#sub halsin

“Then I won’t keep you from it any longer,” he purred, slowly crawling up the druid’s body. He shifted his legs to kneel over Halsin’s head, his thighs spreading right over his face and grinned down at him. “Snap your fingers twice for me, love?” Halsin obeyed and Dayan nodded, satisfied at hearing their agreed signal to stop if needed. He gripped his length in a hand, stroking it from base to tip a few times and then lowered himself, his scrotum squishing pleasantly over Halsin’s nose. He felt the full-body shudder of his lover as Halsin inhaled deeply, mouth already working to suck the supple skin and soft round orbs. “Gods…just like that…” Dayan groaned, his head falling back as he rolled his hips, grinding himself against Halsin’s face. Beads of sweat slid down his thighs and the druid huffed, straining his neck to lap eagerly at the soft skin and clean him of every drop. 

Dayan ground down harder, stuffing Halsin’s mouth and nose with his heavy sack. “Open up more, wider,” he ordered breathlessly, huffing harder in pleasure when Halsin obeyed. 

His lover sucked Dayan’s balls dutifully, his tongue working over them without cease, licking and tasting, saliva starting to drool from the corner of his mouth. The scent and taste of Dayan’s sweat and musk was making Halsin shudder and twitch with need, his thick cock bouncing slightly as his hips ground up into empty air. “Not – hhh – done with you yet,” Dayan gasped, fist working his curved shaft faster. He slid back just enough to be able to watch Halsin’s face as he moaned and mouthed over Dayan’s saliva-slick ballsack, his eyes hazy with lust. 

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” the ranger gasped, lids heavy as he watched Halsin worship beneath him.

Precum beaded at the tip of that plush head and dripped, plinking onto the bridge of Halsin’s nose and sliding down over his cheek. Those glittering eyes stared up at Dayan under furrowed, needy brows and he actually whined, muffled around a mouthful of scrotum. Dayan grinned and gently slid back, freeing himself. Halsin sucked in a sharp breath and panted, his cheeks flushed darkly and his mouth wet. “Open up, beloved,” Dayan whispered, and smiled as that pink tongue slid out for him eagerly, ready to catch the drops of precum Dayan milked from his cock. His hand moved to slide two fingers into Halsin’s mouth, pulling it open more as he fed him, the druid swallowing every drop of syrup that drooled from the drow’s cockhead. 

Watching Halsin moan for his taste made Dayan’s prick swell even harder; Dayan ground it against that scarred face, smearing precum and drool all over Halsin’s lips and cheeks, his lengthy shaft pressed into Halsin’s nose as Dayan rolled his hips. His lover shuddered and jerked his own hips more. “M-My heart, you tease me–” Halsin gasped, his voice husky and strained, muffled against Dayan’s length. His mouth opened more, tongue desperately lapping against Dayan’s cock to taste every inch he could reach. The ranger chuckled softly and gripped himself, rubbing his plush tip against Halsin’s lips. 

“Do I?” he breathed as the druid groaned and tried to suckle, his prize pulled away too soon. Dayan felt Halsin arch below him, a flustered, frustrated growl rumbling. He petted through those loose brown locks soothingly. “Mmh patience, sunstone,” he admonished and then shifted completely off Halsin’s face, the druid lifting his head to try to chase after him with a hungry tongue. 

He was rewarded for his eagerness moments later, however, as Dayan simply turned around and sat back down. He felt the tremble of Halsin’s moan, that huge body shuddering as the heat and pheromone-laden scent of Dayan’s hole filled his senses. Dayan sucked in a sharp breath, as that thick, hot tongue wasted no time; his back arched deep to shove himself further into Halsin’s face, even as he reached for the poor druid’s neglected cock. 

His fingers wrapped around it as best they could and stroked, earning a muffled, muted huff of pleasure from the writhing wood elf below him. He got an extra hard grind for that. Dayan stroked more, his thumb rolling around that fat, plush cockhead, teasingly circling the rim of foreskin. Halsin bucked with a breathless growl, and Dayan laughed softly. “Keep going down there,” he called, slowing the pace of his hand. “Don’t get distracted, my sweet bear.”

As if to prove a point, that hot thick tongue expertly breached Dayan’s tight ring, lapping over the taut muscles with a hunger that made the drow bite back a cry of pleasure as his cock twitched, hard. He grunted and moved his hips, practically riding Halsin’s tongue as the druid rolled it into him, deeper and deeper.

Halsin’s cock was drooling almost as much as he was, Dayan noted with a grin; he strained forward to taste, tongue darting into the slit, causing a small earthquake of writhing below him. 

He groaned in delight as he licked up every tasty drop, Halsin twitching both in his hand and between his thighs. He heard the telltale creaking of wrists twisting in vine-wrought binds, subconsciously seeking escape. 

Dayan stroked a hand over the druid’s hip, caressing it. “Still good?” he murmured. There was a pause, then a finger snap. Dayan grinned and really started to grind against that beautiful face below him, Halsin’s surprised gasps and shuddering moans practically muffled to silence. Finally, he eased off, caressing Halsin’s shoulder as the druid’s hoarse pants for air warmed his thighs. “Easy, sunstone, breathe deep and slow,” he murmured, stroking back stray strands of hair from his face. Halsin’s mouth was gently swollen and flushed red, lips and cheeks slick with precum and drool. His pupils were blown out, the rim of green around them interspersed with flashes of gold. Even in his submission, the bear hungered. 

Dayan loved it. He shifted backward and bent to kiss the wood elf, upside down and messily, tongue claiming the heat of his mouth. He pulled back to let Halsin breathe, the druid no doubt light-headed from having his nostrils plugged with Dayan’s balls. He stroked through his hair, cradling his face. “More?” he asked, lips curling slowly at the sheer need that twisted on Halsin’s face. The druid sucked in a breath and begged, voice raw and crackling. “More – more , my wolf, I need you – fuck me, please ! Silvanus give me strength, I cannot wait another moment–” 

"You can and you will,” Dayan interrupted firmly, his hands gentle in Halsin’s hair. “There's plenty more to come.” Halsin growled in frustration and received a hard, biting kiss, Dayan shushing him lovingly. He licked softly over those bruised, swollen lips, then rose in one graceful motion and moved to straddle Halsin’s torso again, settling down across his chest. He gestured, squinting with concentration, as the Entangle spell shifted, sprouted more writhing vines that snaked up the tree behind them, wrapping around a branch and then downward towards Halsin. They curled around him, lifting the druid’s arms and upper shoulders from the ground. Head raising, Halsin blinked at him and shifted himself to get more comfortable. He nodded to Dayan, letting him know all was well in the new position. Dayan smirked as he carefully slid his shaft between the impressive rise of Halsin's pecs and gripped them tight, squeezing them together and starting to grind his hips. He glanced up to the elf's face and his lips curled wider to see the open-mouthed flush that stained his cheeks, much different than the instinct-driven arousal from before. Halsin's eyes darted off to the side, his expression no less than flustered, embarrassed enjoyment. 

"Ohh, what's that look, my love?" Dayan purred, precum pooling over his lover's neck. He bent down and whispered low in a pink-tipped pointed ear, hips still sliding himself between his love's plush cleavage. "I think you must like it when I rut myself against you, eager for whatever friction I find to sate me, mmh?" 

"Hhhh..." Halsin shuddered, arching up against the drow, his wrists twisting in the magicked binds. "I-I do. No one..offers such a thing..."

Dayan pressed a kiss to Halsin’s ear, his husky whisper warm with adoration and love. “I’ll use you any time you wish, my sun. You only need ask.” He moved to plant a warm, loving kiss on those panting lips, Halsin moaning into his mouth, spurring Dayan on; his hips snapped, grinding his cock into Halsin’s makeshift cleavage, seeking the warmth of his body. He could tell it was making the elf squirm with embarrassment in the most arousing way and he kissed him again deeply. 

"Being so good for me," he murred against those kiss-swollen lips, tasting himself on them. “So good ~ gets you a reward.” He rose back up, planting his legs firmly. 

"Lift your head more," he instructed, his hand moving to grip a fist in those sweat-dripped locks. "And open your mouth. Mmh, yes, just like that. Tongue out…” Dayan’s other hand moved to grip Halsin’s chin, thumb pushing into his maw and pulling it open more, stretching his lips wider. He smiled adoringly at the pretty sight of his love, flushed and needy. So undone, such a mess. 

“That’s my sweet bear, so patient~." 

And then he thrust.

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"Mmmh, tongue out more, my love. Drink down the taste you missed so much~"

Halsin gasped and groaned as Dayan's cockhead plunged past his open lips, raking across his tongue and spilling precum into his mouth, plunging into that warm heat and back out again, over and over. Halsin's tongue worked to lick up every drop frantically, rolling over Dayan's slit and plush tip every time it kissed his lips, again and again.

Dayan kept thrusting – deeper, past Halsin’s tongue now, and deeper, hitting the back of his throat. He heard the gagging and almost came, but managed to hold on until he could– “Nngh!! Fuck! So tight–” Dayan’s words cut off as his cock popped down Halsin’s throat, the druid jerking in his bonds as he fought his gag reflex. He choked around Dayan’s cock, gagged prettily, saliva drooling from his open mouth. 

Dayan soothed fingers through those brown locks, even as he kept thrusting; Halsin held his breath and then sucked in air through his nose, sitting up more. He opened up his throat for the drow, who praised his lovely bear and curled a hand tighter in his hair. Dayan thrust, fucking Halsin’s throat now, loving the filthy noises it made, the loud suck echoing in the air. His hand instinctively went to cup the druid’s thick neck and feel his driving length shift beneath skin. 

It didn’t take long. Halsin’s tongue working his hole deeply had done half the job and feeling his cock slide back and forth, bulging Halsin’s neck finished him. Dayan felt his balls tighten as he fucked into Halsin’s panting mouth and groaned low, guttural. Head dropping forward, eyes locked on the image in front of him, he gripped Halsin’s hair tighter, the druid’s tongue lolling out as he moaned huskily, his face flushed red. Dayan pulled out of Halsin’s throat and clutched his cock, pumping it with a low breathy moan until he felt that taut line snap – his hips jerked forward, cock twitching in his hand as thick cream spurted over Halsin’s waiting tongue. It coated his face, spattering in lines over his cheeks and nose and pooling into his mouth. 

He swallowed and swallowed with shaking, pleased noises. Just before Dayan finished, he grabbed Halsin’s hair with both hands and yanked his mouth down on the drow’s pulsing shaft. He shoved himself deep down that narrow throat and finished there, Halsin’s swallows squeezing the last few spurts from him, filling the druid’s nose with the thick, heady musk of his scent. 

With a low quaking groan, Dayan finally pulled out and sat back as Halsin sagged, panting softly. It took a moment for the drow to come back to himself, the fog of pleasure dissipating slowly; he found himself sitting back on Halsin’s chest, panting and shivering lightly, his cock still slightly twitching as it softened. 

Halsin was breathing hard, swallowing spit and semen and trembling in his bonds, body drenched in sweat. His eyes had a haze over them and Dayan glanced behind him to see the druid’s cock still full and stiff, soaked shiny with pre and throbbing. He smiled softly and quickly climbed off the massive elf. Lying next to him, Dayan carefully directed the vines to drop Halsin’s arms slowly, his shoulders no doubt sore from the stretch of being held aloft by his wrists; they fell heavily over Dayan’s neck and he allowed the bindings to loosen and slither away. Halsin didn’t move his arms though, leaving them wrapped around the smaller elf as he sank down against him. His head tucked up against the hollow between Dayan’s neck and collarbone. 

The drow wrapped his arm around those broad shoulders and Halsin instinctively curled up into him, despite the size difference; Dayan reached down for that throbbing, aching cock and started to stroke. Halsin began to protest, bleary eyes opening as he claimed Dayan didn’t need to finish him, the pleasure in serving was enough – but Dayan shushed him and just held him close. 

He watched his love’s face as he deftly stroked him closer and closer to his own climax, Halsin gripping his arm as his silver wolf pulled him over the edge. It didn’t take long until Halsin clutched at him hard enough to bruise, shaking violently in Dayan’s arms as he shouted his name and painted them both with copious amounts of sticky seed. Dayan kept stroking through the orgasm, slowing with Halsin’s heartbeats until he stopped, the druid giving one final full body shudder before stilling. Dayan lifted his hand to his mouth and licked it clean, groaning at the taste of his lover, and then wrapped both his arms around the druid and just held him for a long while, gently combing fingers through his hair over and over. He cast what little healing magic he had, just to make any soreness fade; Halsin sighed and nuzzled his neck in thanks, kissing it gently before getting comfortable again for a little while longer. Finally, calmed and comforted, Halsin sat up slowly with a soft little groan, rubbing at his still-slick mouth. He came back with a handful of sticky drool and made a face as he laughed quietly. His voice was still slightly hoarse. “You did make a mess out of me, didn’t you?” “I keep my promises,” Dayan smirked, plucking a fat leaf off one of the nearby plants. He folded it into a large makeshift cup and offered it to Halsin. The druid accepted it gratefully, conjuring it full of water and drank his fill, then another full cup after that. He did the same for Dayan, who then sated his own thirst. “I admit, I thought you’d planned to…well, do something slightly different,” Halsin said and Dayan laughed softly, cupping the druid’s still slightly-flushed cheek. “Oh, I still plan to, no need to call it a night yet. If you’re desiring more, that is.” 

Halsin chuckled low and nodded, his hand raising to press against Dayan’s. “Always, my heart. I can never have enough of your touch.” 

Dayan smiled, relieved to hear it. “Might need your help.” He looked at Halsin with a teasing little smile. “If you can spare a restoration spell…or two~” Halsin blinked and then laughed, having to take a moment before he collected himself. “Ah, of course, my proud wolf. Of course. Can’t have you ravish me with a flagging spirit, can we?” He cast the spell, both of them bathed in a calming green light briefly. Dayan sighed, feeling awake and ready for a second or third round. “I don’t want anything flagging, thank you,” Dayan grinned and shifted to his knees. “But I do have a surprise for you.” “Oh…?” Halsin asked with a teasing smile playing around his lips and settled back in a small sloped patch of grass, watching Dayan with interest. “Yes. I don’t know if this is going to work exactly like I want, but I’ve been practicing and – well, let’s just see,” he muttered mysteriously and shifted to sit on his heels. He lifted his hands, gesturing a little while mumbling words under his breath, as his hands started to glow. Whatever he was casting surged up his arms and over his body, making it shine faintly, then more and more strongly, until Halsin’s eyes widened as he realized what Dayan was trying to cast. “My heart, is that – are you casting polym–” But before Dayan could answer, his body jerked back violently as his whole form alighted, the shape of him flickering strangely; Halsin sucked in a breath, brows furrowed in slight worry as the spell seemed to struggle somewhat. But then with a slight flare of light, it stilled and Dayan fell forward onto his hands and knees, breathing harshly.

“Hhhh…” The drow’s head was down, hair falling over his face as his splayed fingers curled and dragged through the grass. Each finger was tipped with a dark claw, almost like a tiefling’s, but black and slightly more curved and narrow. There was shaggy silvery-gray fur now over his shoulders, elbows and knees, and fluffed on his chest between his pecs. 

He lifted his head and Halsin felt a thrill surge through him to see those gentle violet eyes had turned as yellow as a harvest moon, bright and gleaming. Dayan smiled and his teeth were sharp. And – likely not intended but still, striking – the drow had traded his elf ears for two tall proud wolf ears, tipped with black, and a thick tail that whipped almost challengingly. Halsin stared for a shocked, silent beat and then took a shuddering breath. Dayan stalked towards his lover on hands and knees, his smile curling wide to show those sharp, long wolf fangs. 

As he crawled onto Halsin’s lap, straddling him, the druid’s eyes widened as he felt something hard press against his stomach – thicker and longer than it had been before, with a very tell-tale bulge at the base. Halsin’s eyes flashed gold and he groaned a low, rumbling sound, his hands grabbing onto Dayan’s hips as the drow started bathing his neck with a long, flat tongue. “Ooohhh fuck , Oakfather preserve me…”  

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"Soo...you haven't...mmmhh said what you think."

There was a smile, a flash of fangs in the moonlight, and dark claws dragged slowly across a muscular back.

"Hhhaah..."

"Ah, good things, then."

"Hhhnn....g-good things, yes. Very good things, my hh--hah--!"

Dayan gave a low throaty chuckle and leaned back on Halsin's lap, withdrawing his clawed nails from the druid's back. He lifted a hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue over the edge of one, tasting copper. Halsin stared, lost in the sight of it.

"You should keep the marks," the drow continued. "I want to be reminded of tonight for awhile yet, when we're in our bedroll." His voice was huskier than usual and it was doing things to the poor wood elf. Even with the restoration spell he was surprised at how quickly heat pooled in his groin and his flaccid length stirred just from Dayan talking to him.

Though, of course, the tongue on his neck, and the teeth and claws in his skin helped.

"Con...Consider it done..." It was hard for Halsin to answer, Dayan's hips hadn't stopped their slow, torturous roll since he straddled his thighs; his rock-hard prick was grinding distractingly into the druid's soft stomach, smearing stickiness across his skin. The stammer earned another low laugh and Dayan leaned into Halsin, to run his tongue languidly over the slowly-seeping bite marks he'd already left in the crook where neck meets shoulder.

After he'd left the druid thoroughly shivering, skin prickled with goosebumps, he pressed lips to his neck, murmuring.

"It's not silly...? I didn't mean to include...these particular additions," he sat up, gesturing to indicate the ears perched atop his head and the tail, with a crinkled-nose frown.

Halsin bit his bottom lip, considering his words.

"Not silly," he emphasized and then chuckled softly. "But...I can't deny, my heart. It is cute." At Dayan's look he held up his hands in surrender.

"Cute and...! Well. Rather arousing. Or is this not evidence enough?" He slid his hands back down to Dayan's hips and pulled him closer, so he could feel his length press against the druid's nearly-full erection. Dayan groaned low and rolled his hips again, earning a huff from his love. He leaned in flush against the bigger elf, his lips brushing the other's.

"You just like the fangs," he rasped with a grin, and kissed Halsin hard, that tongue licking between the druid's lips and over his teeth before pushing into his mouth.

The claws lightly traced down the back of his neck, down his spine, and then dug into his lower back and raked their way back up. Halsin arched, hissing as the pain shot pleasure through his limbs and groin. The burning chased after, endorphins making him almost woozy as he clung to Dayan, moans edged with the softest whine.

Dayan pulled back and slid his tongue down Halsin's jaw to the other side of his neck to lavish it with attention now. "Such pretty noises and I've barely started, besides..."

"So cruel to tease an old elf," Halsin groaned and Dayan actually sat up and laughed, showing off all his sharp teeth and making Halsin's cock twitch at the sight.

"Hahah! Who do you think you're talking to?" He grinned, cupping Halsin's face and planting a kiss on his nose. "Shall I call you Elder now, oh venerated one? What are these fine lines at the corners of my eyes and mouth, I wonder~"

"Beautiful. Perfect." Halsin said simply, his eyes soft as he gazed at Dayan. "Nothing more and nothing less."

Dayan blinked, at a loss for words; lips parted and cheeks warming. He puffed out a breath and in a sudden lurch buried his face in the right crook of Halsin's neck, tongue hot against the skin. A hand gripped in his ruddy brown locks and pulled as wolf teeth sank deep.

Halsin gasped and dug his nails into Dayan's hips, his mouth dropping open with a cry as his silver wolf marked and claimed him fiercely, sealing it with a bloody kiss.

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"Gods, my love -- you taste so much better. You smell so much better..." Dayan's voice was nearly a growl now, his lips pressed to Halsin's ear as he actively ground himself against the druid's thick full cock, a hand spanning them both to hold them together, slickened with his own spit and the shared mix of their precum.

Halsin was lying back against the gentle grassy slope, writhing beneath the polymorphed drow. His skin was criss-crossed with claw marks, some only red scratches and others harsh lines of torn skin, seeping lazily. The rest of his body held sharp bites, circles of stinging red dotted from Halsin's neck to his hips.

The druid's eyes were practically rolled back in his skull with such a heady mix of pain and pleasure constantly surging through him.

Dayan moved his head down to place another, biting a ring around Halsin's left nipple that made the druid jolt, quivering as Dayan's tongue flicked the pert bud trapped between his teeth.

"D-Dayan...by all the Gods, please, I-I...I am going to go mad without you inside me--"

"Is this what it feels like for you?" the drow groaned, ignoring the sweet plea while he suckled that nipple until it tingled. He felt a gush of liquid pour over his fingertips from Halsin's throbbing cock and smirked, nipping his skin once before sitting up.

He eyed Halsin's face, noting his eyes were almost entirely glimmering gold now. He saw his teeth seemed sharper; he glanced down and exhaled a hard breath to see the pulsing cock had a little extra addition at its base, swollen and tender. A shiver of arousal went through the drow and he hummed, leaning to kiss him deeply.

"Hold back the bear, beloved...but I can take the claws and teeth. Do you like how I feel against you, like this?" He thrust into Halsin more, that round knot at the base of his thicker cock grinding against the druid’s own.

"Ye-e-e-eesss..." Halsin answered, a guttural growl of a sound, his eyes flashing. Dayan returned the growl as he sat up, the timbre different; they complimented each other, he thought. He gripped their cocks with both hands and stroked them together, frotting almost viciously.

Halsin bucked up into his hands, heaving short sharp breaths; his knees lifted, toes digging into the grass. “Silvanus preserve me,” he panted, glitters of gold light sparking down his body like a cresting wave. “My wolf, I’m not – I-I can’t–”

“Shhhh, shh shh shh…” Dayan’s ears flicked forward as his right hand cupped Halsin’s jaw, the left squeezing his cock at the base, above the new knot. He leaned in close, murmuring against those parted, wet lips. “Breathe, beloved…” He felt Halsin’s now-sharp nails dig into the soft meat of his ass, and traced a thumb over a bottom lip, then dipped inside and touched a fanged tooth, bringing forth the lightest pinprick. Halsin groaned at the sudden scent of blood.

With a gentle grin, Dayan slid his fingers to the back of the druid’s head and gripped his hair, pushing his head into the crook of his neck.

“Bite. Soothe the beast with heat and blood,” he murred and tensed in anticipation. He could feel Halsin fight against it and tightened his fingers, tugging sharply on his hair. His voice was a growling rasp, an order.

”Bite.”

And Halsin did.

The pain was intense, but Dayan had felt much worse, and hardly with the heat of his lover’s body against him and his throbbing cock in hand. He gritted his teeth, sucking in a painful quivering breath, Halsin’s nails cutting into his skin as the druid gripped his hips tight.

The growl that escaped Halsin’s throat made Dayan’s eyelids flutter and he shook with a husky groan more animal than man, lost in blissful agony. Halsin’s cock leaked down his shaft, coating Dayan’s fingers and he lifted them to his mouth, sucking each clean in turn, lost in the scent of him, his sweat and musk, in the scent of blood.

“D-Don’t…bite off a chunk,” he laughed breathlessly and Halsin moaned, seeming to shake himself and eased off. His tongue lapped at Dayan’s bloody shoulder and his strong arms slid around the ranger, fingers curling in the fur that now lined them.

“I’m sorry my heart,” he breathed, touching Dayan’s shoulder with a glowing hand. The drow felt healing magic start to knit him together. “Thank you, thank you…”

“Not too much,” Dayan panted, letting go of Halsin’s hair to touch his hand with fingertips. “Leave enough to scar.” He laughed again, giddy and lightheaded and pulled back, cradling Halsin’s crimson-streaked jaw between hands. His lips and entire chin were coated in Dayan’s blood and he thought it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. He kissed him, deeply, tasting his own copper and wondered if this is how Astarion felt when Dayan shared himself.

He pulled back, still looking into those lustful eyes, the gold sparks calmed now. "May I bind you again?" he asked reverently and rewarded Halsin with hungry kisses when he nodded his assent. Halsin returned them with a desperation Dayan wasn't sure he'd ever felt from the druid. Open mouthed and panting, tongue lolling, begging softly between for his love to use him, break him, make him his.

Those familiar ropes of green slithered up and over Halsin's strong powerful limbs, wrapping around them in a way that was both practical and lovely to look at, as Dayan backed away. The vines -- strong and strewn with leaves and flowering honeysuckle -- tied themselves across his body, knotting at certain points, criss-crossing at others.

They wrapped around his throat, his chest, binding his wrists and arms together, wound over his cock, between his legs and around them, tying thigh and calf. Halsin moaned at every motion, the tendrils not soft enough to avoid scraping the claw and bite marks and making them burn deliciously.

The final flourish covered his eyes like a pretty blindfold and he writhed, turning his head with a shuddering breath.

"Still good?" Dayan whispered in his ear and Halsin nodded, pressing his face to nuzzle into Dayan's hair needily.

The drow backed up to look his fairly mentally-taxing handiwork over, Halsin panting softly, turning his head to follow his sounds. The sight was exquisite; all that power and strength given over to vulnerability and trust. Dayan slid his hands over the druid's thighs.

"Dark Dancer save me, you're so godsdamned beautiful Halsin," he whispered and bent to kiss a trail down his inner thighs, between each binding tendril, his hand lightly stroking the poor elf's trapped cock. His love only moaned, bending upward into his touch, gasping and shuddering with each sharp bite and suckle over his inner thighs.

Dayan huffed a hard breath as he pressed his face between the elf's legs, his scent making a hungry growl rumble in the back of the drow's throat. Halsin's cock pulsed under his hand, only held back from release by the vines holding him in pleasure. Dayan shifted some of them to free his heavy balls, burying his face in them and breathing that intoxicating scent, musk and woodsmoke and sweat; he suckled on them and tasted salt and river water.

Halsin groaned somewhere far above and Dayan felt like he might not be able to wait much longer himself, his cock aching and twitching between his thighs as he rolled his tongue down to press against that tight ring of muscle. He delved into it, the heat inside so much hotter it almost burned.

Saliva dribbled down the druid's ass, the drow's tongue breaching his hole and pushing inside, rolling and tasting and making that channel slick. His claws scraped lightly at sensitive skin, making Halsin jerk with a gasp and shiver, tense up just enough to squeeze.

Dayan panted as he spread thumbs on either side of that trembling ring and stretched it wide, pressing his face into it and started tongue-fucking the druid. Deeper and deeper -- much more than he could get with his usual appendage. What a thrill it was, too.

Halsin writhed even more wildly, making Dayan have to hold him down to properly reach deep, until he felt a familiar nub with the tip of his tongue. He pressed it, rubbed firmly back and forth and got the reaction he desired. Halsin wailed, bucking so hard he nearly pushed Dayan off him as he cursed -- Dayan assumed -- in a druidic language the ranger didn't know. His cock jerked, flushed dark red and trembling, weeping clear syrup over his bound stomach, aching to come but unable.

He reached up to feel that thick meat twitching beneath the vines and moved them aside to free it and stroke, managing to angle himself so he could keep grinding that hot wet muscle into Halsin's prostate.

But before Halsin could climax a second time, Dayan pulled back and rose over him, gesturing the vines away from his eyes. Halsin looked up, cheeks and ears flushed pink, the color crawling down his neck. Once more fully blown out, those pretty eyes stared up at the drow, brow crinkled in lust and desire and need.

"...Please..." Halsin said, his voice breaking in a near-sob and something in Dayan sparked, lit aflame -- he hefted those tree-trunk thighs up, vines tying them neatly to the rest of the bindings so his love could relax, let himself lie there and take what he was given. Halsin's head lolled to the side, his loosened hair falling prettily across his face as he watched his silver wolf finally press up against his plump round ass, cock in hand.

Dayan glanced down only once, to aim the tip at Halsin's spit-soaked entrance and push it in slowly with a thumb; his eyes lifted to remain locked on his sweet bear's wanton, needy expression. That alone was nearly enough to make him falter and thrust too deep too soon, but he managed to hold it together. Dayan was much bigger than usual, almost Halsin’s size and he wanted to be careful; the druid’s innards squeezed him tight enough as they parted to take it all, slow but firm.

His fangs closed over his bottom lip, lower eyelids twitching at the sensation of sinking into that searing heat, Halsin's eager hole practically sucking him in. Lips parted as he watched Halsin's face contorted in pleasure; watched his mouth drop open slowly, brows furrowing over eyes squeezed shut. His back arched fully off the ground, the druid crying out a long shaking sound of ecstacy.

Dayan felt like the wolf more than ever; he pressed closer, leaning over Halsin, his ears back and teeth bared – finally, finally, burying himself in his love to the hilt – or, almost to the hilt, his knot nudging into that stretched rim like a promise. He pressed harder, seeking more of that warmth, toes scraping the grass, until Halsin’s head fell back and he whimpered, eyes wet with intensity. Only then did Dayan pull back, til only the tip remained. He exhaled a growl and with a gesture – Halsin’s cock was freed from the binding and Dayan thrust.

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The cry that his lover gave echoed across the river, Halsin climaxing immediately at the first powerful slam inside him. Dayan snapped his hips hard against the druid’s body, fucking him through his intense orgasm, the vines creaking as Halsin tested the bonds with his violent contortions, his cock pulsing again and again as he painted his chest and stomach with thick jets of seed. Whatever control Halsin had clung to during Dayan’s unending teasing snapped and he sobbed his pleasure to the stars, voice crying the drow’s name with abandon.

Dayan’s grin was feral as he grabbed the vines and pulled Halsin to him for a heavy kiss, his love’s moan swallowed by mouth and tongue as he finished. The druid’s body collapsed against him, quaking at the sensation of being taken so deeply, sensitive and tender from such an intense orgasm.

Dayan grabbed Halsin’s hips and held him steady, the druid’s head leaning on his shoulder, while he thrust harder and deeper, making the massive elf jolt with each pound of his narrow pelvis. He kissed Halsin’s jaw and neck and bit him gently, earning a hoarse, crackling groan.

“You still have a request, my love,” he growled in his ear, sucking the lobe and earning a shaking noise of pleasure. “Anything you want – anything. I’ll even switch places, or stop if you’re sated–”

“No – don’t stop! Don’t stop,” Halsin moaned quickly, his face burying into Dayan’s neck. “J-Just – let me hold you, please, please, my heart, my wolf, I need to hold you–”

No other words were needed – the vines came undone in a heartbeat, Halsin nearly falling atop Dayan as he was suddenly released, his limbs trembling from the strain they’d been under. But true to his word, as soon as he was freed his legs hooked around those pumping hips and his arms wrapped tight around the drow’s shoulders. His face was still crushed against the spot he’d bit, his panting breaths muffled into the drow’s shoulder.

Dayan balanced himself on his hands, his movements smoother and less jolting, breath coming in grunts and ragged gasps. After a minute he slid his arms around the larger elf and held him just as tight, kissing wherever his lips could reach.

He felt something poking into his abdomen and realized Halsin was getting hard again; he grinned and angled his hips so he could rub his body against it, pleased when a shudder made the druid twitch underneath him, his clawed fingernails dragging over Dayan’s shoulders and making him hiss in pleasure. His head bowed, lips pressing a kiss to Halsin’s chest, his nipples, his neck.

“Gods, you’re like an aphrodisiac,” he mumbled into Halsin’s collarbone. “I can’t get enough~”

With a grunt he suddenly rolled over, pulling Halsin so the druid was atop him, his legs straddling his hips now. Halsin gasped and then cried out as his weight brought him back down on Dayan’s thick shaft heavily, the drow catching him before he took more than he wanted. He kissed him again and again in apology, shifting his shoulders so Halsin could wrap him back up in those thick arms.

Lifting his knees and bracing his heels in the dirt, Dayan pumped a little faster, his brows furrowed as he felt himself getting closer and closer to that plateau. Halsin pushed himself up on his palms to hover over Dayan, look down at him, their eyes lost in one another a moment. Dayan lifted a hand, cupped Halsin’s cheek, the druid tilting into it and drawing his thumb into his mouth.

“Do you want to…” Dayan paused, hesitating, and then grinned, cheeks flushing a little darker. “Do you want to take it…?” he asked quietly, biting his bottom lip, a fang poking over. Halsin melted at the sight and nodded, eyes closing as he sucked on Dayan’s thumb and bit it gently.

”Please,” he rumbled, looking down…and Dayan was struck mute by the sight.

Halsin’s hair hung wild, falling over half his face, strands stuck to his forehead and cheeks with the sweat that dripped down his temple and dotted his forehead. His cheeks were flushed beautifully, reddened to the tips of his ears and down his neck, lips bite-bruised and swollen, parted and soft.

And those eyes…shining wet, red-rimmed and hazy, pupils big enough they looked dark in the moonlight; he looked at Dayan with such naked, tender vulnerability the drow’s chest tightened and he suddenly felt incredibly protective.

“Come here,” he said suddenly, reaching for Halsin’s shoulders and drawing him back down, wrapping one arm tight around him and the other slipping between their bodies to grip his hard cock and stroke it in time with the deep rocking pace of his hips. Halsin moved as well, rolling back on Dayan’s cock to meet his thrusts, rim pressing more and more onto that thick knot with every motion. Dayan could feel himself cresting, stroking faster as Halsin clung tightly to him, eyes widening with surprise at how quickly the drow’s touch was bringing him to his pleasure.

Dayan shifted his hand to Halsin’s jaw, thumb pressing lightly on his lip, groaning as that pretty mouth fell open, fangs glinting. He wondered if his own were as attractive; his fist pumped faster and Halsin suddenly gripped his shoulders painfully tight.

“Dayan! I’m–!!”

Whatever words he meant to say were swallowed by the shout that exploded from his open mouth, the druid’s body jerking as his cock pulsed in Dayan’s hand, spurting another heavy load; his ass tightened hard and Dayan’s breath caught in his throat, his back arching as he struggled to thrust through the rhythmic squeezing of Halsin’s intense orgasm. His fingers slipped from Halsin’s cheek and he slapped his hand on his ass, grabbing it and squeezing tight; he jerked his hips hard, arched deep and held himself inside with trembling thighs, cresting his climax right alongside his lover’s.

Pleasure-filled cries spilled from Dayan’s lips as his aching cock pumped jet after jet of hot seed deep in the druid’s guts; his eyes squeezed open, meeting Halsin’s own and he lifted his head and bit his neck again, marking him a third time. Halsin moaned happily, spreading his legs wider, eagerly. Dayan growled more, dug his nails into the larger male’s ass – and thrust.

Halsin cried out til his voice broke, as his silver wolf knotted him, the sudden stretch and fullness making him orgasm a second time, dry but shaking; electricity shooting through him from groin to toes and fingertips. He sucked in a shuddering breath and collapsed, his body trembling with aftershocks for several minutes afterwards.

“...I love you,” Dayan rasped as he held the druid tightly, taking deep slow breaths to quell his pounding chest. . “And I, you; my heart, my brave silver wolf.” Halsin smiled in bliss. He was so full. He could feel his channel gently swollen with Dayan’s seed and knot both, making him shiver every time he shifted gently. He decided not to move, content to lie there and feel his wolf inside him as long as he could. Arms the color of the sky before a storm wound around him and his chest rumbled like a happy bear in the sun.

Limbs relaxed as Halsin sank into his love’s embrace, both of them resting into the grass, eyes closed and foreheads pressed together. Dayan’s fingers eventually found his hair, twining in it to stroke gently. The only sound accompanying their reverie was the gentle breeze through the trees, a harmony to their gently panting, satisfied breaths.

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“Halsin…sweet lover mine~”

“Mmmhhhh…?”

“I think I can pull out now…want me to try?”

“Hrrrfh.”

Dayan could feel Halsin’s huff against his chest, his face nested in the new soft fur that tufted over it, eyes closed with contentment. He chuckled quietly and gently poked the elf’s pointed ear.

“Hey lazy bear, I’m thirsty, geddoff me.”

“Comfy,” came the answering grumble, Halsin’s face pointedly turning into Dayan’s chest more.

The drow stared up at the stars, his arms splayed beside him in the grass. “So this is how it ends for me, trapped beneath a druid I fucked into hibernation.” He sighed dramatically. “I accept my fate with open arms. May Lady Silverhair sing my lifesong~”

Halsin opened one sulky eye and sighed heavily at the melodramatic speech, pushing himself up to sit on Dayan’s hips. “Who’s learning bad habits from our little star, now?” he grumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes and stretching. The drow watched, endeared by how much Halsin really acted like a grumpy bear when he was forced to move from a favorite spot.

Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he shifted a little and felt his length slide free, fully flaccid now, though he – a little worryingly – hadn’t yet changed back to a plain drow. He mused on that as Halsin exhaled, a shiver running through him at the sensation, and moved to plop beside Dayan in the grass.

“Did you get the catharsis you hoped for tonight?” Halsin asked softly as he lounged back and basked in the soreness given to him by his lover.

“I think so. I certainly feel more relaxed,” Dayan laughed. “And it was nice to…know what to do, for once. Know what worked. I think I worry too much whether I can make the right decisions. Deciding whether a grove should be ransacked by goblins is easy,” he murmured, eyes cast down. “But we’re going into the lion’s den and I don’t know what to do. Everyone’s counting on me and I’m lost.”

“My heart,” Halsin leaned in, took one of Dayan’s hands and brought it to his lips. “You’re not alone in this, I promise you. We are all of us all counting on each other.” His voice lowered and he leaned in. “For as long as I’ve known you – you’ve only ever tried to do what you thought was right. Often at some great cost to yourself.” He paused and smiled, bittersweet. “I know that firsthand.”

Dayan’s brows crinkled. “Halsin…”

A finger to his lips. “Shush. Water under the bridge, as you say. But listen now. I speak only the truth.” He tapped Dayan’s chest. “Your heart is the strongest lodestone I know. Follow it, beloved. And I’ll follow you. I will be by your side, always.”

Dayan didn’t trust himself to speak. He just nodded and leaned up to kiss his honey-sweet bear so he wouldn’t see wetness at the corner of his eyes.

His head lowered, pressing against Halsin’s shoulder a moment; his eyes fell on the druid’s chest and he blinked, lifting his head with a wince. Reaching out, the ranger ran fingertips over all the bite and claw marks that covered the elf, all the wounds he left on Halsin’s skin.

“Too tired to heal these away?” he asked, a little worriedly. “Are you all right? I hope I wasn’t too rough…”

“Not at all, my heart. It was perfect, every moment,” Halsin reassured him, then paused and laughed a bit sheepishly, touching the bite marks around his left nipple with gentle fingertips. “I did just a cursory healing for us both, to avoid infection, but I, ah…I want them to stay for a bit. Like you wanted yours…I want to be reminded of tonight when we’re together in our bedroll,” he grinned at Dayan, echoing his earlier words.

He noticed Halsin’s teeth seemed to be back to normal and ran his tongue over his own, frowning a bit.

“Halsin! Your jerkin won’t cover half of those, everyone’s going to think I mauled you,” Dayan fretted, though his cheeks warmed at the thought of walking in there with the druid, proudly showing off his handiwork. Halsin smirked, leaning on his hand to whisper in Dayan’s ear, his voice a husky purr.

“Let them.”

“You are incorrigible. Thank the gods,” Dayan smiled and tilted his head to catch the elf’s mouth in a kiss, soft and tender, lasting until they both had to pull away for air, chuckling together at still being so hungry for each other’s lips. He leaned back in the grass as Halsin searched for the abandoned leaf cup, filling it up to slake his thirst after all their very energetic activity, and basked in the glow of the stars.

“I notice the polymorph hasn’t worn off. Not that I mind you still being my handsome silver wolf,” Halsin mused, filling the cup again and offering it to Dayan. The drow accepted it gratefully and sat up to drain the cup, wiping his mouth after and holding it back out for a refill. Halsin obliged with a smile and then started to work a little more healing magic into his sore body.

Just a little. The aches and tenderness were part of the experience, after all.

“It has not,” Dayan agreed and grimaced, staring down at the water. “In truth, um…Gale made this spell for me, it’s something he created himself. I asked him for his help…” Dayan coughed. “I may have neglected to also ask how long it’s supposed to work.” He took a sip of water and sighed, his ears flattening with his realization.

Halsin had to suppress the urge to reach out and scratch one of them. Dayan probably didn’t even realize he’s doing that, he thought. Nor how adorable it looks.

“Knowing him…everyone’s going to wake up to a sight tomorrow much more surprising than a few bite marks.” He groaned and flopped back in the grass. “Astarion is going to have a fit, I will never live this down.”

“You asked for Gale’s help?” Halsin repeated in surprise, looking down at the other with raised brows. “I – this was rather spontaneous tonight, was it not? I hadn’t even planned to follow you until I saw you take your weapons, surely you didn’t intend–”

“Oh no, no this wasn’t planned,” Dayan said quickly, holding up his hands. “I mean – this wasn’t,” he touched a row of claw marks on Halsin’s hip, unable to keep from grinning a little at the sight. He was rather proud of them, he couldn’t deny it. Maybe that was more of the wolf. “My desire tonight was all your fault, sunstone.” He smiled at that but Halsin pressed.

“But this spell was something planned…? I’m sorry to keep on it, I’m just curious. You’ve said before that you don’t enjoy shapechanging.”

“I don’t enjoy having to disguise myself with magic just to safely exist topside,” Dayan clarified softly. “I didn’t go into it. But that’s what I really meant.”

Halsin’s brow furrowed and he scooted over to Dayan, lying down on his side next to him so they faced one another. He lifted a hand to the drow’s cheek, and Dayan smiled, his own hand cupping Halsin’s, an instinctive motion.

“My apologies, my heart. I didn’t intend to make you think of such things. Nor that you felt you couldn’t tell me the specifics. I know why, and while we’ve already had that discussion – I’m sorry, still.”

Dayan squeezed his hand, but didn’t speak on it; like Halsin said, they’d already talked about that, and a great many other things besides on the particular topic of Dayan’s heritage. Water under the bridge. “It’s all right,” he said softly. “But as to this spell…I asked Gale to help me do something like it because I…well, I wanted to know what it was like, for you,” he murmured softly, feeling a little embarrassed about it.

“For me?” Halsin blinked.

Dayan slid closer to the druid, his hand moving to Halsin’s chest, over his heart. “Your bear is a part of you, in every way it can be. That feeling of connection to it, that wild free thing that comes out in you. I just. I wanted to know what it was like,” his eyes, still as golden yellow as the sun, flicked up to meet Halsin’s.

“It’s such an important part of who you are, I wanted to share in it with you.”

The druid exhaled a breath and pulled Dayan to him, lips pressed to the drow’s forehead. He pulled back and chuckled low, his voice slightly thick with emotion. “You do not have to go to such lengths to share the wild freedom of nature with me, beloved. You already have, every moment we’re together. I feel it in you. When we run through the forest on a hunt together or share a night under the stars, or when I watch you chat with Scratch. And every other creature you come across,” he teased. “You would welcome an entire pack of four-legged friends if you could.” He paused and then hummed, considering. “Or include them in the pack you already have, perhaps.”

“Pfft!” Dayan scoffed, his cheeks warm, about to deny such a thing. Then paused himself, thinking, and gave a small soft laugh. “Aye, I suppose that’s true enough.” He grinned a little. “Still, not quite the same as knowing what it’s like.”

“And now that you do?” Halsin asked, his finger tracing Dayan’s bottom lip and then over his fangs..

Dayan tilted his head. “It’s – an experience.” He paused and then grinned, dipping his head. “All right, I love it. I’ll miss it when it fades, but perhaps this should be saved for special, rare occasions.” He shot Halsin a smirk. “The instinct is a bit hard to tamp down. Now I understand that night by the river a lot better.”

Halsin groaned and dropped his head against Dayan’s shoulder, making the drow laugh. “I can only hope the time comes when you don’t remember to tease me about that once a tenday.”

“With my memory? Undoubtedly,” Dayan snarked and then stretched deeply and rolled onto his back.

“Come, sta kha’sik. Let’s lie here a little longer before we have to return. I want to watch the sunrise with you, while we can still see it like nature intends.” He grinned and Halsin snorted, curling up against his side, his head tucked into Dayan’s hair, his arm stretched across him.

Unable to resist any longer, he lifted his hand and scratched one of those black-tipped ears. Dayan surprised himself with the happy whine that left his throat – he blinked, glancing at Halsin, his face warm; the druid was smiling ear to pointed ear with practically sparkling eyes.

Dayan gave a deep, long put-upon sigh – but he was smiling too. He gave in and nodded, settling down to let his bear pet him all he wished, while they waited for the sun to rise.

Halsin deserves to be sweaty and natural all the time, 24/7, and it's like sure he smells like nature but he NEEDS to smell like faint musk ALL THE TIME. Like to the point that it's carnal and drives Tav up a wall how someone can smell so Natural, like he diet and his hygiene are impeccable but he still has that really pleasant musky smell.

Tav just, shoving their face in Halsin's chest and breathing for a while because it's stronger there with all the hair which ALSO means it's stronger between his legs. Tav just casually walking over to Halsin in the middle of the night and pushing their way between his legs and helping themselves to the scent of him before lazily eating him out because he tastes just as good. He eventually starts to moan and whine but Tav is just Taking Their Time, they'll take all night just swimming in the smell of him, then when they're good and full of Course they fuck him because he was such a Good Boy.

The twinkling lights of the city illuminated sparkling dots of gold and silver across the wide river, stretching far into the distance until they were swallowed up by black. Dayan thought of how far they'd come and how far they had yet to go...and what was awaiting them on their arrival. A chill ran down his back, brows furrowing as he stared at the huge expanse of civilization. Rows upon rows of buildings and streets and people, so crushingly close.

His fingers twitched, a jolt of sudden claustrophobia making his nerves hum uncomfortably even as he was surrounded by nothing but crisp evening air and stars overhead.

Dayan turned away quickly and got himself back down to solid ground. The view was causing bile to rise up in the back of his throat; his skin felt like it wanted to crawl off. He didn't say anything though, knowing everyone was struggling with their own thoughts. There was no need to add his own troubles.

Supper was quiet, conversation dying after a few words, giving over to the crackling of the fire. When everyone finally bid each other good night, Dayan just nodded in turn with a forced smile and slipped into his tent without a word.

Tonight he was sharing it with Halsin, the two’s dark history driving them closer than Dayan could have hoped for during the fight to free the shadow-cursed lands. The drow smiled to himself, thinking of it. Halsin on one hand, and Astarion on the other -- his past and his (hopeful) future come together. Dayan and the vampire were already in the midst of their complicated dance when Halsin came along, but he joined the steps easily. The three of them fit together like a well-worn puzzle – most of the time – much to the delight and teasing of their friends.

However, Astarion was in his own tent tonight. They learned quite quickly they couldn't all sleep together in a singular tent without elbows and knees in uncomfortable places -- or even collapsing the thing entirely, to the hilarity of everyone else the first morning they tried. Dayan had taken to bed hopping, which suited for now. Sometimes though, they all snuck away to the edge of the camp and slept together under the stars.

He was going to sorely miss that.

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Dayan sat on his bedroll as the moon waned overhead, waiting in silence for a bit until he was assured his companions were asleep and Halsin was deeply in trance, then slowly rose. He slipped out of their tent quietly, gathering his weapons and his pack before heading away from camp towards the river, alone.

At first Dayan just wandered the woods, thinking of nothing much at all. Breathing the air, listening to the sounds of the wind in the trees, the crickets, the night song. The trees gathered thickly together down the barely-forged path, and he inhaled deeply, smelling pine sap and loam. The canopy overhead made the moonlight shine though the leaves in narrow beams that lit everything with an ethereal glow. Something about it reminded him of home and he felt oddly homesick, despite their recent adventures reminding him so starkly why he left the Underdark long ago.

Pine slowly gave way to birch, and he smiled as he wove between the narrow white trunks, realizing at last he'd been idly meandering his way closer and closer to the sound of rushing water. Instinct, honed sharp by his years as a ranger; or perhaps a stronger desire. He felt pulled by the lazily moving stripe of darkness that bisected the land below them.

There was a break in the treeline right at the edge of the steep incline to the river, the far off mountains visible in the distance. They were faint through the haze of moisture-laden fog, the air pleasantly chill and crisp. Dayan beelined straight for it and crested the edge of the drop, dew-wet leaves slippery under his boots.

The hillside sloped sharply downward, ground soft and uneven beneath tangles of mossy roots; but the ranger was sure footed and confident as he skipped his way down, following the scent of algae and cattail. He didn't notice the large shadow that appeared at the rise of the hill behind him, nor saw it ease itself down the hill, following his laid trail with matching dexterity, though slightly more restraint.

Dayan sighed as the calm silver water finally slanted into view, fingers already undoing the buttons of his leather breeches before his boots hit the muddy riverbank. He dropped his bow and quiver beside an ancient fallen tree that had settled deep into the embankment as a permanent fixture, its skeletal limbs jutting out over the water. His scimitars came next, points plunged into the earth so they could be snatched up in a moment's notice, just in case. He set his pack down, his jacket flung carelessly over the trunk, gloves following moments later.

Behind him, that shadow came into relief, revealing an extremely tall, broad frame that slipped in behind the fallen tree, glimmering eyes locked on the drow.

Dayan gripped the waistband of his breeches, whipping the garment down his narrow hips to the tops of his boots, then lifted to try and pry his boot off along with the pants, too eager to feel the cool breeze on his skin. He hopped awkwardly in place, then heard a throaty chuckle behind him that made him spin around, his skin prickling in sudden warning. He'd been followed?!

"Who's there! I'm not to be trifled wi--wooAHH--!!" He'd made to reach for one of his scimitars, forgetting his legs were still tangled up in pants and half-removed boots. His arms pinwheeled as he lost his balance, falling hard to the ground with a muddy splash, wind knocked out of him. "Oof!!...Oww.." Whoever had chuckled burst into full laughter now and Dayan blinked, recognizing that warm laugh anywhere. "Wh--Halsin!"

"Hahaha...I am sorry, my heart! I didn't intend to startle you." The tattooed face of his favorite druid popped over the fallen tree, hazel eyes aglow with mirth. His hands rose in surrender and Dayan noted curiously he was, apparently, shirtless. "Are you all right?"

"Tch!" He halfheartedly glared at Halsin as the wood elf chuckled cheerfully, then sighed and laughed himself, giving in. "Sneaking up on me like a thief in the night, sunstone? Astarion's been a terrible influence, I see." He took the opportunity to sit up and finish peeling off his boots and pants, leaving only his smallclothes.

Halsin grinned and walked around the tree, revealing that yes, he was indeed only clad in his leather tights, even barefoot despite the chilly ground. He bent and reached for Dayan, offering a hand up. "You underestimate the cunning of an old druid; I've more experience in skullduggery than you would believe."

Dayan grumbled but took the hand, unable to hide the smile that played over his lips. "I doubt that. I can believe a great many things about you."

He was hauled up with ease, huffing as he got his footing and surveyed the mud caked over him. Well, this wasn't the first time he'd been covered in mud in only his underwear. It hardly bothered him and he turned his attention back to the much taller elf. "What are you doing here?" His eyes flicked up to meet Halsin's, pursing his lips a little. "Were you following me?"

"I...I was," Halsin admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, shoulders raised almost sheepishly. "I awoke when you slipped from our bedroll, out into the night. I apologize for not calling out to you, but when I saw you take your weapons, I was...well..."

"Worried." Dayan finished for him and then exhaled a long breath, his brow furrowing a bit. “That explains the lack of dress – did you hurry out right from the tent?” His expression softened a little as he stepped closer and put a hand on one of those broad forearms, squeezing it affectionately.

"I'm sorry,” he continued sincerely. “I never meant to worry you. I just -- I needed to go for a walk. Be away from camp for a little bit. Be..."

Dayan trailed off and then gestured around them, hand sweeping around as if presenting the wilderness and the lake and the night. He smiled when he saw full understanding in Halsin's eyes, and a knowing smile on his lips.

Not for the first time, the ranger thanked the Moondancer that Halsin was there. He loved Astarion, truely, with his whole heart, but getting the vampire to enjoy the wilderness with him was somewhat of a challenge most days. But Halsin was someone with whom Dayan could run free when he felt savage and wild, understanding when walls became too close and confined.

The drow lifted hands idly and began to undo the bands that held his hair in a tight tail. "Thank you, though. For worrying," he said softly, his gaze flicking back to meet those wise hazel eyes. "It means you're here now, and I'm glad for it."

"Something has been troubling you, my heart," Halsin replied, his tone low and gentle. He watched Dayan struggle with the tangle of his wet hair, the leather strips of his bands knotted tight, and lightly nudged his hands away to take over. Deft fingers worked the knots out as he slipped Dayan's hair free of the leather straps wound around it and then began to comb fingers through to smooth the long silvery-white strands. "I can see the tension in your shoulders and neck even now. You've felt like a cord stretched taut and vibrating."

Dayan sighed, long and soft, though from Halsin's words or the gentle motion of his fingers through the drow's hair, was unclear. "I feel like a cord pulled tight," he replied quietly. He started to rub his upper arms with his hands as if he was cold, though he wasn't. "Uncomfortable and thrumming. I'm restless under my skin, I can't get comfortable. I've begun jumping at shadows, been unable to sleep or even find true rest. Ever since we left the tower--" his words spilled from his lips, tumbling over each other. A lot to say built up over time, he supposed, and nobody to say it to.

"--Ever since we found out the truth." He gritted his teeth and tilted his head back, feeling that surge of nervous energy in his limbs. He bounced on his toes, fighting to keep down the sound that wanted to explode from his throat, not knowing if it was going to be a growl or a strangled scream.

Halsin stopped brushing fingers through his hair and placed a hand on his shoulder, but Dayan twisted away from it and grabbed his wrist, holding it aloft, tightly. Their eyes met, the druid's brow furrowed; Dayan stared into the wood elf's gaze a beat and then let out a slow breath, lids lowering.

"I'm sorry. I don't think --" He paused and sighed, his grip easing. "I feel like an electrical storm, sparking and dangerous to be near." He paused and then slid his hand up grip Halsin's and pressed his lips to his knuckles. "Stay though? Share a pipe with me. I was going to sit at the water's edge and smoke, try to...clear my head. Maybe calm my nerves a little, if what I brought helps." Dayan chewed his bottom lip, dark brows rising as he fixed Halsin with a soft beseeching look. "Only if you wish to, of course."

Halsin's smile was warm. "I do. I sought you out because I knew you were troubled. I would not abandon you now." He chuckled at the visibly relieved look on the drow's face and followed Dayan to his pack, craning his head curiously to see what 'help' his love had brought to ease his mind. A pipe, thinner and more elegantly curved than his own was produced, along with a leather bag, drawstring tight.

“Come,” Dayan murmured, taking one of those big paws in hand, fingers curling to hold it tight. He drew Halsin to a rather comfortable looking perch of mossy stone surrounded by cattails overlooking the river. The top was worn smooth by eons and covered in a soft bed of green. He lay down, clothes be damned and waited for Halsin to climb up and join him before he started packing the pipe. “This is your blend, that you gifted me,” he said softly, smiling warmly at the memory. “But I added a little something special.”

Halsin sniffed it discerningly and blinked. “Is that – Dayan, is that a reverie stick?”

The drow grinned, glancing up to meet his eyes. “I knew you’d catch it. Do you still want to…? I won’t be offended if you say no. It is something better shared, but I don’t mind flying solo. So to speak,” he chuckled.

Halsin laughed, himself. “Mmh, it has been a bit of time for me, but – perhaps just this once. We’re safe enough.”

Aye, I’m with you, sta kha'sik. Safe as houses. “Well then…” When he had packed it properly, Dayan slid the end of the thin elegant pipe between his lips and leaned close to the druid, the only one between them with fire at his fingertips.

“Light me up~”

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“Oh, I think –” Halsin sat up suddenly, his voice slightly breathless. “I think that might be enough for – for one evening.”

His hand moved to clutch Dayan’s upper arm in an effort to steady himself. The drow was perched at the edge of the rock, elbows resting on his knees as he stared out over the water. He didn’t know how long they’d been relaxing here, sharing the pipe between them, but the moon was directly overhead now. The whole river valley was awash in gentle silver-blue light. It was so peaceful and serene, his favorite time of the night. Dayan wished some of that peace had found its way into his restless veins.

The pipe clenched in his mouth, Dayan looked to Halsin, smoke swirling lazily from between his teeth. His bear had been stretched out and contentedly staring up at the stars until now. He wondered if anything was wrong.

“Too much?” Dayan asked gently, shifting a knee down to turn towards his lover and grip his arm beneath the elbow supportively. Halsin gave a soft laugh.

“Not yet, but I’m getting close, I fear. It has been a while since I’ve indulged. The usual euphoria is leading to…a different kind of intensity,” he finished in a low mumble and Dayan blinked and looked Halsin over, slowly grinning as his eyes flicked downward and found the cause for the druid’s concern. The stark outline of his erection bulged beneath taut leather.

“Where did that come from, all of a sudden?” he teased, sliding closer to Halsin and settling on his knees beside him, plucking the pipe from his lips a moment. Dayan’s skin had begun to prickle under the cool breeze coming off the river, but as he pressed closer to the huge elf he instantly felt warmer.

Halsin’s hand lifted to Dayan’s cheek, their eyes meeting. Dayan felt his face warm at what he saw there, his own amethyst gaze glistening as he blushed like a schoolboy and lowered dark lashes. He wrapped Halsin’s hand in both his own, bringing it to his lips to brush a kiss over the scarred knuckles.

“You,” Halsin said simply, and Dayan’s lips twitched into a smile he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. “The moonlight, when it touches your skin...the fine lines of your back in glowing relief…a sight so beautiful before my eyes, my words fail to capture it.” His tone was gentle, reverent; husky with need and desire.

“And – well, my heart –” Halsin chuckled low and sultry. “Your smallclothes are rather tight you know.”

Dayan bit back a laugh. Halsin was pressing even closer and he could practically smell the druid’s rising pheromones – that heady musk that was such a perfect mixture of sweat and heat and woodsmoke and something intrinsically Halsin, it always aroused him instantly.

“When you sit like that, there is very little I cannot see between your spread thighs.” Halsin’s voice was an octave or two lower, a rumbling that Dayan could feel quake in his own bones. The larger elf was nearly whispering in his ear as he pressed closer.

“You may as well be presenting for me…”

Dayan shivered but not from cold. He met Halsin’s eyes and gave him a slow, languid grin.

“Perhaps I was,” he mused, then lifted the pipe again.

“One more?” he asked hopefully, and after a moment of thought, Halsin nodded. Dayan exhaled a sound that could be a noise of agreement, or could be a moan. Either way he felt Halsin’s reaction, fingers twitching against his arm.

Dayan took a deep inhale of the pipe, breathing the smoke into his lungs, and held it. Then he turned to Halsin, gripping his jaw in a clay-colored hand, and gently pressed his thumb over his lips to keep them shut. He leaned in and blew the silvery smoke into Halsin’s nostrils, as the wood elf sucked it down deep, in an almost shuddering inhale.

After a beat, when he felt those powerful lungs expand and hold – Dayan’s thumb slipped into Halsin’s mouth and gently pressed, urging his lips to part until Halsin exhaled their shared smoke in pale, glimmering swirls that disappeared into the night sky.

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The reaction was instantaneous.

Dayan felt Halsin’s arms grip his hips, yanking him onto the druid’s muscled thighs. His own had to spread wide to straddle them and he gasped, Halsin’s tented bulge pressing right into his own soft groin – well, it had been soft, but he was getting hard, quickly, only the thinnest cloth separating him from Halsin’s grinding. Not even enough to keep Halsin’s warmth away as the druid’s big hands cupped Dayan’s ass and squeezed two big meaty handfuls of plump cheeks. The drow groaned, dropping his pipe in the wet mud and wrapping his arms around Halsin’s shoulders.

The dreamy euphoria of a reverie stick only enhanced the sensation of everything, Halsin’s fingers nearly burning through the cloth of Dayan’s smallclothes. He felt a hard grip, the fabric stretching tight against his skin, and then suddenly there was a snap and the pressure fell away, a quick snaking of cloth between his thighs revealing the reason as Halsin yanked him free of any confines with a muttered apology.

Dayan gasped against the druid’s lips and moaned, not even bothered by losing yet another pair of underthings to his bear’s passion and need. His cock was free now and that felt much better, after all. They rutted with soft grunts for a moment, Dayan’s fingers scrabbling at Halsin’s waistband to free him of his own annoying barrier.

But something here, in the heat of Halsin’s mouth on his, their tongues together, those hands on his bare skin – muscles sliding beneath his legs, even in the euphoria he felt, something was not quite right…

“Mmh…” He groaned against his lover’s mouth and exhaled a sharp breath. “...Wait…” His voice was barely audible, but Halsin immediately stopped groping the drow’s pert ass and slid his hands to Dayan’s waist, pulling back from their heated liplock. The druid’s cock trembled, trapped and poking up beneath a waistband half-yanked down. Dayan’s mouth practically watered as the scent hit his nose and he exhaled a hard breath.

“My heart…?”

“This – isn’t what I–” He pulled back a little and Halsin’s hands left his waist. Dayan frowned and grabbed the right one by the wrist, pulling it closer. “No, I – I want you close, I want your touch, I do. I just–” He dropped his head and sighed, shaking it slightly. How to say what he really wanted? How to push past the conflicting sensations in his body to know?

He felt calming fingers in his hair, brushing through the long strands and gently rubbing the prickly fuzz of his undercut. He looked up and the care and love that stared back at him made his throat feel thick.

“Speak as you will, beloved. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, not a step.”

Dayan relaxed, his head turning a little to rub his cheek against Halsin’s palm.

“Even now, with the sky above me and you in my arms – I still ache for solid ground. I, I want you! I want this," he clarified. "But I – I can’t – I don’t think I want to be–” He paused and then closed his eyes, easier to speak from the dark well of his mind.

“I feel bereft of any control," he mumbled, lifting his hand to press against Halsin's that still lay resting on his cheek. His head turned, lips pressed to the rough, warm skin and then slowly bit into the fleshy mound of his thumb, hard enough that it drew a gasping breath from the druid. Halsin's lower eyelids twitched and Dayan watched them him bright eyes, easing his teeth off when satisfied and slowly drawing his tongue over the ridges they left behind.

"Gods I wish I could wildshape," he continued, his voice lower, husky in his throat as he leaned closer, pressing to Halsin now, still holding onto his wrist. The taller elf was looking at him with heavy lidded eyes, his breath shuddering again as Dayan pressed a firm hand into the swell of his muscular chest and squeezed, forming half-moons into the tough skin. That hand then slid upward, slow and firm, making Halsin shiver as it planed his collarbone and wound around the back of his neck to grip his hair.

"This nervous skin, this fear would be silenced if I could run through the trees on all fours."

"My silver wolf," Halsin murmured, his lips curling, smile edged and trembling with a rising heat, a need Dayan could practically scent. The drow grinned as he watched his lover's pupils expand and felt that trapped cock grow even harder and thicker against him as he pressed closer. It made his own twitch and he angled his hips so Halsin felt the hot, firm press of his length. The groan that pooled in his bear's throat was like a song. He felt a slick wetness slide against his shaft and had to swallow down his own moan and instinct to grind.

Dayan exhaled a slow breath and let go of Halsin's wrist, hand moving to join its twin in his hair, tangling around thin braids and golden brown locks. His thumb grazed a strong jaw. "I love you," he said, so softly, and slowly drew the druid close, bending him like a willow sapling.

One hand clenched in Halsin’s hair, Dayan moved the other to press lightly beneath that finely-cut chin, his thumb braced against a bottom lip as he pressed closer.

"Everything's a mess, sta kha'sik." My light in the dark. "Nothing feels stable, nothing feels solid," he whispered against the druid’s mouth. His eyes locked onto Halsin's, the spring green of his eyes a narrow rim around lust-blown black pupils. Dayan wondered if his own were as wide, a black void circled with amethyst.

"I need something I can direct and shape without uncertainty. I need something I can control," he whispered.

"Then you have it, my heart," Halsin said, his next utterance a breathy groan. "You have me. Take me...shape me as you will, direct me and I will obey." There was a pause, Dayan’s eyes locked onto Halsin’s, searching deep. He saw nothing there but love and desire, in equal measure. No shadows haunting his words.

”Please…” Halsin whispered and Dayan almost groaned at the sound of so much need.

He exhaled and bit the druid's soft lower lip, gentle pressure turning to sharp pain as his teeth clamped, drawing a copper taste and making Halsin twitch and gasp. He suckled on the lip, practically feeling the heated throb in it and let go. Halsin groaned, mouth still parted and slightly panting, his eyes hooded.

Dayan grinned then, mischievously and pulled away suddenly, causing Halsin to sway and have to grip the rock to avoid tumbling forward after him. He actually whined a little at the drow, which nearly made Dayan change his plan and push him down in the mud right here, after all. He inhaled to get control of himself again and then gave Halsin a smirk over his shoulder.

"Let's get the blood pumping, shall we?” He crooked a beckoning finger and chuckled as Halsin blinked, and then matched his grin as he scrambled down off the rock and paced after. He couldn't help but notice there was a subtle stalk in the druid’s movements. The bear stirred, it seemed.

“You’ve roused my blood hotter than you know, my proud wolf,” Halsin said, his voice a soft, low near-growl.

Dayan smirked and met the advancing elf, catching him between hands gently cradling his head. Halsin instinctively sank to his knees and Dayan murmured approvingly, bending to kiss him deeply, fervently. Even on his knees Halsin was tall enough the drow barely had to tilt to meet his lips, but even this small difference was arousing. Halsin kept his hands down and a thrill went through Dayan. He knows the rules.

“Patience, sunstone,” he whispered against Halsin’s bruised bottom lip, tweaking it with his teeth just once.

“There's an islet out there, see?" he cocked a thumb back towards the water. There was indeed a small hill of land a little ways out from the edge of the river, a few clinging trees visible. "Race me, and if you win -- I'll do one thing you want. A request," he teased, though they both knew he was already going to do many, many things Halsin would absolutely want. The druid perked at the idea of making a special request though.

“Now?” Halsin asked, breathless, and Dayan nodded. He kissed his forehead and let go, stepping back.

“Now.”

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Dayan didn't even have to count off. Halsin stripped in seconds -- Dayan felt a brief pang of regret, making the druid strip for him would have been enticing -- and barreled toward the water.

The drow laughed and darted to the fallen tree instead, jumping up on it gracefully and running down the length as it jolted beneath his pounding feet. He heard Halsin let out a growl of annoyance as he waded to deeper water, Dayan's little trick giving the drow a good head start. Dayan grinned wider in triumph as he neared the end of the makeshift springboard and jumped, diving smoothly into the river with barely a splash.

The two of them were both excellent swimmers, Dayan's lithe form against Halsin's powerful strokes. The ranger could hear Halsin gaining on him off behind to the left, churning up much more water than he was. He smirked and put on an extra burst of speed, the islet already in sight.

That is, until he heard the unmistakable sound of channeling magic behind him, and felt the water suddenly violently ripple, something darting below and almost pulling him down in its powerful wake. Water surged up his nose and he had to stop to cough and clear his sinuses, stinging eyes lifting just in time to see a narrow fin rise from the water.

"Whu--" Dayan blinked and then shouted in frustration, slapping the water with both hands.

"For the love of--!! HALSIN!! A shark is CHEATING!" He growled and kicked into a sprint, huffing. Druids!!

His eyes narrowed as he saw the fin quickly approaching the bank of the little islet and in a flash of golden, leaf-strewn light, Halsin splashed out of the water. He was red-cheeked and laughing, joyous at his certain win.

Dayan muttered an incantation just as his feet hit rock and suddenly with a spray of water, the ranger misty stepped just as Halsin spun around to look for him. Dayan dropped atop the druid and with their joint momentum sent the bear man crashing into the mud, the smaller elf landing atop him.

"Cheater!"

Dayan growled softly down at his love, eyes narrowing as he watched Halsin bite his lip to try and keep more laughter from bubbling. Dayan was straddling Halsin's abdomen, all his weight propped on his hands, which were pinning the druid's wrists to the slick mud of the isle's shoreline.

The river lapped at their legs as he grinned like a wolf down at his prey, both of them panting, flushed...and growing hard despite the chill of the water they just left. Dayan's cock was nudging into Halsin’s body as he straddled his ribs, adjusting his grip on his wrists subtly.

He wasn't as thick as Halsin -- he didn't know anyone who was -- but Dayan was fairly lengthy, slightly curved, with a small plush cockhead already half-exposed past a thin foreskin. The swim only heightened the heat pooling in his loins, and Halsin’s felt so warm Dayan almost expected the water dripping from his body and hair to sizzle when it hit the druid’s skin.

His love lay beneath him, flushed, breathing hard, and beautiful -- beads of water and sweat both glistening on his skin, his hair come undone, a loose wild mane framing his face. Wet tendrils clung to his forehead and cheeks and Dayan had an urge to run his tongue along those snaking strands.

"Misty Step? Who's cheating, now?" Halsin rumbled and Dayan had to laugh.

"Fair enough. We both win."

Suddenly his lips were on Halsin's in a heated, hungry kiss, tasting deep and claiming the druid's mouth for his own. He nipped and bit those lips until they were tingling and swollen, then pushed his tongue past them. Halsin moaned, a husky, rumbling sound that made Dayan's belly flip and his head swim. His cock pulsed and dribbled a few drops of precum onto Halsin's chest. When he finally pulled away to let the wood elf breathe, the tips of Halsin’s ears were pink, his face ruddy and warm and lips parted as he panted softly.

Gods, he was so lovely Dayan could weep.

He moved his lips to Halsin's ear. "You remember the words, the signal, if...?" he breathed and Halsin nodded. "And this is all right?"

"I want you, my heart," the druid moaned quietly. "I want–”

“--please," he broke off suddenly, a soft desperation seeming to seize him. "Take me, Dayan." His eyes flicked to meet the drow's, dark and liquid with desire. "Roughly. Harshly, even. Give me claws and teeth…break me if you must…but I need you…I’ve needed you for so long."

“Gods," Dayan groaned and let go of Halsin's wrists to grip his hair in both fists, body dropping flush to Halsin’s to kiss him fiercely again. Stocky arms made to embrace him but he yanked on those thick brown locks, jerking Halsin's head back as a warning, making the druid's breath catch.

"Ah-ah," he whispered. "Hands down. Keep them there." Halsin obeyed immediately, his arms dropping back in place. Dayan smiled and kissed his jaw. "Good boy."

That got a moan and Dayan swore he felt Halsin's cock jerk against his naked rear. It'd have to remain neglected for now.

I imagine it starts really simple, maybe Tav finds a gift and a note from one of them (probably Dammon, because he had to get to the forge) does a groggy little smile but realizes everyone has their own thing going on and they hadn't had the chance to even see any of them before they head out.... Unusual.... Tav is always greeted by at least one of them, and today of all days they all just left? Curious.

The gift is something Dammon made (or so it says) and while Tav is mulling over their partners' unusual behaviors they open the box to find the single most unusual gift a weaponsmith/armorer cause have ever made. They can certainly wear it, and in fact as punishment for leaving Tav by themself for their day, they're definitely wearing it.

Turns out that's exactly what the scheming bastards wanted. They know them too well. So Tav has the most form hugging, body finery on, talking thin chains embellished with jewelry, covering parts of the body in swathes, some of it singular, looser chains. Bracelet like cuffs, necklace like collar, loose hoops at the waist, clearly something that was measured for and crafted meticulously.

Cheeky bastards.

The lot of them come home at the same time, all from their respective tasks, half expecting a whining Tav to be waiting for them. And they are, but their whining to themself.

They find Tav in their room, mouth covered with one hand, the other buried in themself, the chains of the finery making the absolute sweetest tinkling noises as they get lost in their own ministrations (they'd been at it a while) to the point they hardly notice they've got an audience.

A very enraptured audience.

They're all practically salivating at the sight (even Dammon who's still the shyest of the lot) and then Tav gasps on calls a name, and it's clear they're aware they're being watched.

It doesn't matter who gets called first, but just for the sake of teasing the lot, say it's Dammon. He's equal parts flustered and absolutely ready for it, especially with all the time he took to make that finery. He gets to enjoy it first, and it is torture for the others. Watching Dammon, their sweet sweet Dammon climb over Tav and replace their fingers with his tail, Tav slowly working his clothes off, and once he's bear in all his glory and fucking Tav on his tail the other three slowly snap.

They'd had a plan, and it still works out but gods is it hard to break these two up. Tav has their fingers buried into Dammon's cunt and they're working him just as hard is he is them with his tail. They're both all shaky breaths and messy kisses and giddy little smiles at how pretty the finery is and how grateful Tav is for their present.

They both hit a climax before the other three make a move and gods is Tav petty about it. "If this is going to be my gift from you guys it had better be good, Dammon is the only one who thought about me!" They know it isn't true and Tav doesn't really mean it but it does get them into motion a little faster.

Dammon and Tav are panting and spent so it's no hard task to move them about, Halsin slipping underneath Tav because he's always their favorite napping spot, moving them away from Dammon to lavish them in kisses all along their face and neck, along the collar/necklace of the finery. Tav buries their face in his neck while Karlach slips into place with a little help from Zevlor, who is very into this actually. She settles underneath Tav, the perfect spot to have them in her mouth while Halsin keeps them steady over her, his hands all but engulfing Tav's hips.

Karlach makes sure she does it slow, matching the pace Halsin had been kissing Tav at, relishing the taste of their climax from Dammon who is currently cuddled beside Halsin and covering Tav in more kisses while they're nestled into Halsin's chest. Zevlor is (as always) very careful when he gets himself ready, and once he is Karlach removes herself (very reluctantly) so that Zevlor can push himself into Tav without risking hurting either of them.

Tav comes on the spot because gods he's so big they always forget how big, and the over sensitivity hits them like a brick to the chest. That doesn't stop him though, because they're all getting their fair turn.

Zevlor has Tav pressed against Halsin so tight, fucked into them so deep, so quickly, that they're already blissfully incoherent, it doesn't take long for Zevlor to come from both the spectacle they'd watched with Dammon and how Tav is punch-drunkenly begging for his cock. He gets all of it in, knot included, pressing reverent kisses all of Tav's back, cooing at them for being so good, for taking him so well, for taking their birthday gift so well, even though Tav is drooling incoherent mess already.

No rest for the wicked though because the second Zevlor slips out and Tav had a much needed break (cleanup and water, so much water), Karlach has them flipped over, back to Halsin's chest, legs wide and her strap easing into Tav like a fiend taking her prize. She's slower than Zevlor had been, but to let Tav breathe and take it in, between her and Zevlor the ridges were driving Tav crazy. Halsin is certainly not helping, keeping Tav's thighs in his hands, legs spread and on display as Karlach fucks them so slow. She edges them for a little while before relenting and fucking them proper, not quite as feral as Zevlor had but the enthusiasm is just as unmatched, praising Tav for being so good for Mama K and that has them coming on the spot, their vision spotting a bit because gods how many times was that now?

Karlach slips away after they come again, praise and kisses and more tender care until Tav recoup enough for the last, but it's not another round, no it's definitely the cool down before they all rest. Halsin takes all the finery off, gently sets it aside, gives Tav all the sweetest kisses in the world, and then Tav goes to one of their favorite spots in the whole world. Right between Halsin's legs, slick, wet and hot from having bore witness to Tav getting absolutely ravaged by the others. Tav wastes zero time getting him off, it doesn't take much considering he was close to coming untouched just as the spectacle, sucking on his fat clit and then licking every last bit of him clean. Tav stays there after, slow fucking his cunt with their tongue and letting the oral fixation come into play, and when they eventually pull another orgasm out of him, they pull back and call it quits.

Then it's just the most massive cuddle pile, Tav on top of Halsin, Dammon curled up close, Karlach behind Dammon and Zevlor on Halsin's other side. Every tiefling tail is wrapped around some part of Tav and they all give them sweet little kisses until they fall asleep wishing them a happy birthday.