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adepsychedelicious · 3 months

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You know...since your last fic had the suggestion...58. Lock them in close quarters.

Sooooo... this got smutty. Sorrynotsorry. ;)

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Reithwin was full of trap doors and concealed rooms; usually, all that was required was Devi’s deft hands to trigger the mechanism to open the accesses to each hidden room.

Unfortunately, the latest one she had found had only stayed open long enough for her and Gale to enter its concealed room before the door had abruptly slid shut again, trapping both wizard and thief inside the room – which, Devi had seen wardrobes more spacious than this tiny space. She couldn’t figure out how to trigger the mechanism again from within, and neither Shadowheart nor Karlach could open the door again from the outside.

“We’ll head back to camp and get Astarion,” Shadowheart finally shouted through the door. “Just hold on until we get back.”

Beside Devi, Gale snorted. In the darkness, Devi couldn’t see the wizard, but she could feel his body heat pressing against her, and his breath tickling her ear. “I suppose, for a lack of better options…”

“Very funny,” Shadowheart retorted. “We’ll hurry!”

Devi pressed her ear against the door, listening to the sounds of two pairs of booted feet hurrying away from the concealed room; once the sounds faded into silence, she sighed and turned around to face Gale as best she could in these confined quarters. It was pitch black in here – not even her keen Elven vision could make out anything. “What now?”

Gale rumbled a sigh of his own; Devi could feel his chest press against her with the movement. “You aren’t claustrophobic, are you?”

“That’s a fear of small spaces, right?” Devi heard Gale’s hum of confirmation. “Nah, I’m fine with ‘em. Are you?”

“Mercifully, I don’t tend to panic in small spaces.” Gale shifted his weight, pressing into Devi’s space for a moment as he set down his staff against the wall. A moment later, she jumped as she felt his arms wrap around her shoulders. “Is this all right?”

“Yes,” Devi answered, feeling Gale gently pull her the inches closer to him. With her sight gone, she could feel her other senses being enhanced to compensate; she could feel the heat of Gale’s body before her as she wrapped her own arms around his waist. She could feel and taste his breath when she looked up in the general direction of his face; she could hear his heart beating under his robes. Abruptly, she hoped he couldn’t feel how much her own pulse had quickened at being in such close proximity to him. For fuck’s sake, you sleep with the man every night, she scolded herself. Keep it together, woman! This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his arms in the darkness!

Yet it was the first time she’d been locked in a tiny, confined space with the handsome wizard…

She needed a distraction to get her mind off of her traitorous body and how much she desired Gale. “Have you–” she started to ask; her voice came out as a squeak. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Have you ever been… y’know, anywhere like this before?”

If Gale noticed her falter, he didn’t say anything. He just chuckled. “I’ve gotten myself stuck in a hidden room or two in the past, although never with such esteemed company as yourself. Having you with me is a vast improvement.”

“Oh?” Devi laughed. “Misery loves company, or something to that effect?”

She felt Gale’s chest rumble with another chuckle. “The last time I was locked in a tiny room, all I had to entertain me was my imagination – which, while vast, can only keep me amused for so long. If I must be trapped in a confined space, then this is the ideal scenario.”

“This is the ideal? A tiny concealed room in a cursed village with shadow wraiths all over the place?” Devi grinned, and heard Gale breathe out a laugh.

“I was thinking more along the lines of being in an enclosed space with a pretty woman who I enjoy spending time with,” the wizard retorted, amusement in his voice. “But certainly, if you wish to focus on the shadow curse outside…”

Devi blinked, focusing on one thing Gale had said. “... You think I’m pretty?” she softly asked.

Gale was quiet for a moment as his hand trailed up Devi’s neck to touch her face, his thumb and fingers tracing the contours of her cheek, her nose, her lips. “Pretty is too mild a word for you,” he murmured. “I think you are beautiful – a wonder beyond comparison.” Devi could feel his breath against her upturned face; surely he had to feel and hear how her heart raced at his words. “And if nobody has told you before of your beauty, you must have surrounded yourself with blind fools.”

With a laugh that was only a little shaky, Devi tilted her face up to Gale. “Maybe I like surrounding myself with idiots – makes me feel smarter than them,” she murmured.

She could feel Gale shake his head. “You are smart, and clever, and wiser than you let on. And in combination with your beauty, and your grace, and your caring heart…” He hesitated for a moment. “Oh, I had a grand plan to say this all the right way, but fate seems to delight in thwarting my plans. Can you find fault with me falling in love with you, Deviali?”

Devi's breath caught in her chest at Gale's confession. He was in love with her – the words seemed surreal, and for a moment, she wondered if she was hallucinating. She could even excuse his use of her despised full name – it didn't sound so bad, coming from his lips. The wizard she had adored and pined over for a month now wanted her!

Gale shifted his weight, and Devi abruptly realised she had been frozen still and quiet for too long. “I… I don't know what to say,” she whispered. Her hand slipped up from his waist, over his chest, to caress his bearded cheek. “Gale… I…” Words she had never breathed to another soul clamoured to be spoken, to tell Gale how she felt about him. “I'm in love with you too.”

She wasn't sure who moved first. But before she quite knew it, Gale's lips were on hers in the kiss she had dreamed about for tendays now, and she was pulling him closer to her as she kissed him back. Gods, he tasted incredible; and if he was a little hesitant with his kiss at first, he quickly sank into the familiar, instinctive push and pull of his lips against hers. His hand shifted to caress her face, cupping her cheek before roaming back behind her head; his deft fingers tangled themselves in her red hair.

He finally pulled back for a breath of air, his face still close enough to Devi's that she could feel his breath on her lips. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was of their breathing, shaky as it was, and the sound of Devi's pulse roaring in her ears. She stretched up to kiss him again; he eagerly responded to her, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced the line of her lips until she parted for him, letting him in to explore her mouth. She softly moaned as her tongue danced with his; her hand reached into his hair, as soft and thick as she had imagined it would feel. Another little sound of pleasure escaped her as she felt his free arm slip down to her waist, hesitating for a brief moment before he slid under her long coat, his hand copping a feel of her hip as he pushed her into him.

She had a moment's clarity to hope that Shadowheart and Karlach would take their time in returning with Astarion; she didn't want to leave this room, or leave Gale's arms as he kissed her. She could feel him pressing against her, already aroused; she wasn't surprised to realise that she was already aching with need for him. Her body craved release from more than just her own hand in the few quiet moments she could steal away from camp.

The arm she had around his waist shifted, letting her reach under his robes, her questing fingers seeking the laces of his trousers. But no sooner had she found the laces than she felt Gale pull back from their feverish kisses, resting his forehead against hers. “Wait,” he breathed out, his voice unsteady. “I… I want to do this the right way. You deserve to be properly courted and wooed.”

Devi made a tiny sound of frustration. If Gale didn't pin her down and ravish her right now, she felt as though she would combust from pent-up tension. “Nobody has ever bothered to do that with me before,” she murmured.

“Which is precisely why I want to do this right,” Gale said. “You… you deserve better than being ravished in the middle of a cursed village.” He kissed her again, this time gentle and soft. “Let me do this right,” he murmured. “I want the first time I claim you and make you mine to be special.”

Devi didn't need to see Gale's face to know he was giving her the most soulful look he could manage. Damn the man – she could never say no to those big brown eyes or his perfect lips. She sighed and nodded, and felt his smile against her lips before he kissed her again. “Don't worry,” he breathed out. “I won't leave you wanting, darling.”

Except that Devi was wanting – she could feel how wet her smallclothes had gotten in only a couple of minutes! But she didn't have time to voice that before she suddenly felt her pants coming undone, the laces loosened by Gale's unseen Mage Hands. His hand slipped down from her hair, trailing over her front before it dipped in between her legs; she sharply moaned as she felt his fingertips dance over the soaked fabric of her panties in a light touch. “Gods, you're so wet already,” he murmured, tracing her folds through the wet cloth. “Have you wanted me for a while now?”

“Mmhmm,” Devi somehow had the presence of mind to say. “Months now.” His finger traced the outline of her cunt through her smallclothes; she bit her lip to keep her whimper quiet.

She felt Gale's pleased smile as he kissed her again. “That's it,” he breathed out as he slowly circled her aching clit through her panties; she couldn't stop her whimper at that. “Shhh… let me take care of you now,” he murmured. “Tell me if it's too much and you want me to stop, all right?”

“Don't you dare stop,” Devi moaned, and felt Gale chuckle. A moment later, his fingers slipped behind her panties; she whimpered again at the direct contact of his fingertips on her folds. Her hips rocked into his hand, desperate to feel more of him. She moaned as she felt him tracing her folds; his pointer finger finally slipped inside her, just up to the first knuckle, and she moaned again, louder this time.

She felt him quickly claim her lips to muffle her sounds of pleasure. As his tongue delved back into her mouth, claiming it for his own, his finger slipped deeper into her, exploring her velvet walls. “Mmmph… you're so tight,” he mumbled against her lips as he kissed her again. His weight shifted enough to push her back against the wall, keeping her still as he slowly fucked her with his finger. She moaned in bliss, parting her legs as much as she could for him.

He added a second finger to the first, and now she could feel a delicious stretch as his fingers spread within her. She whimpered as he rubbed inside her, her own hands clinging to his shoulders to keep her knees from buckling from pleasure. He felt exquisite, in a way that none of her previous partners had ever felt before. Gods, why had she not bedded this man earlier? How could Mystra have forsaken this glorious lover who already sent sparks through Devi's vision? He was–

His thumb found her swollen clit; first a gentle brush over the sensitive bundle that made Devi gasp, and then a press that made her cry out against his mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and husky; Devi immediately knew that if he ever called her that again, in that tone of voice, she would offer herself to anything that he wanted of her. “Gods, you're so perfect, Devi…”

Hell, Gale could ask Devi to do anything right now (punch Mystra, bear his children, bend over and give him her body for whatever he wished to do to her) and she would gladly obey him. She whimpered again in pleasure, arching her body into his, her nails digging into his robe. “Gale…” she moaned against his lips.

His other hand gripped her trousers, shoving them further down her legs. She spread her legs as far as she could, giving him as much access to fuck her with his fingers as he wanted. Another moan escaped her as she felt Gale's fingers starting to spread within her, pressing against her walls. She sharply rocked her hips against his hand in time to his thrusts. “That's it,” he whispered into her mouth. “Chase your pleasure, darling. Let me make you feel good.”

“You… you already do that so well…” Devi moaned against his lips. She felt his free hand travel up from her hip to caress her neck, his thumb rubbing over her pulse point. That touch made her whine his name as she rocked on his fingers again. “Gale, please… I… I'm so close…”

He whispered an incantation, and a blue orb of light suddenly materialised, making Devi blink. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see Gale gazing at her, a hungry look in his eyes. Holding her head and neck still, he leaned in to kiss her again, nipping her lower lip and making her whimper. “Come for me,” he whispered. “My beautiful Devi. Come for me, my love…”

Devi moaned again at his soft command, clinging to his robes as though he was the only thing keeping her upright and not collapsed from pleasure. A moment later, his fingers curled inside her; his fingertips brushed over that most sensitive area on her walls and she cried out from the pleasure. Encouraged by her cries, he pushed a little harder into her, rubbing a little faster now; she whimpered as she felt herself clench around his fingers, coating his hand in her fluids as she came hard. She could just feel her head falling back as she tried to breathe through the sweet, agonising ecstasy, rolling her hips as he fucked her through her orgasm with his fingers. “That's my girl,” she heard him whispering. “My good, pretty girl. You look so pretty for me when you come like that…” His words alone made her cunt clench again around his fingers; he softly chuckled when he felt it.

She finally came back down to earth, feeling his hand slow down before finally stopping his thrusting into her. “How do you feel, my love?” he softly asked, still gazing at her intently.

“... Wow,” Devi breathed out, still trying to get her mind to focus on something other than the orgasm Gale had just given her. “You… you're amazing.”

“Not half as amazing as you are,” Gale murmured with a fond little chuckle. He kissed Devi again, then finally drew his wet hand out from her cunt, lifting it to his eyeline. In the glow of the magic light, his fingers glistened with Devi's fluids; he contemplated his fingers for a moment, then slid the wet digits into his mouth with a mischievous grin, slowly licking and sucking them clean. She moaned at the beautiful sight, feeling herself clench yet again, this time around nothing; to judge by his smirk, he knew exactly what type of a reaction he was getting from her.

“Delicious,” he whispered as he finally lowered his hand, satisfied with the cleanliness of his fingers. “Gods, I can't wait to bury my face between your legs and taste you more thoroughly. You are a delicacy, and those little moans and cries you make for me are a melody I need to hear more of.”

Devi shivered at his words as she pushed herself off the wall and as close to Gale as she could physically manage to be, stretching up to kiss him again, just tasting a little bit of herself on his tongue. He softly moaned as he kissed her back; Devi could feel his large hands running over her clothed body, caressing her through her coat. Setting her hands on his hips, she gently pushed him back the two steps until he was pressed against the opposite wall he’d pinned her to. When she reached in front of him, she could feel a hard bulge in his trousers; he sharply groaned as she started rubbing him through the fabric of his pants.

She started fumbling with the laces of his trousers, then felt him cover her hand with his own, pausing her motions. “Wait,” he breathed out against her lips, his breath shaky. “You… you don’t have to do anything for me…”

“But I want to,” Devi insisted. “You took such good care of me…”

“It was my pleasure to do so,” Gale murmured with a soft chuckle as he kissed her. “Truly, darling. But I don’t want you to feel obligated to–”

His words were lost in Devi’s mouth as she kissed him again. “You charming gentleman,” she softly said, her lips pulling up in a smile. “But it’s my turn to take care of you. I’ve wanted to do this for months now.” She hesitated for a moment. “Unless you really don’t want me to…”

Gale’s other hand came back to her neck, tilting her head back so he could study her face intently. Whatever he saw in Devi’s eyes must have satisfied him; he finally nodded and let go of her hand, letting her resume untying the laces of his trousers. With a smile, Devi undid his pants and worked his hard cock out of his underwear; he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as she caressed him. He was large, and looked to be painfully hard, his tip already weeping with his arousal; her thumb swiped along his head, dragging the white drops over his length.

She kissed him once more, then dropped to her knees before him, taking his tip into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, earning another, louder moan from him, his voice a melody she couldn’t get enough of. She started to work her way down his cock, taking him into her mouth as much as she could, rubbing her tongue on the underside of his shaft. “Gods… Devi…” he moaned; his hand found her hair and his fingers tangled themselves in her long ponytail – not quite pushing her onto him, but guiding her.

She softly hummed in pleasure, hearing his breath catch above her at the vibrations of her throat affecting his cock. Wrapping her hand around his base, she strained to take him into her mouth as far as she could; his tip hit the back of her throat, making tears well up in her eyes. She made herself relax so she could take him a little deeper, swallowing him down. Above her, she heard him breathe out a curse as she pleasured him; the eloquent, verbose wizard had been reduced to moans and panting. “Fuck,” he moaned; when Devi looked up, she could see his head fallen back in bliss as she continued to enjoy him.

She set her free hand on his hip to hold herself stable as she continued to suck and lick him, bobbing up and down his length. Saliva dribbled out of her lips, coating her fist and his cock; at another time, she might have been embarrassed. But her entire focus now was given to making Gale feel good. He moaned again as his hips jerked into her mouth in an involuntary thrust, making her gag; he hesitated, and started to pull back from her until she tightened her hand on his hip and gave him a firm tug toward her. Her unspoken message was clear, she hoped – do it again.

He obeyed her silent direction, thrusting into her mouth again, his hand in her hair tightening to hold her still. With a pleased whimper, Devi took him as deeply as she could manage, forcing herself to relax further as his tip reached her throat. He moaned heavily, her name a prayer on his lips. “Devi…” he panted. “I’m… I’m going to… if you don’t want to–”

Oh, like hell was she going to let him finish anywhere but her mouth right now. Devi tightened her lips on his cock, her tongue rubbing his shaft and making him all but whimper her name. She rolled her eyes up to see him; he was looking down at her, his gaze mingled adoration and lust. He gasped sharply, his hands on her shoulder and in her hair pushing her tightly to him as he jerked hard within her mouth. Devi felt his release shooting out of him as thick, hot fluid; she eagerly swallowed everything he had to give her until he moaned and loosened his grip on her, gently pulling her off of him.

Wiping the back of her clean hand over her mouth, Devi stood back up, guided by the sounds of Gale’s heavy breathing. In the mage light he had cast, she could see the blissful, satiated look in his eyes, and smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Gods… if only I could think of a witty comment about how you always please my sense of taste,” she murmured. “Among other senses…”

“You are magnificent beyond what mere words can describe,” Gale breathed out, his own arms wrapping around her neck and shoulders. He pulled her close for a kiss, uncaring of where her mouth had just been. “You put Mystra to shame.”

Pleased, Devi kissed Gale back. “I hope Mystra regrets casting you aside every day for the rest of her immortal life,” she murmured. “I have no intentions of ever sharing you with her again.”

“Nor will you ever,” Gale promised. He kissed Devi once more, then reluctantly let go of her, reaching between them to tuck his wet, softening cock away and relace his trousers. That done, he tugged Devi’s pants back up to where they were designed to sit, and retied her own laces, gently straightening both her clothes and his in the dim light. Once he was satisfied that both looked suitably presentable, he wrapped his arms around her again, his kisses on her lips soft and slow. Devi softly sighed in pleasure as she kissed him back, utterly content to stay in his arms for the rest of time.

Their friends seemed to have an impeccable sense of timing; only a minute after the pair had contentedly snuggled in each other’s arms, exploring each other with kisses, they heard footsteps outside their blissful prison. “You two still alive in there?” Karlach’s voice came through the concealed door.

Pulling back from Gale’s kisses, Devi turned toward the sound of her friend’s voice and laughed, hoping she didn’t sound too suspiciously breathless. “We were starting to wonder if you’d forgotten us!”

“Never!” Karlach laughed. “Nobody else around camp can cook like Gale can, and Astarion needs his shenanigans cohort!”

Gale snorted, even as he let go of Devi, clearly trying to pretend that he hadn’t been pleasuring her, or been pleasured by her, during their time in isolation. “It is nice to be valued and appreciated,” he chuckled.

“Okay, if you’re naked, you have about… eight seconds to fix that,” Astarion’s voice drifted through the door. Devi blinked and exchanged a guilty look with Gale; he winked, then leaned in for a final quick kiss. He pulled back from her just as there was a click and the door slid open again, freeing both wizard and thief. They were greeted with the sight of a vampire, a Sharran, and a tiefling all waiting for them.

Shadowheart sighed in relief. “Thank you, Astarion. I don’t know how we would have gotten them free without you.”

Astarion waved a hand dismissively. “Think nothing of it. I’ll just call in a favour later when I need to feed again.” He looked at Gale and Devi as they hurried out of the cramped room. “Are you two all right?”

“Never better,” Devi assured the vampire with a grin. “Thanks for coming back to bust us out.”

“Of course.” Astarion stepped to the side, his red eyes peering at the couple. If he noted the slightly-rumpled looks to their clothing and hair, or the swollen lips, or the lingering scent of sex in the air of the room, he didn’t say anything. “Now that you’re out of there, I did see another building in this village that looks interesting. We may as well go explore it together.”

“Lead the way,” Gale said, nodding to the pale Elf. As the group of five started to make their way out of the building, he fell back into step beside Devi, stooping just enough to whisper into her pointed ear. “As for you… you needn’t be patient for too long, my dear. I have plans to both woo and wow you thoroughly, beyond what we just did in that room, and I’m going to enact them soon.”

Devi smiled up at the wizard, and surreptitiously took his hand and squeezed. “I’m looking forward to it, my love,” she murmured, and saw his warm smile as he squeezed her hand back.

#bg3 fic #gale x tav

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adepsychedelicious · 3 months

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A Bitter Pill to Swallow

In which Gale is getting a bit distracted by the reader and has to face his feelings. It's a sequel to Practice Makes Perfect, but you don't have to have read that to get what's going on in this one... should be fairly obvious!

Fat Female Reader x Gale

CW: Sexual content, mentions of oral sex, mentions of virginity, masturbation

He isn’t concentrating and he should be. He keeps trying to make notes and listen to what the professor is saying, but every time he looks up his eyes seem to drift over to you. You’re paying attention, your eyes are focused on the board or the professor and dutifully you scratch notes onto parchment and occasionally raise your hand to ask or answer questions.

But Gale barely even hears what you say or what the professor says or what anyone else in the class says, because his attention is fixed on you. A tendril of your hair drifts lazily against your neck and he’d very much like to twist that little strand around his finger and then kiss your neck. You’ve nervously bitten your lower lip while thinking of an answer and gods, that has just killed him. He remembers your face when you came, how blissful and pleasured you had looked. How first you had bitten your lip to hold back your cry, but it had come unbidden and beautifully loud and unabashed as you had tumbled over the edge.

He shifts uncomfortably in the chair, grateful for the required uniform of robes that can hide how hard he is. Your robe is open at the collar and pulled back over your shoulders, and the blouse you wear is a little too tight over your chest, the corset pushing up your breasts under the fabric and it’s all he can do not to leap over the desks and rip the flimsy material off you. He regrets not playing with your tits more, teasing the nipples into hard little buds, sucking on them. Your skirt is somewhat tight on your hips and thighs too, and while he’s sure that’s more to do with the poor quality of the uniforms, he’s glad of it. The sweet, intoxicating scent of you had driven him crazy when he was between your thighs and he’s replayed the event so many times in his mind that he feels like he could recall every detail! He loved the way your thighs clenched tightly around his head and how soft they felt, so much soft weight to you. He’d fantasised at night about you riding his face, being entirely at the mercy of your warm, wet-

‘Master Dekarios,’ the professor’s voice rips him from the daydream and every eye in the classroom is upon him.

‘Uh, what?’ Gale asks, not his usual eloquent self. A few titters spring up in the class, he imagines because he’s usually the one answering all the questions and being a bit of a know-it-all, and perhaps his classmates are a little pleased he is not doing well today!

‘I asked what school would this particular spell fall under? Perhaps we can see if you’ve been paying attention at all during this lesson!’

Gale hunts around for a clue. He looks at his classmate’s faces, the professor’s, on the blackboard at the front of the class - which is all about fire magic, but it could be any spell. He decides to take a guess, most of the fire spells are Evocation based. ‘Evocation, sir.’

The professor tuts and shakes his head, more giggles from his classmates follow. ‘Dear, oh dear, Master Dekarios. No, wrong, flaming sphere is not an Evocation spell. Anyone care to offer a suggestion if they’ve been paying attention?’

He’s still feeling that prickle of embarrassment and irritation with himself, but when your hand raises and your eyes finally look at him once more every thought rushes out of Gale’s head.

‘Yes?’ the professor gestures at you so you can answer.

‘Flaming sphere is a conjuration spell.’ Your eyes flick to Gale and he sees the slightest, smallest smile play at the corner of your lips. He finds himself smiling in turn, you like besting him for once. Your eyes lower slightly, so you’re just looking under your lashes and Gale is about two seconds away from fucking you right on your desk!

'Correct, I’m glad someone has been paying attention!’ the professor says.

He can’t wait any longer. Usually, if they want another go, the women come to him and ask, though he’s not below requesting it himself. But you, he has to ask you, he needs you. Needs to feel your plump thighs around him again, feel your soft belly under his fingers, your full breasts in his hands. If he doesn’t, he’s going to go mad at best, and at worst fail all his classes! He needs to get you out of his head.

When class is over he jolts up out of his seat, quickly packing his bag and hurrying to the door, so he can wait there for you. He shifts from foot to foot nervously. Gods, where the hell are you? Why are you taking so long? Do you usually take this long? And then finally you appear, talking with Nira, oblivious to everything he is going through and looking utterly divine.

‘Y/N!’ he says, desperately, almost breathlessly, causing you to look up in surprise. ‘Could I talk to you for a bit?’

You gaze at him and he wonders if his desperation is all too clear on his face, whether he looks a mess. He has run his hand several times through his hair, so undoubtedly it’s all over the place. You glance at Nira, then back at him.

‘Uh… yes, of course,’ you say, standing there and waiting. Nira is waiting too, looking at him quizzically, brow arched. And while he usually does like Nira very much, right now she is a gods damn devil who is ruining things just by being here! He swallows tightly.

‘Could you… would you mind coming to my room, there’s some alchemy work that it would be good if you could look over, if you have a chance,’ he says.

‘Oh!’ you seem surprised, and perhaps he is too, given that’s not what he truly wants or cares about, but he can’t think of a reason to ask Nira to leave! ‘Sure, I can help with that. But I do need to go to the library and work on a transmutation essay, so can I come by later?’

‘NO!’ his brain screams. But instead of vocalising that he manages a carefree, easy going smile. ‘Yes, of course. I’ll see you later.’

You nod, give him a delightful, warm smile and then head on down the corridor with Nira, who still glances over her shoulder to give Gale a keen stare as though she’s trying to figure out what exactly is wrong with him.

***

He’s pacing back and forth in his room. He’s tried to distract himself, with books, with an essay he’s meant to write and has thus far managed: ‘Druid magic is considered…’ which has been crossed out savagely. Tara has slunk away somewhere. What is wrong with him? He’s used his tongue on so many women around the school and none of them had lingered long in his memory. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, otherwise he wouldn’t do it. But it’s one thing that is such a fantastic turn on for him that for days after he’ll pleasure himself with just the thought of the recipients. Lucia had a rather lovely gasping moan and Hortense had a nice tight grip on his hair, but you… gods he couldn’t even conjure all the ways you had been the best. And it was haunting him and if he didn’t know you well he’d assume you cast some sort of spell over him. Maybe your pussy was cursed in the best way possible. Even he snorts with laughter as the thought scurries through his brain. He’s being absurd, utterly ridiculous. He’s going mad.

The soft knock on the door makes him jump and he flies over, yanking open the door, beaming on seeing you and then feeling bad for your slightly fearful, apprehensive look. ‘Hello, good afternoon, come in, come in,’ he babbles and you tentatively step over the threshold.

You brought along your alchemy textbooks and gingerly place them down on the desk, as though he might bite you any second. ‘Gale… are you… are you alright? You look a bit flushed and… um… stressed.’

‘Me? Stressed? No! No, not at all. I’m fine!’

‘Oh… alright,’ you say and stand nervously in the room, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. ‘Well where’s your essay?’

Ah! The consequence of his little lie. He has written an alchemy essay, but he thinks it’s actually fine. A few little edits needed here and there, but it wasn’t worth the bother of bringing you to his room. And yet he’s pulling open the drawer on the desk, taking out the essay and giving it to you. He could scream at his brain. What is he doing? Why is he wasting precious time on a near complete essay?

‘Why don’t we sit on the bed?’ he suggests quickly. ‘It’s more comfortable.’

‘Oh, sure,’ you reply, placing his pen and ink pot on the bedside table. You wait for him to fluff up the pillows before taking your seat and he sits next to you while you begin to read the essay.

***

This was a stupid, horrible, tortuous idea! He’s sitting next to you, smelling your scent, feeling your thigh press against his leg and how many times are you going to bite your gods damn lip in thought? He’s in his own personally curated hell and he just wants to rip the essay from your hands and kiss you for all your worth and bury his cock inside you. Sometimes it has subsided, but then you’d shift your weight, brush your hand against his leg or your breast against his arm as you lifted yourself up a little and the blood would rush right back to his cock.

Finally you finish with the last page, having written a few comments throughout the essay and scratching out a couple of lines, but you put the pen back in the ink pot and give him a smile. ‘It’s good, I don’t see why you’d need me to read it, think it’s basically perfect,’ your eyes glimmer with mischief and you poke him in the ribs. ‘Though I’m sure your head doesn’t need to get any bigger with my praise!’

It’s now or never. He takes the pages from your hands. ‘Thank you,’ he says and tosses them on the ground. You look delightfully confused.

‘Gale, what on earth-?’ you begin to say, but he straddles you and kisses you. You gasp so sweetly and for a fearful moment he thinks you might push him off, but instead you wrap your arms around his back and pull him close. Your hands tighten in his hair and he groans into your mouth as he explores it with his tongue. Gods you’re good.

He lifts his head, taking a moment to try and breathe and calm down a little. He rests his forehead against yours. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all week,’ he admits. ‘Morning, noon and night, you’re driving me mad.’

‘Sorry,’ you murmur in reply and he laughs. ‘Do you get a bit obsessed with your latest conquest in the weeks after?’ you ask.

The phrase doesn’t sit well with him. He doesn’t like the idea that he’s somehow battling and winning all these women, it does make it feel a bit like he’s just adding notches to his belt for the hell of it, rather than enjoying oral and hopefully helping his classmates out. But especially because you’ve been the only one to turn his head and make him want more.

‘No, not usually,’ he says. He lifts his head to look into your eyes, gods they’re beautiful and the way you blink in some confusion… he groans and kisses you again. He wants to admit to wanting to fuck you, he wants to pound you into the mattress, hear your moans and you begging for him, see his cock disappear into your sweet pussy. He realises shamefully he’s grinding against you, his clothed cock rubbing against your mound.

‘I want to have you,’ he pants out. ‘I need you. I need to be inside you. I want all of you.’

You whimper as he grinds into you, your back arching as he does so and he’s so close to scrabbling with your clothes, tugging down your skirt and ripping open your shirt so he can at least have access to your breasts. He’ll pay for your blouse to be repaired, but his head is running hot with blood. His hands go to your skirt. He could bite off the laces at this rate! But your hands are suddenly on his chest and pushing him back. He’s disappointed but obliges and pulls back. You scoot up the bed again and sit with your legs hanging off the side.

‘Gale…’ you breathe, evidently a bit flustered by his display, but you manage to get your breath back. ‘I really like you and I liked our time together, but… well…’ you look away, embarrassment all too clear on your face and he wants to reach out to reassure you, but he thinks better of it. ‘I’m… I haven’t had sex with anyone, except for that time you used your tongue, and I don’t want to rush things or for it to not be someone I don’t love and trust entirely. I do trust and like you a lot, but… well… yes, that’s it.’

Can the gods really be so cruel? Can they really deny him at a time like this? He could scream, but that would probably make this whole situation a hell of a lot worse than it already is! He manages a laugh that sounds strained and a little hysterical, but he thinks he’s just managed to not look entirely insane.

‘Well… yes, that’s a good idea. Wise… uh… honourable…’ the fuck is he even saying? ‘And I’m not saying this to convince you here and now, but do you think… maybe… I could be that person, in the future? At some point? We could court! I could woo you, properly!’

You smile politely and clasp your hands together. ‘I… uh… I don’t know, you’ve been with quite a lot of our classmates and I’d be worried I’d get jealous.’

‘You’ve nothing to be jealous of!’ he cries.

‘Well… I’ll think about it…’ you say, inching closer to the door.

He swallows uncomfortably and nods. What else can he say? He cannot think of anything anyway, when he hears the door open and closes and he looks up, but you’re already gone. He clenches his fists and brings them to his head, groaning. What the hell was he thinking? You’d probably be running off to Baldur’s Gate come first light, he’d terrified you! He throws himself onto the bed and grunts at the contact of the firm mattress against his still achingly hard cock. Fuck it! He needs relief.

He quickly casts a spell at the door to lock it, tosses off his shirt and breeches, and then grabs his pillows. He bundles them up in the middle of the bed and once he’s straddled them, he begins to thrust into them. It makes for a poor approximation of you, but there’s no time for drawing things out or making himself last long, he’s too wound up and desperate for that. He imagines your thick thighs wrapped around him, the softness of your belly bouncing against his hips, the way your breasts would move every time he’d thrust into you. Fuck, you’d look so good, so beautiful, there’d be so much for him to touch and hold onto. He imagines gripping your hips so tightly, his nails digging into your flesh, he’d leave little half moons all over your skin and the thought nearly blinds him. He replays your little moans and whimpers when he’d licked your cunt, thinking about how you’d make the same noises with his cock buried inside of you, fucking you deeper and harder, pressing you down into the mattress… he cums, hot ropes of it messily on the pillows and over the bedsheets.

‘That’s it, my good, sweet girl,’ he mumbles to himself. ‘Going to paint your thighs with my cum, going to make a mess of you,’ he breathes heavily, enjoying the last little shivers of pleasure that course through him, until he comes to a rest and collapses onto his side. He wishes you were here, wishes you had actually accepted his offer. He would’ve been gentle if he knew it was your first time, not like that, he wouldn’t be a selfish prick, but he would… Gale sighs, you’d already made it very clear he was not boyfriend material and it hurt, surprisingly so. He thought… well you had said you would consider it… but he doesn’t feel like he’s going to get much of a thought. Fuck. He’s been mindlessly enjoying himself and no one had been bothered by him eating pussy whenever with anyone and everyone, but now, now he’s gone and fucked himself! And not in a good way. And you've said you'd think about it, but it's probably going to be a no if you're that committed to your morals! He flops back down on the bed and covers his face with his arm. Shit! Why hadn't he thought about this?

He sits up. No, he’s Gale Dekarios. He’s not going to just give up at the first hurdle! He has to prove to you that he’s a worthy contender of your affection, has to prove he can be a good choice when it comes to a relationship and has to prove he can love you like no other. He won’t be a blockhead, if he’s really not your type and you don’t want him at all, then he doesn’t need to be told a dozen times like some men! But he wants to give it a shot at the very least. He smiles to himself. Shit, when had that happened? When had he fallen for you? Strangely, he felt like it might have happened before he ate you out, though when exactly he can’t quite place. He cleans up the room, cleans up himself and unlocks the door. It’s time to woo you like you’ve never been wooed before!

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