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Shameless. Completely and utterly shameless, that's what you are.
Sauntering alongside your party with a slight hitch in your step, shifting your weight carefully from foot to foot each time the lot of you decide to make a quick pit stop. Your hips keep swivelling just so and the stickiness between your legs makes you shudder, the slow but sure trickle of cum soaking a rapidly growing damp spot into your undergarments.
It's all thanks to your beloved Archdruid. And when is it not?
Halsin'd bruised kisses onto your lips while Gale had tried to barter with a trader when passing through a small village, pressing you up against the stone of an alleyway wall—nevermind your weapons digging uncomfortably into your spine—fisting at your hair to pull your head back and open you to him as he swept his tongue into your mouth and left you swollen, flushed and gasping for air. As if that hadn't gotten your blood bubbling to boiling point, your party's little lunch break in the forest led to even more debauchery—the great elf stealing you away, yanking your armour and whatever else underneath out of the way, pressing your arse cheeks apart and feeding your cunt his cock so fast and hard you thought you might've screamed despite your friends being a stonesthrow away. He'd let you have your climax first and then spilled deep inside you, teeth at your ear and fingertips leaving imprints on your flesh while you trembled beneath him.
"So you won't soon forget how it feels to have me fill your belly, love." He'd said as he kissed your temple and tucked you nicely back into your clothes as if nothing had ever happened.
Like forgetting the feel of his seed inside you was ever a possibility in the first place.
So all you can do is squirm, watching the day finally draw to a close, the sun dipping low to the horizon and coating the woodlands in a beautiful orange glow. You know that Halsin has been enjoying watching you suffer through, his large heart not untouched by ridiculous desire—though he's quite adept at hiding it, you've heard his stories, afterall. You, on the otherhand...
It's bad. Your pathetic inability to fool your companions into thinking you're completely fine. Astarion keeps giving you this look and you know he knows—in fact, he's whispered to you exactly seven times now that he can smell the desperation on you, and his devil smile tells you he's not exaggerating. It's humiliating as much as it is exhilarating—you're soaked by the time your group finds a place to set up camp, heavy gaze flickering over to your Archdruid, watching his biceps ripple as he helps ease a fallen log out of the clearing where Gale intends to set up the bedrolls. Gods, of all the divine and wondrous things you've witnessed, Halsin is leagues above it all—glistening and golden and staring straight back at you, lip curling and eyes flickering down briefly, lines on his face creasing deeper as he grins wider. Your turn away, cheeks warm, and you hear the low rumble of the elf's lovely laugh, knowing he's fully aware of how badly you're itching for him—longing for so much more than what he'd already given you earlier.
"You could at least pretend to be helping." Astarion's saying from his comfortable spot at the base of a tree, a book in hand and not a weight of the world on his shoulders.
"And what exactly are you supposed to be doing?" You shoot back, bending down to scoop up some debris and stones—ignoring the way the movement highlights how slick you are down below—before padding over to the treeline beside your vampiric friend and tossing them into the bushes.
"I believe our githyanki friend told me she'd stick a spear up my backside if I got in her way, and that's not something I think I'd enjoy, darling." He smiles, red eyes wicked. "Though, if we're talking about other kinds of spears—"
"Don't even start." You tut and wag a finger down at your friend, "You're not fooling me into having this discussion with you, I simply won't allow it."
"I only wish to know just how big it is, dearest, surely you could spare me just one juicy little detail." Astarion laughs, totally delighted with his teasing.
"Why don't you just ask him yourself?" You're tossing your last words over your shoulder and don't notice Halsin's broad chest until you're walking face-first into it.
The Archdruid chuckles, one of his large hands coming up to rest at your lower back, crushing you to him so you can't squirm away in embarassment like you so want to. "I would complain you need to be more aware of your surroundings, my heart, if this hadn't turned in my favour." He says, lips at the crown of your head.
For all your internal kicking and screaming, you let yourself melt into your very large lover, arms looping loosely around his hips as he nuzzles his face into your hair, chin and lips and nose rubbing back and forth, inhaling deep and sprinkling kisses within each movement. You roll your head to one side and then backward, lifting your face to his as offering, his lips descending upon yours the moment he lays his eyes on them, his arms tightening around you.
Oak Father preserve you, you'll never tire of kissing this ethereal being. Halsin cups the back of your head in one hand, holding your mouth to his as he takes the time to trace the shape of your parted lips with his own, breath intermingling, noses brushing—he makes these quiet sounds of satisfaction, taking your bottom lip between his and then your top, sucking at them, biting, before licking his way into your mouth... It's so wildly intimate, so private, and yet he's doing it right out in the open for everyone to see, uncaring of consequences when it comes to tasting you—sampling you—savouring you. Gods, you want him, your cunt pulses and weeps more of his seed from earlier on, a desperately cry for the attention it so craves. You may just climb the man like a godsdamned tree—
"Oh, fuck's sake, there are children present." Karlach giggles, sounding much closer by than you had thought anyone was.
You're dazed as you pull away, but not enough to lose your wit, "I don't think Gale counts, but valiant effort."
Said wizard begins to protest, but you're too busy allowing Halsin to take your hand and drag you to the edge of camp where the two of you can disappear into the treeline and out of sight. Though not before you hear Astarion calling; "Take it far away this time, if you please! I may be over two hundred years old but I still have my hearing!"
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In the golden rays of the setting sun, you lean back, palms braced on Halsin's knees, his cock sheathed comfortably within you.
The elf is stretched out in the grass below, tunic rumpled and not entirely removed, bunched all the way up under his armpits to show his glorious hairy chest and cum-splattered stomach as he heaves deep, wounded breaths beneath you. His fingers just grip uselessly at your thighs as you rock your body down into his, bracketing his hips between your legs as you grind your pussy slow, feeling every last throbbing inch of his shaft filling you.
Ah, he truly is lovely like this—neck stretched back, eyelids fluttering as he tries to keep his glassy gaze focused on you. It's like he detangles entirely whenever you perch yourself on top of him, rolling your hips, fucking yourself on his ridiculously good cock—the Great Archdruid stutters, his jaw dropping open as soft, whimpering sounds filter from his lips and each time a whine escapes you find yourself clenching around him, driven to absolute madness to watch this giant man come to pieces beneath you.
"Mmm, that feels divine, my heart—" Halsin's fingertips slide upward, chasing your skin under the shirt you're still wearing, pushing it up further as you lean forward—curling your upper body over his until you're bending all the way down and kissing him. His large palms cup your breasts over your brassiere, and you pull away only long enough to strip off the remaining offending material—you want skin on skin, his heat fully on yours—and he grants your desire the moment you're bare, his thumbs tracing the peak of your nipples.
You arch into his touch, your hands settling on his wrists as you grind back and forth on his dick. "You've already come undone for me twice, my love, I'm curious of how many more you could give."
"Don't tease me, sweet girl," Halsin pinches your nipples and your hips stutter in rhythm. He laughs, then you bite your lip and rotate in a circle and the sound catches in his throat, twisting into a sinful sound as his smugness falls and his expression resets to one of pure pleasure. "Mm—mm, don't tease, I beg of you—"
"Oh, you beg?" You hum, vibrations of desire shaking stronger through your body. "I'd like to hear more of that, actually." You roll your hips again, the same pattern, clenching slightly as you go and the lovely beast below you fucking whines. "Tell me what you want, Halsin. It's yours if you ask."
"I... I want—oh, ohhh—" The great druid's eyelids flutter shut as you continue to move on top of him. You feel his legs shift behind you and you know he could very easily plant his feet in the grass and buck up into until you're the one pleading for mercy, but he doesn't—he leans further into his ecstasy, you've obviously found yourself in quite the position of power over him, delivering nothing but a devastating rapture to the nerves in his lovely, lovely cock. "By Silvanus, I want you to keep d-doing—ahh—doing that. Keep fucking, oh, I feel your cunt squeezing me..."
You shudder at his naughty words, grip tight around his wrists as he still attempts to play with your breasts through his immense distraction. You use his arms as leverage to move yourself in those circles faster, concentrating on pulsing your pussy around his shaft as you go, watching him melt beneath you into the grass. It feels so good holding him inside, feeling the full weight and shape of him fill your insides—to impress the curve of his cock into your innermost walls. The elf's head tips back and his mouth falls open, completely vulnerable as he allows his bliss to fully wash over him in crashing waves. He's so beautiful, so trusting—you love him. Gods, you love him.
"I'm nearing my—" Halsin's thick eyebrows come together and he bares his teeth, breath hitching over every inhale. "Don't stop, my heart, please, please don't stop, I want to finish inside—"
You smile and soothe your thumbs over the backs of his hands, sweat trickling slowly down your back and your thighs screaming, but your intent and determination clear. You neither increase nor decrease your pace, keeping your movement as steady as you can to drag him through his imminent orgasm, fire licking the inside of your belly as you prepare yourself to receive even more of him. "Come for me, beloved."
And he does.
It's not very often that you get to enjoy the sight of Halsin coming completely undone. Most times you are totally blissed out, blank after your own climax (climaxes), aware that he finds his own pleasure and definitely enjoying it, but not really able to watch him do so. So you take the opportunity to do so now, rapt attention on your Great Archdruid, taking in every last twitch of his blissful frenzy.
The veins in Halsin's neck stand out, head lifting slightly off the ground as his fingers grip tighter at your chest, his cheeks flush red and his lips part again as he hiccups deep, gutteral sounds. Then, you feel his dick inside you pulse, his strong hips bounce you just slightly as he spasms and spills, his cum hot and thick as you continue to move. He throws his head back again then, hair fanning out across the grass and jaw dropped as he moans, wounded—breathy, beautiful—eyes squeezed shut and body trembling in time with the spurts of his seed within you.
"Oh, my sweet—" You almost purr, trailing your hands along his forearms and lowering your body down, still rocking your hips slightly as you come into his space, lips trailing along the curve of his jaw, fingers playing at the bunched leather of the tunic still bunched under his arms. "You're gorgeous."
Halsin chuckles airily and you shift higher, his hands sliding down to your arse, and you press kisses against the underside of his chin until he finally tilts his head down and allows your mouth to cover his. You kiss him languidly, dipping your tongue between his lips, breathing each other's air, feeling his fingers squeeze at your pillowy flesh as he eventually lifts his legs and uses the bit of leverage with his feet on the ground to thrust his still hard cock slowly in and out. You wiggle on top of him, feeling his cum begin to overflow, sliding wet down the backs of your thighs, and you shiver.
"You haven't come." The druid mumbles against your lips. "What would you like of me?"
You smooth your hands up over Halsin's cheeks, forehead and all the way up to his hair, lifting from your lover's lips to smile slyly down at him. "Would it be terrible if I asked you to keep going?"
Your lovely large elf groans, his hands shifting up to your hips as he gently rolls you both over, his length shifting inside you and you gasp as you're pressed into the grass, your legs winding around Halsin's hips. He sits back on his knees briefly and strips his tunic the rest of the way off, leaving him All beautiful and bare above you, glistening with sweat in the evening sun. "All these years walking this plane and I think you may very well be the death of me."
"To die by fucking too hard?" You hum happily as the druid takes your hands in his and stretches your arms above your head to pin them down against the ground, his weight crushing you, forcing his cock deeper inside. You whimper and your eyes roll, toes curling at how entirely full you feel. "Not such a—ah, fuck—bad way to go, is it?"
"Mmm, I suppose I'll give you a good breeding before I go."
Oh. Fuck. Okay.
It's interesting how you think you could be prepared at all for Halsin's enthusiasm, not that you underestimate him by any means, but the force of his passion—the way he matches your desire with his own—it floors you every time. His grip tighens around your hands and he pulls his hips back until he's almost the entire way out before he slams his sensitive cock back into your pussy. You feel his cum pushing out of you, pushing deeper inside you, each movement causing his entire body to shudder and tremble as he fights through his overstimulation to please you. You reward him with unabashed sounds of satisfaction, your heels digging into the backs of his thighs to urge him on, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts—knowing the smoldering heat swirling in your stomach is building to an intense crescendo.
"Gods, H-Halsin—" You intertwine your fingers with his and hold steady, breathing shallow as everything heightens, pulling taught and threatening to snap. "Please, please, please—"
The very large elf lowers himself, his entire body encompassing yours with its size as he rocks his hips into you, his dick twitching within your clenching walls, loud, almost pained sounds of unbelievable pleasure muffled against your neck as he feels you unravel around him. You reach your peak, it hits you hard, like you've been struck with the full force of a warhammer—you turn your face into Halsin's russet hair and your mouth opens in a soundless scream of euphoria.
You don't know when it happens, but all at once somewhere in the middle of your moaning, Halsin makes a wounded noise and you're flooded once again with seed, delirious and writhing beneath him as you take it—your vision blanking out and head swimming with divine rapture. He finally releases your hands and slumps on top of you, careful not to completely crush you underneath him, but curling into you and holding tight, shuddering through what you're proud to say is his fourth orgasm of the day. You throw your arms around him, breathing erratic as you pulse through your climax, threading your fingers through his hair and clutching him to your body.
"You're... You're lucky I'm a healer." He manages through a wheeze, and you feel his smile against your collarbone.
"I think I'm the one who's going to need healing." You whisper, kissing at the crown of his head softly, dragging your fingers like a comb through his tangled hair. "Moonmaiden knows—I was already walking funny enough earlier."
"Hmm." Halsin lifts his head and tilts his chin to press a very gentle kiss upon your lips. "I would apologise, but I'm not entirely sure I'd actually mean it."
You laugh then, swatting at his back playfully, both of you lazing in your afterglow under the setting sun...
Then, just one sentence, spoken directly into your mind—Astarion, embarassed and very amused.
"Not far enough!"