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“𝔹𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖, ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚: 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘?”

Pirate Gale x Merelind | E | 4.9 k

Summary: As Merelind joins his crew, longing bursts into pent up feeling and … oh there’s a murder too.

CW: yearning/wanting, Gale jorks it in the ocean, Astarion is a menace, Tara has no time for this, Don’t get attached to Alfira (minor character murder death).

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The night wore on, and Merelind sat by the fire, a tankard of wine in her hand. His fire. His crew gathered around her. That newest recruit from the Grove, that Tiefling Alfira, leaned in with her chin on her hand, hanging on Merelind’s every word.

Fascinated by the Siren.

Gale couldn’t blame Alfira for staring and leaning in so. Not when Merelind was so very… enchanting.

And then she laughed. Gods… when she laughed it was like nothing he had ever heard before. No music could compare, no melody spun even drew close to the way her laughter entranced him.

“Is this wise, Captain Dekarios? Letting the Siren join your ranks of able bodied beings?” He could feel the chastisement from Tara’s lips even before she had opened them. “Need I remind you, Gale, it’s her curse to try to drown you.”

Gale didn’t even look at his Treasym as she settled beside him on the driftwood log, the campfire roaring merrily still into the night. “No, I need no reminders,Tara, but need I reassure you, she’s spared my life at least twice now…. Three times debatably?”

A little sigh slipped from him as he remembered waking up with those two toned eyes shining down at him, the moment he had returned to the land of the living.

Tara only harrumphed. Malcontedly.

He huffed, “She’s cursed too, Tara. Bound by those Netherstones like I am with my Orb.” An earnest look softened his bearded and scarred face, his brown and milky eyes wide and longing. “The Crown of Karsus would set us both free. Forever. For good.”

Tail curling round her rear, she sat up and folded her wings. A little purr in her throat and she rubbed her face gently against his side. The unusual show of feline affection catching Gale grossly off guard, he stiffened.

“You know, Gale, I want nothing more than for you to be free and be… happy. Even if that be with you remaining in your Queen’s ire.” She said, pausing to sit back and look up at him. Her slitted feline eyes sparkling with sincerity. “But you should know the risks of dealing with curses by now. If that Orb in your chest that rots you from the inside out is an insufficient lesson, I’d hate to see the next one that is taught to you.”

Gale clenched his jaw, two eyes flicking to the other cursed one. And he only clenched harder as his belly warmed, watching her grab a violin to join that young Tiefling bard beside her on the lute. “By Mystra’s mantle,” he cursed with an aggravated sigh, “be it on my head if anything happens, then Tara, for I won’t deny myself a chance at freedom. Not her.”

Tara tutted, having nothing more to say on the matter than a terse, “Goodnight, Gale.” Then she flew off, probably to hunt.

His tanned hand lifted to his chest, rubbing the ache of his very curse as he watched them playing. The music was so pleasant, better than they’d enjoyed at sea since leaving their last port of the Emerald Grove. Captivated, he barely realized the way the rest of the camp had wandered off to their bedrolls as he sat spellbound by the melody that soared through the night. A lute plucking, a viol humming, and the crackling of fire. The most alluring of ballads.

The siren. His siren. And the other one… Alf—something. He didn’t notice the night wore on until it was just the music… and his Bosun who sat down beside him, somehow still smelling like that fragrance that always cloaked him.

“Sooo, Gale. How’s that sad, hopeless pining going?” The elf sat beside him gracefully, a bottle of Sunburst Shandy in his hand.

Gale scoffed, leveling an irritated glare at his friend. And crewmate. “Pining? Hardly? It’s the inestimable queen’s fault we are in this mess. And beside, it’s been a year or more since I was banished from court.”

That sleek face turned into an even sleeker smirk as he raised his bottle. “Oh my silly Captain,” his red eyes flicked to the musicians by the fire. “I wasn’t talking about Mystra.”

Gale narrowed his eyes, a sharp glare that should have checked anyone at their tone.

But not Astarion.

“You know…” he sighed, tapping the mouth of his bottle against his own. “I’m almost offended for you to take another bloodthirsty type into your crew.” He flashed a fanged smile, gesturing with his hand, a simple golden band around his lanky middle finger. “I mean as the resident vampire, even if it’s an alleged see-cret,” he drawled the last word, “I’d rather have been consulted before you allowed a murderous siren to sprout legs and pick up a bottle of Plum Fizz and a violin.”

He scowled a little as the two bards bid a friendly good night, leaving the topic of their discussion alone. Alone to turn her mismatched eyes on them from across the campfire.

“We need her, Astarion,” Gale whispered, refusing to turn to look at those accusatory scarlet eyes beside him. “She’s the key to obtaining the Crown and ending my curse, I just know it.”

Gale could practically feel the look of scalding judgement on his friend’s face. The vampire sneered, tones acerbic. “You’re not going to send her off, are you? Fantastic, well, if anyone in this group of weirdos wakes to a knife to their throat, she’s your responsibility, Gale.”

“I feel it in my bones, I'm right, Astarion.”

“Tch,” the vampire needled, “given the way your heartbeat jumps when she looks at you, I’d say you definitely feel it in a bone.”

With that flying barb, one that made Gale’s scarred and tanned cheeks blush, Astarion tossed his empty bottle to the sand behind him and set off for his bedroll.

Taking a long, shaky inhale, Gale wiped his hands on his thighs and stood. Merelind watched, two toned eyes blinking slowly as she watched him. Then, just to seal his fate and make his heart fairly stop, her lips turned in a subtle smile.

“Captain?” she murmured, still looking a sight in nothing but his coat. Did… did she lean back like that on her hands on purpose? Did she know it pushed that freckled swell of her breasts up into the moonlight?

He cleared his throat, sitting down beside her, forcing his eyes up and off her pretty bosom in the gap of his lapels. “I love this time of night…” he murmured, glancing up at the stars overhead. “There’s an almost reverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness.” He reached his hand up towards the bright heavens. “The cradle of eternity,” he paused, the next of his thoughts unable to be said aloud….

…The timelessness of lovers…

Holding his breath, he felt her shift beside him, a cold hand settling down on his own.

And he gasped. Her musical voice only aimed to make his heart deafen him entirely as it pounded. Her voice was so soft, intimate even, “I’m glad you find my home beautiful, Captain….”

“Gale,” he interrupted with a hint of urgency. “You… you should call me Gale, Merelind. You’re no pirate, no sailor…” he turned to look at her, her profile so devastatingly striking. The way her one blue eye glowed in the firelight. His own eyes soft and wide, his voice barely more than a sigh as he let his heart speak. For once. Hoping that also for once, his heart would be heard. “You must know you’re… special….”

Merelind slowly turned her head, blinking just once as her berry lips curved just a little. “Am I?” she spoke equally softly, a flicker of hope still lingering in those mismatched eyes. “Is that why you’re willing to play the hero to save me, instead of the pirate?”

“Privateer, oh nevermind,” he stopped himself from being pedantic. For her sake. He curbed his arrogance, his need to prove his intelligence, for her. Gasping that cool hand under his, he lifted it to his lips. “No matter what I am called or what role the fates assign me, I am ever the gentleman.”

A nod of her pretty blonde head and she watched with wide eyes as he… held her hand. His fingers were so warm, his skin smelling so good, so alive and mortal. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a gentleman in my long, immortal life,” she murmured, eyes sliding shut. Her mouth chased the source of his warmth, leaning in until she could taste his breath on her tongue.

“Well,,” Gale murmured. His warm hand closed on hers, the chill of her skin only making his own flame hotter for her. “Perhaps one can’t always be a gentleman…”

Cool to the touch and floral to the scent, her lips met his once more. A tentative press. Not enough. Gale pulled her by that hand in his inexorably closer, their chests flushed. He needed her lips, pillowy soft, wanted that taste he had sampled, and craved the feeling of her against him. He worked his mouth with hers, tongues tangling as he lost himself in that intoxicating taste.

“You are unmatched, Merelind. Beautiful as the heavens themselves,” he barely breathed between kisses. He needed everything she would give him. And he’d plunder her lips until she yielded. Her breath in his nose, her taste on his tongue as he lapped and tangled it with hers, this surely was Elysium.

When did he lose his breath, he wondered, panting against her lips… his hand now in those sinfully soft blonde strands. Forehead pressed to hers, his chest heaved for air and ached for want. “Merelind… a rose and a song…” his hand swept to her cheek, cupping it as he caught his breath. “How I’d like to call you mine. My rose…”

She kept her eyes shut, a slight sway of her head against his, nuzzling him. “Mmm, you still sound like a gentleman from tales I’ve heard, even if you stole a kiss from me…” those intoxicating lips pulled to one side in a captivating smirk. “You pirate…”

He leaned forward, hands reaching to dig into her backside, to pull her closer. “Normally I don’t allow such an accusation, but when you say it, why it sounds alluring.” He growled the word, treasuring it as he sucked her bottom lip into his until it popped free. “Pirate.” Gale’s vision was filled with only her, brimming with freckles and tanned skin and mismatched eyes like the sea and like rubies. He should pull away, should be the polite suitor and bid her goodnight, but he can’t. This pull she has on him is far too strong.

A blessing or a curse unto itself, he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t care. Not as he shifted her to straddle him, as the weight of her settled across his lap to press right where he was aching. That was a blessing. It made his mouth release hers to moan, to heave a sigh as his hands pulled her down.

“Captain,” she breathed into his lips, her head shaking side to side. “You forget yourself.”

“No, my Rose. I think I know myself for truly the first time in your arms. I’ve felt so since I first laid eyes on you, Siren or no.” He can’t fight the way his hips thrust up into her, hands on her waist over the soft worn fabric of his coat. Another roll and he swears he can feel her shiver in his arms, gliding on lap. “And it’s Gale. You really should use my name, Merelind. I hope to hear you say it, sigh it, murmur it, whine it, and more in the coming days. Our own little music we might make with one another.”

His voice was roughened from his deliberate control, his strength exerting every balNtlylupi of effort to keep himself from flipping her one this driftwood and exploring her depths. His Orb flared up in their faces, an illumination of light through his eyelids he knows betrayed any intention he had of appearing discrete.

Merelind grinned against his lips at the telltale sign of his intent. “Then, Gale…” she sighed, her hands fisting into his shirt’s collar, gripping him firmly, “let me bid you goodnight for now. I wouldn’t want to be the reason your reputation for being a gentleman pirate gets tarnished my first night in your service.”

Oh, the way she purred that last word sent a thrill to his belly. The fire in his blood doubled at the implication.

There would be a next time. Another night. And that insinuation was enough motivation to part from her smooth, supple lips. “I don’t know how you do it, Merelind, but I am bound to your spell. Very well,” he sighed. “The promise of a good night to you, and… how about clothes of your own in the morning?”

The Siren in his arms made no move to depart at first. She just leaned in and kissed his scarred and bearded cheek. “Until morning, then, Gale,” her tongue caressed his name. Her eyes bright and shining like jewels, a hand to cup his cheek as she leaned in to press her forehead to his. Not a kiss. But something so much more intimate and enthralling and, dare he think it… magical.

He could have whined as she stood and left him. His heart ached almost as much as his aroused and untouched cock as she disappeared among the bedrolls and slipped into one.

Blood rushed in his ears. He needed to get away from here. To give that sweet siren space as she had asked. He was a gentleman yet. And her promises of more were enough for him to use for his imaginings. He needed to find somewhere to be alone, he needed it desperately.

The beach was vast and empty. The crags of rocks sat at such a distance, it would be dawn long before he achieved his much needed release and returned.

His Siren… he wanted her so badly, more than any queen had commanded his heart with her edicts and mandates and cold compromise. He had never felt like this, and he would have suspected some sort of enthralling charm if he had more of his wits about him. But as it was, he was bound for her domain, wading up to his knees into the waves of the sea.

The place that smelled of her, felt like her, cool and fresh on his skin. The waves undulated, a steady rhythm that broke on his body with a force they only made his blood run hotter. Made his cock throb more as he reached a hand to stroke it in his sea-water soaked pants. He slunk one hand under the fabric, easing his aching hard erection out as he started to pump it, the sea level kissing the sensitive flesh.

Gale groaned, the scent of the sea in his nose, the pressure of the waves slamming on his hips… if he closed his eyes he could imagine the hand around his cock was cool and dexterous. Lithe fingers starting to stroke him, a set of faintly glowing gem toned eyes staring at him with matching want. Just as she had moments ago.

Of course a beach in front of his crew was not the time nor place to ravage her like the beautiful creature she was. But the sight of her in his coat, the mix of his scent from it on her pretty, tanned and freckled skin… it made his member pulse again even as he stood waist deep in the ocean now.

Like this, he could imagine the wet of the sea was the slick between her pretty legs. Legs he wanted to explore even more than that scaled tail she had born before. His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he picked up speed, hips thrusting to meet his hand as he kept himself in the vision of what it might be like…

No… what it will be like to finally touch her, kiss her, share his desire for her.

He has come so close tonight, and with how hard he was as he bent forward into the spray of the waves, he couldn’t fight the laugh. He had come close tonight, in more ways than one. Leaking into the sea, he couldn’t lose that feeling of her body against his, the hum of magic between them, an attraction he didn’t know if it was lust or more or even if it had anything to do with magic. Was it the way those Netherstones hung perfectly over her soft breasts? Was it the way his own Orb hummed in a frequency that matched her own?

He panted now, feeling that sensation of her touch on his skin, her taste on his lips. Intoxicating and impossible to forget.

“Merelind,” he murmured to the waters of her home. Their slapping on his body was like the riding of a pretty female body taking his heated cock oh so good for him. His breathing grew rough. His hand ached from closing around his shaft so snugly. A rough cry on his lips, a flash of her pretty freckled face in his imagination, and he spurted into the sea. The waves lapped his spend away, and like hells he wished it was her walls or her mouth. Next time…

Sea spray in his face, dark hair lined with grey and drying from the salt in the water, Gale caught his breath. With a tug, he pulled up his trousers and waded back to shore. Spent. Satisfied for now, he spared himself a glance to the sleeping camp of his crew.

He swore he could hear her humming in her sleep. With one last glance into the heavens, the dark that glittered with stars almost as bewitching as her eyes, he made it to an empty bedroll on the edge of the camp. Flopping down, he passed out asleep, skin still damp with the seawater, his heart thumping softly…

Until a shriek roused him from his sleep.

Still damp, he flung himself to his feet, sleepy eyes scanning the camp. A cluster of bodies in the center of camp made his heart leap to his throat.

It was right where his Siren had bedded down.

He had to fight not to call for her, to cry out only to be soothed at the sound of her musical voice.

But the second he pushed into the ring of people, he was aching he had left her at all.

Merelind stood over a body, the scent of metal heavy in the air. Her face was spotted with freckles and blood. Her body was wrapped in his jacket still and even that was sloshed in crimson. That new bard, Alfira, at her feet, mauled to a point past recognition, even Gale cowered at the brutality.

Astarion and Karlach had her hands bound behind her, their eyes narrowed and accusatory at… him. Their captain. The one who let a murderous sea monster into their ranks. The ire in their eyes was enough to stop him, and Gale froze in his tracks. “Ummm I’m going to say something we are all thinking. Was this your doing, Merelind?” he looked into those jewel toned, mismatched eyes. They looked so… sad. Ashamed.

She just looked up at him pleadingly. “Yes, but it’s not what you think. I… woke up like this…” her musical voice trembled as the pale hand on her right shoulder clenched. Astarion pressed her towards Gale, hissing in her ear, “And I wake up looking this good every day. Talk, Siren. Why did you kill Alfira?”

Gale looked at the body, mangled and torn apart, and then he looked at Merelind. Fear. That’s what she reeked of.

Her head hung low as she gave in. “I don’t know what happened. I woke up as they found me, standing over my friend, bloodied and elbow deep in gore. I don’t recall anything once I bid you that goodnight.”

Oh, slightly incriminating against him, but Gale fought to keep his brown and milky eyes narrowed. Hard. Trying to look like the ambitious and yet fair captain he had been known to be. “It’s the curse, isn’t it. Your magic demands a death, and your curse urged you to take it. It follows with the nature of my own Netherese Blight.” For a moment, he caught himself. The flash of pity, of the feeling he’d found another suffering soul just like his… wanting to help her, not to condemn her. But he couldn’t. Not in front of the crew. “What you’ve done is gravely concerning,” he pulled out his sternest voice, but it wasn’t enough for the pale elf.

“Concerning?” Astarion scoffed. “Gale, the way you think purple is an acceptable color for every occasion is concerning. This was murder. Your fishy fuck toy gut the new Tiefling like she was the special in the local butcher shop.” Then the elf bared his fangs down at the prisoner. “She should get the same, curse or no curse,” he hissed, letting his vampirism show, a rare occasion. “At the very least, we should concern ourselves with getting our ship off this wretched spit of land, take the Netherstones from her neck, and get that Crown.”

“I can free your ship!” Merelind interrupted with a jolt. “And you cannot kill me, nor take the Netherstones from my neck, lest you be cursed and trapped on this island.”

“A likely story,” Astarion hissed down at her, hand closing harder on her rope-bound hands behind her back

Gale exhaled hard, pulling his blade from the top of his boot. “Bring her here,” he barked. And in reply he just got a pair of mismatched eyes widening in fear. He pursed his lips, as if he were shushing her silently.

The wicked, fanged leer down at her from the Vampire spoke to every bit of his crew’s anticipation. They wanted blood for blood.

Gale took her arms, turning her back to him.

With her hair, her neck, this close to him, he had to fight the thoughts in his head. Holding her by those ropes on her wrists, their bodies crashing like the waves he had pleasured himself to last night. Shaking his head, he pressed the blade to the side of her neck. But there was no pressure behind it. Still, he demanded in exacting tones, “And just how will you free my ship from these cursed sands?”

Merelind gasped, and he could feel her pulse against his blade. “My magic can control the seas, the waves. I am one with them on this island.” She paused, her voice lowering a little in tone. “They speak to me of happenings in their depths, goings and… comings.”

She knew. Damned siren magic. Gale kept his control, pulling on those bound wrists like he’d been craving. “Vow you’ll free our ship and I’ll spare your life. But you’ll be under careful watch. Mine. Until we see fit to release you, Siren.” He made a show of dragging the cool steel of his blade on her freckled neck. “Agreed?”

Merelind nodded. "Agreed, Captain,” she sighed, a wave of visible relief from her accord.

“Hope you don’t regret such a vague agreement, Siren,” Astarion jeered, a smirk on his pale face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Lots of room for interpretation and application…” His smile of a sneer matched the crew. Gale looked around, knowing he had to tread carefully.

“Send Tara aboard with one watch of sailors. Make ready to put to sea once more.” Gale’s command felt forced to him. He wanted his ship free of course, wanted to weigh anchor and make for the bounding main to break his curse. But for once, there was another something, someone, on his mind he wanted more.

And he needed to work through this… set back… with Alfira. To protect her. Cursed as she was, to him she was his blessing.

She had saved his life, her curse had forced her hand to take another’s. A sense of duty bloomed in his heart as they watched from the shore as the ship made preparations to be freed from its sand bar prison.

The sun climbed higher, and still he kept her before him. Those freckled hands bound, she waited. The sea breezes tossed her hair, little golden tendrils dancing on the wind. Then…

Boom!

A cannon fired. The single that the ship was prepared to launch, once the sea and sand released its hold on the beached vessel of course.

Gale put a hand on her shoulder. “Now, Merelind. Uphold your end of the parlay, and I’ll uphold mine.”

“To make me your prisoner?” she murmured in a voice so low, it was meant for his ears alone.

“If you think so little of me that I would kiss you goodnight and kill you in the morning, then it’s fortunate we are about to have heaps of time to get to know one another. Just the two of us.” With that, he brought his blade to her wrists and cut her loose. “Free the ship, Merelind.”

Her body turned slowly, and Gale could feel every crew member’s eyes on them, the ones who remained on shore. Her eyes were bright, blue like the sea, crimson like blood.

“Yeah! Show us what you can do, Killer!” Karlach bellowed, elbowing Astarion in the shoulder.

“Mm, Killer? Well, I suppose I’ve been called worse,” the Siren commented with a ring of amusement. She didn’t even look at the ship behind her, nor the sea. She merely lifted one hand, whorls of water suddenly appearing to braid and circle around it.

Slowly, the tide rose, but only as a wave under the ship. It pitched from its scuppers, its keel afresh under the surface, and slowly the vessel dragged on the water back to the deep. Distant cries and shouts of excitement echoed from the Tara’s decks.

Merelind gave the most smug and arrogant grin with her pointed teeth. As she lowered her hand, her magic dismissed, and the crew onshore fell silent.

It was an awed and heavy silence. One where Gale’s own mismatched eyes met hers, his gaze locked and burning with a need to see more of her power. He licked his lips as if he could taste the magic in the air from her. “Well then, Merelind. A bargain is a bargain,” he crooned as he put a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward the waterline. One glance over his shoulder and he started to bark our orders. “Stow the cargo and supplies brought on shore. Prepare to weigh anchor at the hour, and… have the tiefling’s effects sent to my cabin.”

She walked with such ease for a Siren, not a shred of resistance as they made it to the jolly boat to board the ship. His coat hung loose from her lithe shoulders, her bloodied skin washed clean as she waded back into the sea around the rowboat. Settling across from him inside the vessel, she barely looked intimidated. In fact, she grinned and leaned on the bulkhead with her elbow. “So… Captain, what do you plan to do with me? Obviously you know better than to take my Netherstones by now, unlike your crew.”

“Oh, after that impressive display to free my ship? Why, I am a gentleman, and I hold to my bargain. You’ll be my guest in my cabin, and I’ll not lay a finger on your pendant or on you.” His smile twisted rakishly as he shoved off from the shore. “Not unless you ask me to.”

He watched as her freckled cheeks flushed, her eyes grew bright. And his smile twisted more. She wanted him as much as he longed for her, coveted her. “If you did, you’ve seen my magic, experienced it first hand. I am not without my defenses.”

Oh, she was sparing, that glimmer in her mismatched eyes spoke volumes to the games of power and teasing she aimed to play. Gale pulled on the oars harder. Eager to get her to his ship. To stow her safely behind closed doors like the precious treasure she was to him. But he couldn’t help but to fire back. Always one for a challenge that piqued his ambitions. “Oh yes, those hands and their skilled movements. Surely you know the magic they conjured looked delicious.”

A smile crept over her lips, and a matching one curled on Gale’s, a smile that crooked on itself more with each pull of the oars.

Oars that drove them closer to his ship.

To his cabin.

His domain. Not hers.

Thank you to my girlies @nyx-knox and @redisbetterr

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pursuitseternal · 28 days ago

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🌊 “𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭:” 🌊

Gale (Act 3) x f!Reader | E | 2 K

Summary: The Wavemother’s Robe carries a magic to its creation, one that Gale is most eager to unlock with his beloved, beautiful and resplendent by the sea

CW: Magic smut, beach sex, praise kink, post act 3 romance, outdoor sex, semi-public sex, magic in the “bedroom,” creampie, vaginal sex

Ao3 Link | Baldur’s Gate Masterlist

🎨 by @2leavespothos on BlueSky

“Night is a magical time to swim, my love. Starlit and romantic, and yet the dangers of not being able to see the tides are nothing to shake a stick at,” Gale gives you that smug smirk, even as he pulls you headlong down the docks. Stars glitter, your heartbeat racing at their brightness, the memories of your time spent in the Outer Plane still fresh in your mind from the other night.

But tonight is for mortal pleasures. Very wet ones, you laugh. Over your arm, the Wavemother’s Robe hangs, its barely-there weight only tangible as the scales of the armor seem to hum as you approach the sea.

The winds have been calm, and the sea is quieter than it was earlier today when you had paid your final visit to the Wavemother’s House.

When you got armor, the special prize for aiding those Servants… now it shimmers and seems to glow the closer you get to the secluded beach beside the seaside temple to Umberlee. “Hells, my Wizard. Can’t you just… Misty Step us where you plan to take me?” you huff, his hand pulling you closer to the soft rushing of waves on the shore.

“Now, such a hurried approach leaves much to be desired, my love. It is the ripe anticipation that will yield such delicious fruits…”

“Yeah, yeah,” you tease, reaching to flick your finger into his upper arm even as you giggle. “I love walking with you too, my love,” your voice murmurs, the sudden shift from teasing to sultry makes Gale miss a step down the way to the beach, his precious hands catching him on the rail just in time.

You call his name, your arms reaching to grab his middle, a tangle of limbs precariously close to tumbling down the stairs. But all it does is end with you in his arms, looking up into warm brown eyes and that scruffed, gorgeous face, all of it framed by the stars. “Gale—” you half-giggle, half-purr as he cups your cheek in the cradle of his palm.

“No more distractions, my love. No more detours. Or else we may miss the window to try out this new Robe for ourselves, hmm?”

Mmmm, you love it when he does this. When the academic tone turns to a low rumble, when the pedantic tone drops to a purr.

“The tides are just right, and there isn’t a fisherman in sight, which makes for perfect conditions for testing out this robe’s abilities, just the two of us…” his voice takes that sweet warm rumble as he continues, “and away from the prying eyes and listening ears of camp.”

His warm hand stays braced at your lower back, sliding down to palm your ass as he leads you to the sheltered beach. He murmurs your name, “Gods, I’ve been thinking about seeing you in this armor all day.” His thick lips twist in that smug smirk as he bites his lip. Looking like he stares at the most beautiful, most desirable sight in all Torril. That’s how he gazes at you now. And everyday. His goddess long forgotten. Now there is only you reflected back in the wet shine of his rich dark eyes.

It steals your breath, and he knows better than to wait on a reply when you’re this swept off your feet.

You manage a strangled, breathy laugh as your feet sink into the recently warm sand, and you pull your shoes off. Sand tickles your toes as each step draws you to the water’s edge. Gale stops in his tracks near a cluster of boulders, setting down the armor. “And now to disrobe before we try this Robe,” he chuckles, starlight catching in his eyes. His magic hands are quick, pulling off his own clothing first to bare that sculpted, tanned chest. Before you even have time to register it, he’s completely naked in the moonlight.

And already hard.

“Hells,” you breathe, watching his hand reach to start lazily stroking himself, your dress already half bunched at your middle as you pause.

“Go on then, don’t stand on ceremony for me,” he croons, chuckling and stroking.

You don’t need anymore encouragement, tugging the fabric off over your head and step out of your panties. Setting it all on that boulder, you take the Robe, its fabric seems to glow not with the starlight, but with the sparkling glitters that come from the waves that lap around your bare ankles.

Gale’s smug smile only deepens, those lines at his eyes and in his forehead creasing distinctly as he draws close to take the armor and open it for you, bunching it at its collar to slide it down your smooth body.

The fabric tingles, rippling on your skin, wriggling with magic as if… it was alive. Its blue scales shimmer, resplendent, you had called them, even as Gale had assured you, your beauty outstripped such a physical object. Even one that is this magical.

His warm body pulls up behind you, cockhead prodding at your ass every now and then as he slinks the armor… if you could call it that… over your head.

“You know, I was reading about this fine Robe today, curiosity piqued when I saw it. I wanted to know its magic and not just how it hypnotizes me with that deep cut of the collar, that high swoop at the tops of your supple thighs…”

You don’t need to turn to know a half-lidded gaze that bores down at you, the rolling depths of his tone enough to make you shiver. His hand slides the fabric down, smoothing the small scalloped plated fabric over your back. Skilled hands linger over your ass, the tips of his fingers sliding to the aforementioned thigh slits as they brush your skin there.

Warm lips caress the soft spans beneath your ear, and then he whispers. “You know how this Robe was made? These are no ordinary links of silver chain, my love. These are the scales of the Wavemother’s most beloved fish. Its death a great tragedy, this Robe birthed from its memory, a relic of the creature’s power and beautiful magic.”

His grip tightens suddenly on your hips, pulling your ass flush to him. You gasp, not wholly recalling his tale as you feel the press of his cock grinding on your ass.

“A creature of unparalleled beauty, the jewel of the sea…” his voice rumbles in your ear, his beard scratching and tickling the sensitive flesh of your neck. “A rare thing of beauty. Like you, my love,” his lips brush your neck, and a wanton moan slips from your mouth.

“Gale,” you breathe, eyes sliding shut to focus on the sensation of his mouth on your skin.

Waves lap higher at your ankles, your feet sinking deliciously slowly into the sand. Your head gets light with his brushing kisses and murmuring voice.

“There is yet a more wonderful secret about this Robe, however,” he’s crooning right against the whorls of your ear, sending shivers like rivulets of ice cold rain down your spine. And you just hum in response. “The moment… this garment… touches the water…”

His words are slow. Measured. And you can tell he’s waiting for something. A magical moment, perfectly timed and concocted for your pleasure.

His style of seduction, you’re coming to know about him.

A single wave kisses the fabric, making it stick to your flesh… a second skin that ripples up your every nerve with a burst of magic so pleasurable, a whimper slides off your tongue. “Hells, what was that?” you sigh, shuddering to feel Gale’s warm body pressing up behind you hard. Insistent. His hand pushing away the back panel of the Robe to bare your skin, the velvet skin of his cock slots perfectly into the groove of your ass.

The water-magic caresses your whole body now. It moves like ripples on the surface, emanating from the points where the scales touch the sea.

“Close your eyes,” comes that rough-whispered command in your ear. It always makes you shiver. Always makes you moan for him. Your body obeys him in a flash, hands pressed to the boulder beside you to brace on something, anything, as he ruts against you in earnest now. “Can you feel it? The magic of the Robe, the way the sea’s power trickles in your nerves now?”

Even with his voice strained, his hips thrusting against your ass, leave it to your beloved Wizard to teach you the magic of this gown. You huff half a laugh that dissolves into another whimper as he pushes your chest to the slippery rock and pries your legs apart.

“Focus on the magic, the way these scales shimmer against your skin, and I’ll,” he chuckles as he presses the blunted head of his cock to your own soaked folds, “focus on making you feel a different sensation, wave after wave of pleasure to drown you in.”

Gale pushes inside you, and just as his cockhead bottoms out inside your cunt, a wave sweeps up to your knees.

Filled to bursting from within, magic tingling over your from without, you constantly clench around him. Cool waters lick higher up to your knees, but the spray of the gentle sea tonight already has the Robe damp over your whole body. Heat coils in your belly, the fabric alive on your skin. A maelstrom of sensations caress you, flowing down your spine, stoppered by the heat of your coupling. But its nothing compared right now to the feeling of him fucking inside you.

Those crashing waves of pressure, that rising tide of bliss he’s conjuring in your belly drowns you entirely. Every thrust drags him over your nerves, a sweet heat to contrast the cool kiss of sea spray.

You voice pants and whines with each thrust. His own groan matches yours as he slides a hand up your thigh. You know he feels it too, the Wavemother’s magic, as his hand slides under the sopping scales to find your clit with expert precision.

“You, my love, my beloved,” he chuffs in your ear, rich praises penetrating deep into your soul, “are resplendent. Ravishing…”

His voice is thick in his throat, husky as it breaks in time with every slap of his hips against your ass.

“…prepossessing…”

You feel your walls flutter as he pushes against you harder, the Robe now soaked and quivering with its own magical life over your whole body, save where Gale pounds into you. Erratic and hard, he chases his release as you can feel your own orgasm gathering, a tempest in your belly and cunt.

He groans in your ear, tongue pilfering the depths of his vocabulary to praise you. The bigger the words, the tighter his balls were, readying to spill into you…

“Gale… I…” you heave, rocking back against his thrusts to take them deep into you, the waves of your pleasure, the waves of the sea, both swell as one crest of salt water lifts to crash on the rock, spraying you in water.

The Robe undulates, its magic bathing your body as every scale comes to life, the tremors of pleasure racing through you. You scream for him, your peak sweeping you away, arousal gushing down your damp legs, walls clenching to match his sloppy, wet-slapping thrusts.

Your name on his lips, and you can feel the burst of heat, cum coating your insides, as he spurts with long, relieved groans. Yet another wet thing to run between your legs, but this, this was your favorite.

Mouth hanging slack, you hear your wanton cries bouncing strangely off the water. “Gale… hells how did you… know this Robe would feel so…”

Out of breath, drowned in pleasure, he huffs a laugh. “If you say magical, I will call you… pulchritudinous which we have discussed as too gregarious a word for your beauty for when I’m balls deep inside you. Just to freshen your memory.” His teases tickle the back of your neck, his hips punctuating the final observation with a hard, deep thrust inside your clenched, overstimulated walls.

Pouting, you turn your head slightly with puckered lips he wastes no time in tasting on his skilled tongue. “So, you like the fruits of my research, do you, my love?”

His hand sweeps up to caress your neck, warm fingers dancing over your sweat-damp, sea-sprayed skin. And you sigh, managing a nod, still savoring the little after-waves of bliss, the Wavemother’s blessing stealing your air with its resplendency indeed.

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