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I thought I was dreaming for a moment.
I was warm. Warm, and in a real bed, under real blankets. I could feel sunlight caressing my face, deliciously golden even through closed eyes. Surely I was going to wake up any moment, back on the road to Baldur’s Gate, aching from another night in my bedroll?
Consciousness began to filter in, memory asserting itself. This wasn’t a dream; I was in Baldur’s Gate, in a bed in the Elfsong.
And not alone. At that, I smiled. No, most definitely not alone.
Feeling almost decadent, I burrowed deeper into the bedding, luxuriating in the feeling of fresh linen on my bare skin and the faint scent of lavender.
“Stop wriggling, woman.” I felt Gale’s smile as his lips pressed into my shoulder and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. “You’ll wake everyone else.”
“Trust me to choose the bed nearest the sunrise.” I whispered back. “But after all that time in the Underdark, and in the Shadowfell…” I stopped, distracted by the soft kisses he was planting on my shoulder.
“Mmm? Do go on.” His breath against my skin made me shiver in delight. “If you make me lose count, I’ll just have to start again.”
“Count?” His right hand was drifting now, exploring the top of my breasts and tracing leisurely circles around my nipples. I, however, was losing the ability to think straight.
“I am making it a new area of study of mine, a quite personal one. How long it would take me to kiss every freckle on your delectable flesh. Even the ones on your-”
“Gale!”
I felt his quiet laugh. “How many new constellations will I discover, I wonder?” The hand wandered lower now, crossing my stomach, caressing. “How many worlds, how many delights?” His voice grew husky. “These are the only stars I want to rule over.”
“Poetic. If you ever tire of being a wizard, perhaps you might consider becoming a bard.” I felt his lips against my shoulder again, light, feathery kisses teasing and caressing. His hand still wandered, sliding upwards to cup my breast before sliding down again to rest on my hip. My breath hitched as I felt his stirring length against the curve of my backside. Reflexively I pressed against him, feeling his heated flesh molding to mine as I gently thrust my hips towards him. His breathing became ragged as I moved against his cock, enjoying the reaction as he grew fully hard against me.
His hand moved lower now, fingers parting my slick folds to caress the hidden pearl within gently. I gasped as pleasure shot along every nerve like lightning, sensation so powerful it was almost pain. I felt Gale’s lips part and his teeth graze gently at the join of my neck and shoulder, nipping just enough to send a delicious shiver through me.
“Hush, don’t you know what hour it is? Decent people are still sleeping.” He slipped one finger, then two, inside of me, working slowly and methodically as I did my best not to cry out. “Though judging by how wet you are and just how much I want to take you right now, I’m not sure either of us make the roster of ‘decent people’.”
“To Avernus with polite society,” I muttered, stifling a gasp. My hips ground back against him reflexively and I could feel the moisture from him on my skin as his cock slid against me. I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry out as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “Oh sweet gods above, Gale,” I breathed, feeling myself hurtling fast towards the precipice. His fingers still continued their leisurely thrust, his other hand teasing my nipples into pebbled peaks. I turned my face into the pillow as I came hard and fast, gasping in what I hoped was the quietest way possible in an open room full of sleeping people. I felt his cock twitch as my walls contracted around his still thrusting fingers and I knew he was imagining himself buried inside of me.
Convenient, because right then I wouldn’t have cared if the rest of our companions stood and watched, as long as he took me on the spot.
I reached back and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, giving that velvet hardness a gentle stroke. Now it was his turn to hiss between his teeth as I stroked experimentally, enjoying the reaction as he grew harder in my hand.
His left hand stopped its pleasurable torment of my nipples, caressing gently upwards as he wrapped the thick braid of my hair around it. I draped my leg back over his, opening myself to him fully as I felt the head of his shaft nudging against the honeyed heat of my entrance.
“It would be a most indelicate social blunder if we were to wake our traveling companions so early.” His breath was hot against my ear as he tightened his grip on my hair.
“Unforgivable.” I agreed, helplessly pinned against him.
Then he sank his length into me, filling me to the core. His free hand held my hips against his, his other one tightened in my hair to expose my neck. I was at his mercy as he rocked against me in the most maddening way, feeling every delicious inch of him as he plunged into me again and again. Gale held me captive against him and he was determined to take his time. His mouth settled against the skin of my neck again, licking and sucking hard enough to mark me. Each movement was a whisper of sound, barely audible - I hoped - against the background of the crackling fire and the early stirring of the taproom below.
Reaching down, his fingers once again found that sweetly swollen nub, teasing it gently so as not to overwhelm me too soon. The pace he set was achingly slow, beautifully tortuous as I fought not to cry out. I felt my walls flutter against him and he stopped, breathless, buried deep within me. His fingers continued to delicately tease between my legs, ever so lightly. My body arched backwards to meet his, joining us as fully as possible.
And then I felt myself surrender, sailing over the edge once more, shattering into a thousand pieces silently as I clenched around him. “Oh, Gale,” I sighed. A promise. A prayer. A benediction.
It was the signal he had been waiting for. His hips snapped upwards once, twice, three times before I felt him pour into me. Joined together, we ride out the waves of pleasure as one, reveling in the aftershocks. Our breathing gradually slows as we return to ourselves. His right hand settles next to my heart and I wrap it with my own, warm and sated.
“Well?” I whisper into the soft silence. “Did you lose count?” His answering rumble of quiet laughter is all I need to know.
Later, there will be obligations. Later, there will be a world to save. For now, there is only the sweet, steady rhythm of Gale’s breath on my neck as I start to drift back to sleep, fulfilled and lost in his arms.