’t been the first time someone had told her to just ‘be herself’ – it was precisely that behavior that had gotten her into this whole mess to begin with. It was an easy thing to suggest when you were as charismatic as Halsin.

After a short walk down the winding trail that leads out of their camp, Tav finally spots Astarion standing on the precipice of a small cliff that overlooks a forest of enormous mushrooms, each one at least three meters wide. He’s observing them intently, perhaps lost in his own thoughts.

Tav calls out to him as she nears, his face composed and thoughtful as he turns to regard her.

As she nears, him, the ground beneath her feet shifts without warning, and as she loses her balance Tav reaches out for the only thing within arm’s length; even as she bunches her hands up in Astarion’s tunic, she stumbles backwards, dragging him with her as she topples over the edge of the cliff.

Although the fall is mercifully short, Tav lets out a cry as her back collides with the nearest mushroom cap and Astarion lands gracelessly on top of her; the massive fungi wavers slightly but holds their weight without issue.

“Darling,” Astarion murmurs playfully, his voice low and sultry as he shifts his weight and leans over her, “if you wanted so badly to get on your back for me, there are far subtler ways to go about it.” 

Although he hadn't planned for events to play out in such a manner, the development is not an unwelcome one, and Astarion is nothing if not resourceful.

He sweeps his eyes over Tav's face, amused by the look of embarrassment he finds etched across every feature. She's blushing prettily for him as she so often does, her face such a lovely tint of pink that creeps up to her ears.

It's almost a shame, really, that he had to be the one to win her favor. He knows that she could do so much better. He almost feels guilty for manipulating her like this, when he knows he'll likely end up discarding her after she's served her purpose.

Tav glares petulantly at him, and Astarion finds her indignation endearing despite himself. “Oh, hush,” she says sourly, scrunching up her face. “The ground gave out under my feet, don't flatter yourself.”

Astarion splays his hands on the soft, spongy surface of the mushroom cap on either side of Tav's head and watches her curiously. In the silence that follows, she suddenly becomes extremely aware of his weight on top of her, the way he's effortlessly pinned her in place as if it's merely an afterthought.

The way he looks at her betrays his intentions, his face a perfect mask of seduction, all sultry smile and eyes narrowed with desire.

He hums thoughtfully.

“And how convenient for you that it did. But don't be coy, we both know how much you want this.”

Tav makes a point of adverting her gaze to focus in vain on some random object in her periphery, but Astarion will have none of it, and he gently coaxes her to look at him, taking her face in his hand. Their eyes meet, and she finds herself unable to shy away.

His cool fingers are like a brand against the searing heat of her own skin.

“Why else have you been so generous with your blood?” he asks. “I hardly think that it's charity that motivates you. There must be something you want in return, love.”

He says it so matter-of-factly, as though he can't imagine a scenario where his assumptions are incorrect.

And of course, he isn't wrong.

Astarion trails his hand across the plane of her jaw as Tav inhales a sharp breath, her face burning hot. When his fingertips ghost over her stomach, a jolt of electricity lances down her spine, her body responding automatically to even the lightest touch.

It's embarrassing how easily he can disarm her. The smug, charming bastard.

Tav sighs heavily both to steady herself and to make her frustration known. She knows the game he's playing, even if she's practically powerless to resist him completely. And as much as she enjoys the way his teasing ignites a fierce desire for him that is unmatched by anything she's ever felt before, she can't shake from her mind the image of the way he looked the last time they were in such a compromising position.

She won't let herself forget the way her heart instinctively ached for him, the unspoken misery that had been so plainly etched on his face despite the way he had smiled at her.

“Yes, Astarion,” she says flatly, her voice wavering only slightly. She considers it a resounding victory. “Are you expecting me to beg?”

She says it as if that isn't exactly what happened last time.

“Oh, come now,” Astarion reprimands, feigning indignation. A single white fang emerges from behind his lips as he grins devilishly at her – he knows he still has the advantage. “Don't spoil my fun.” 

Astarion leans in close, aware of the effect this will have on her. Tav reacts precisely as he had anticipated, and Astarion can feel her shift nervously beneath him. Her flustered heart hammers in her chest, her breaths shallow and rapid.

She is simply irresistible like this.

He says now, “I can give you anything you want - fulfil any of the fantasies you have in that pretty little head of yours.” His voice is low enough that Tav has to strain to hear him, and he's done it precisely so that it's all that all she can focus on, extinguishing any of her wandering hesitation.

Despite every primal instinct in her body that tells her to let him do as he pleases with her, to give herself over to him again, she somehow resists the urge, closing her eyes as if he's cast some sort of spell over her that she can break through force of will alone.

In some ways, that's precisely how it feels.

Tav can never seem to think clearly when she's around him anymore – even when they're apart, she constantly finds her thoughts drifting back to think of him, and she longs to be near him in any capacity.

It's made things so much more complicated.

Navigating her own emotions has never been one of her strong suits, and she feels hopelessly out of her element, unwilling – or perhaps just unable – to unpack how she feels about him.

Is it genuine affection she feels for him, or is she simply attracted to the way he makes her feel with no more than a glance in her direction, the way his words are so expertly chosen to make her heart race as though she were a blushing maiden?

With extraordinary difficulty, her mind coalesces into a single, targeted thought and what she feels needs to say; above all else, she wants to be honest with him – with herself.

“That's the problem,” she says finally. “Of course I enjoyed it. Of course I wanted more, and I don't doubt your... talents.”

Her expression falls dark as she hesitates only briefly before continuing. “But I know you don't feel the same.”

Astarion stares at her, nonplussed. The surprise is genuine, and it takes him a moment to compose himself. After some difficulty, he arches a brow as he meets her eyes with that characteristic smile of his, as though he hasn't a single care in the world.

“Why, whatever gave you a silly little idea like that?” he asks. “I have an appetite for more than your blood, you know.”

His voice is sultry and full of purpose.

“You can try to convince me all you like,” Tav responds pointedly, “but I know what I saw. When we were... together, you were distracted, distant.”

She worries at her bottom lip, concern flashing across her face.

“If you were just bedding me out of obligation because I let you have my blood, then that's not what I want. I don't want to take advantage of you like that.”

The admission compels Astarion throw his head back and let out a bark of mirthless laughter. The noise sounds harsh to Tav's ears, so un-Astarion like that it almost frightens her.

Tav feels his body tense up as he grapples with what she's said, and she knows now that her words have had more of an effect on him than she had anticipated, even if she doesn't know the cause for the sudden change in his behavior.

The irony of it all is not lost on Astarion. 

It's the anger that washes over him first. Anger at Tav for being so infuriatingly thoughtful, and anger at himself for letting her catch even a glimpse behind his carefully crafted façade.

It would be so much easier if she would simply surrender to his charms and let him fuck her, like so many others before her. He tries to convince himself that it would be good for both of them. Why can't she understand that?

When he speaks again, his voice is laced with contempt. Gone are any traces of kindness on his face, replaced instead by a look of disgust.

“Is that what you think? That you’re taking advantage of me?”

Tav feels outraged by his reaction, and she rises to match his anger, pushing herself up on her palms and flashing him a scathing look. Their faces are only inches apart, and she stares him down with a ferocity that catches Astarion completely off guard for the second time this evening.

Tav grits her teeth, her jaw set.

“Yes,” she says emphatically, “I do. And you getting defensive about it is only serving to prove me right.”

Her eyes are as cold as Astarion's own, any indication that she was feeling anything other than anger no longer present.

It's clear that she has no intention of backing down.

With a dramatic huff, Astarion makes his exasperation known and rolls off of Tav and before sitting upright beside her. He says nothing, and a tense silence settles between them as they both sit in wordless contemplation for what feels like a small eternity.

Tav occasionally gives him hesitant, cursory glances, trying to assess his mood, but his expression is difficult to read.

Finally, she speaks.

“I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to upset you.”

She is aware of the unspoken implication in his words, the suggestion that he’s been using her this entire time. It doesn’t matter.

“I don't care, you know,” she says dismissively. “If you're using me. Either one of us could burst into tentacles at any moment, and I'd prefer spending what could be my last days having a little fun if I can manage it. But you don't owe me anything... no matter how much I enjoyed it.”

Astarion huffs a laugh and looks at her to assess her sincerity. He can find no indication that she’s being dishonest with him.

“Well. You are certainly full of surprises, aren't you?” he muses out loud. “And here I thought you were nothing more than a pretty little feast.”

Although he’s still teasing her, his tone is unusually sober.

“I…” Tav hesitates. “I’m not opposed to continuing our little arrangement,” she admits, a little sheepishly. She becomes suddenly very interested in a loose thread on her sleeve, and she picks absentmindedly at it to avoid meeting his gaze again. 

“I'm fine with you feeding on me whenever you need to. That's something that can still be pleasurable for both of us, no? Something we can both choose.”

Astarion turns to face her. His expression is somewhere between gratitude and surprise, and for the moment he doesn’t quite know what to make of Tav’s offer, but he knows that he’s hardly about to turn her down.

“Yes,” he says. “I would like that.”

When she wills herself to look at him again, he gestures for her to come closer, his hand outstretched in a silent offering. Tav needs no further invitation before taking his hand and sliding gracefully into his lap, her thighs bracketing either side of his hips.

From this vantage point, Tav has the luxury of looking down at him through half-lidded eyes, memorizing every detail of his handsome face and the way the bioluminescent fauna of the Underdark casts a soft glow of blues and greens across his pallid skin. The reds of his eyes are murky, reflecting his hunger for her.

Tav flashes him a mischievous grin as she cards her fingers almost lovingly through his hair, guiding his face into the crook of her neck. His response is a low, satisfied chuckle against her throat, his hands embracing her as he holds her body firmly against him. As he splays his fingers across the small of her back, Astarion hears Tav suck in a breath, her anticipation building.

The way she is always so eager for his fangs unlocks something feral in him, and he opens his mouth hungrily, pressing the flat of his tongue against her pulse point.

Tav shivers at the sensation, a needy whimper tumbling from her parted lips.

“My dear,” Astarion murmurs, deeply inhaling her familiar scent, “you are simply too kind. You spoil me.”