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Unexpected movement outside his tent rouses Gale from his current book, he sits up a little straighter from his lounging position.

"Hello?" He calls out, peering in the dim candlelight.

The flap to his tent parts and you step barefoot inside the cramped interior, donned in a dusted cloak.

"Oh, love. You surprised me. Is everything-" You silence him by removing your cloak, revealing your form naked as a babe. Your curves, your breasts, your soft curls between your thighs and your eyes dark and alive.

He's stunned beyond all comprehension at your raw beauty before him, and for one of only a handful of times in his lifetime, he's utterly speechless.

"I missed you. I need you." You breathe in a whine, disregarding the cloak at the entrance and kneeling before him, biting your lip.

You chase him to the floor with a hard kiss; one of roving tongues and explorative hands. His book abandoned without a bookmark, he takes great handfuls of your beautiful body, his cock instantly hardening with the intensity of the moment.

Your hands work quick, freeing him from the cloying suffocation of his clothes. He wrenches his shirt over his head, as you yank down his trousers and underwear in one fell pull. He kicks them off with his feet, as you dive back in to kiss him.

Heavy breaths and gasps fill the rapidly heating air around you both, as you writhe together.

Hands, lips, tongues, teeth.

Groping, kissing, licking, sucking, biting.

Your hand reaches between your bodies to line his thick cock with your warm and welcoming entrance.

Gale tries to speak, to object. He attempts to offer his services with tongues and digits, to prepare your body for the delicious stretch that would be your tight walls around him. But nothing comes out except nonsense and gasps.

You align him with the luscious wetness of your folds and take him within you. The air shoots from his lungs, as his hands fly to grab at your hips. Gazing down at him with pure desire and lust, you bounce on his tip, taking in a little more each time.

Tongue-tied, Gale flounders underneath you, so demonstrably aroused by the sudden need, his brain fails to function.

Your confidence grows, as you wetly swallow his length inside you, enveloping his throbbing cock completely. He growls and tenses at the feeling of your warm, wanting wetness, as his chest arches off the bedroll. The exquisite embrace of your pussy surrounding his willing cock.

As he gapes up at you, useless and barely able to form cohesive thought, you ride him at a gallop. Your hands press into his haired chest, as you ride him hard like a prize stallion, or a wild thing that needs to be tamed.

You bounce off your heels, pounding him relentlessly inside you. He glances down to your meeting, the sight of your breasts bounding, as he watches his length slamming inside you at a frenetic pace.

You tense and stutter as an orgasm crashes upon you, "Oh my Gods, ohmygods, ohmygods.. Yes-yes! YES!" You chorus as you squeeze on him.

He watches your face contort in delirious revelry, your pussy clenching his cock in a vice-grip, as you cum fervidly around him. The candlelight glowing on your nigh angelic form, almost as if you refract light from your very soul. Narrowly avoiding swallowing his own tongue in dumbed arousal, he just about avoids spilling himself at the vision of you cumming so quickly on his cock.

With barely any time to recover, you sit up straight, push your hair out of your beautiful face and smile blissfully and deviously down at him.

"I need more of you, love. More." You moan, beginning to roll your hips against him.

Gale clenches his jaw, the pleasure roiling through him from your undulating. He readjusts his grip to hold on to your hips, to feel the movement of you writhing against him.

He should really move, he should do more than just spectate at this spectacular performance but Hells if his body and mind weren't connecting at this precise moment.

You change the speed of your torturous pace and time seems to slow, as he stares up at you, watches you in reckless, wanton abandon. You are chaos, and nature, and sex and joy.

You are a Goddess.

The Goddess of love and longing and lust. The Patron of second chances, of truth and beauty.

Biting your lip, gazing at him through hooded eyes. Your divine form glowing with a sheen of sweat. Your hair sticking at the temples. Your hand stroking your clit as you move. Your breasts heaving as you keep grinding on him.

He will be your Chosen. No, not 'Chosen'. Not something to be cast aside when his usefulness is dried up.

He is your Champion.

He will fight for you, beside you, to the end and beyond. He will die for you, charge into battle with you..

The tight squeeze of your orgasm clenches down on him a second time and the tension in his head increases tenfold, threatening to explode.

"Yes-yes-yes! Gale !" You cry out, thighs shuddering from another intense release.

He winds a hand up your waist, to cup the underside of your breast, giving it a yearning squeeze. The sensation echoes in his sac, causing his eyes to roll back. Gods, he adores how you feel in his hands. The tangible weight of your body against his, the slap of your hips smacking his own. He tries to vocalise his thoughts, express his reverence and love but his impressive lexicon was currently out of commission at present.

You grab his wrists and forced them above him head, kissing him messily. He greedily follows you, groaning and gasping.

He can smell your scent, the sweetness and spice of your musk. He can taste your sweat salty on your skin. You viscerally attack every sense, surrounding him in nothing but desire and unbarred love.

His body finally starts responding to his commands, as he rutts up against your glorious, cum-soaked warmth. You felt like purest heaven as his gentle thrusts sound out debauched and sinful noises. The tactile sensation and auditory inference driving him higher and more desperate.

Oh, cursed Gods you feel so fucking incredible.

It's wonderful, and dangerous, and jubilant.

A deep rumbling noise, not of cohesive thought, emits from his chest, as your swollen cunt squelches around him so deliciously.

"Cum, Gale. Cum inside me. I need your cum inside me." You whine against his lips, releasing his hands and picking up pace once more.

He keens back at your mouth, a high and needing whine; gasping, open-mouthed and crazed against your parted lips. His pathetic hips barely stuttering against the once again frantic pace of your riding him. Speechless, he watches your perfection pound him raw.

His hips tense, his jaw clenches and his desperation winds tight. A violent, carnal delight wraps itself around his neck, spreads across his body like wildfire and burns him from the inside out.

He cries out like man possessed, bucking and thrashing, your unstoppable pace driving him over the precipice of ecstacy.

The enormous pressure building within him erupts and shoots inside your wet, tight cunt. His cum paints your walls, like unbridled waves crashing viciously against stone cliffs.

His cock twitches inside you, squeezing his chest, breath coming out in short, sharp bursts. The trembling aftershocks of orgasm akin to lovingly and violently wrenching his very soul through his cock, to spill inside your wanting womb.

He hisses his teeth as the feeling almost overwhelms him, if not for the press of your kiss on his lips. You slow your now finger-bruised hips to a languid stop, feeding him open-mouthed kisses, gasping and moaning against each other.

For the sweetest of moments, you lay together, sweaty and panting. Basking in the adoration and gently falling tranquility of the afterglow. His head light and dazed, his body tingling and alive.

"Oh my Gods." You sigh finally, pushing yourself up slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Shit. I came so quickly on the first one. Hells." You chuckle lightly, slightly embarrassed, covering your mouth.

Gale's lungs are still working to calm after the orgasm he just had, his ears ringing.

"Are you alright?" You smile at him, the familar look of adoration on your face.

He feels his face stretch into an elated, satisfied grin, "My Queen, my love, my Goddess.." He sighs through heavy breaths, eyes still rolling in his head, "I feel as though I need to change classes to a Cleric."

"What?" You question, with a giggle.

"Because that, my love, was akin to a religious experience." He admits, winding his hand into your hair and pulling you down for another exhilarating kiss.

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