#ballsdeep

[suchoten]

The deep is not misunderstood, I understand him on a molecular level, and I appreciate and cherish him and his existence, but not his actions

Be like me, a deepie

[jazeerajin]

[blobfishbumblebee]

"Balls"

[sugarryspookster]

This how I'm tryna get bent over, who wanna do it to me 🥵🍆😈

[untimelybones]

have some more (ft. 2 homeless (rich) men)

every morning i wake up and refresh toshiro's tag in hopes of new (lai)shuro content

[enterwittyjokehere]

[Angsty Gale won the poll, have fun with his mage hand guys. ;)]

Dread Alter of The Heart

[Gale (of waterdeep) Dekarios x afab reader smut]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Agrument]

[Mentions of death and being blown up]

[Angry at old man]

[Early act two spoilers!!!]

[Heavy smut 18+ only]

[Teasing]

[Incorrect use of mage hand]

“I am so very sorry, Gale..” The old man's words filled you with a burning rage, a pit that sat in the top of your chest, right next to your heart, and made fiery tears fill your eyes. The dangerous emotion was clear to both of the wizards surrounding you, Gale was more concerned by the sudden uncharacteristic change in your demeanor. 

Gale’s warm hand moved to sit on your shoulder, in an attempt to provide a bit of emotional support and to try and quell your worsening rage. The large hand rubbed at the bone of your shoulder, you only shrugged it off as you took a step closer to Elminster.

Fists balled and face getting redder by the second, you pointed a finger past the old man, “Get out of my camp.” 

You said it as calmly as you could, the anger inside of your chest making you less than rational. A hand firmly grabbed at your wrist, “(y/n), please, Elminster is a dear friend.”

Turning to face Gale, you furrowed your eyebrows, “No, Gale, friends don't randomly show up, eat all your food and then tell you to kill yourself, not good friends at least.”

“As previously stated I am so very sorry, Gale, truly.” You shot the old wizard a glare.

After being reprimanded by Gale once again, you retreated, stomping off to your tent. Letting the flap of fabric, used as the door, fall down, you sat upright on your bedroll, head hung low.

The feelings you held for your party's wizard were so blatant and obvious, the whole team was aware. Hearing what has to come next made you fearful, to say the least. Holding your hands up to your face, your bundle of stressful emotions left through your eyes.

The looming spectre, known as the fear of rejection, had kept you from ever allowing Gale to know your true feelings. Even now as he was going to put the half assed forgiveness from a goddess, who has done nothing but abuse and misuse both him, his trust and his magickal abilities over the life he lives currently and more importantly to you, the one he could live, after this was all over, with you.

Not knowing if he would even accept your love now that his goddess was back in the equation. All the hard work you had put into your delusions of a content life with a sweet wizard husband poured down the drain. Almost left you feeling like you belonged in the sewers of Baldr’s gate.

Reveling in your reminiscent remorse took you out of your surroundings and your tears became sobs. The emotional waves that washed over you felt uncontrollable, almost inconsolable, as though no one could help, the dreaded feeling of losing Gale, all to win the favor of some goddess, left you in hysterics.

Sobbing into your hands, you sniffled and swore under your breath, left startled by a sharp clearing of a throat outside your tent. 

“(Y/n)... Can I speak with you?” Gale muttered, then pausing to wait for your response, your startled demeanor fluctuated, relief poured into you when Gale’s voice was heard and then you remembered that you are almost in no shape to speak to him.

Eyes puffy and nose running, you were aware that your disheveled state was obvious and yet when Gale asked to talk you could never say no. The butterflies started without even having to look at him, knowing right now he was outside your tent waiting to speak with you made you giddy. 

“Sh*t-! Yes, Gale. Just… um- give me a second.” You said, hurriedly, wiping your red tearstained face on the sleeve of your cotton camp clothes. 

Opening the flap of the tent, you stepped out into Gale's view. He frowned for a second, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Have you been crying?” 

You glanced up at him, biting onto your bottom lip in an attempt to quell the next round of tears. Nodding your head slightly, before your attempt to stop your overflowing emotions failed, Gale wrapped an arm around you pulling you into an embrace.

“I should be the one crying, I'll be the one that has to�� you know.” He said, laughing slightly, before making a worried face.

You didn't have to see his face to know what he did, he was so predictable in everything, or maybe you just knew him well enough. Sniffling slightly you shook your head, “No. I won't let you. We'll find another way.” 

“I am afraid that's not your place, my friend.” Gale said, pulling away from you.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping tightly onto the sleeve of his shirt, your face wet from tears. You shuttered when his big brown eyes found your own, “...Gale, I'm in love with you.”

The words had slipped out before you could stop them, the tone of your voice was as though that was a reason for him to let you stop him. 

Gale's lips curled into a small smile, yet his eyes were still sad, “I know.” 

His words were gentle and sweet, he wrapped his arms around you again, before speaking once more, “and maybe had I not been cursed with this ‘divine purpose’ we could've had each other.”

More tears pushed over the threshold, your hands attempted to retract from Gale's shoulders. He watched as your lip began to quiver and you backed away, “Or you could've chosen me… instead of a goddess who has done nothing for you.” 

You tried to turn around, away from Gale, but he grabbed your wrist, “Please, you should know I cannot disobey Mystra, she is magick and magick is-”

“Your life?” You finished, knowing where his words would end, “That's what I wanted too.” 

Ripping your hand away from the wizard, you wiped your tears. Turning around, only to have Gale's hands latch onto your wrist holding you firmly in place. His eyes peered into you, pleading for you to listen. Yet the hurt in your heart hid his heart from your eyes, your clouded mind forbade you from taking the wizard as who he truly was.

“(Y/n), please, don't be like this..” Gale called, “I love you too, you make me happier than anyone else, I would love nothing more than to make you mine and allow all of Faerûn that knowledge and yet-”

“Gale, Please, you said quite enough, already.” The belated words hurt more than they should have, Gale's attempt to rekindle a flame he had just extinguished only killed the dying sparks further. 

Gale placed a hand to his chest, his now sad eyes peering into you, “I love you, too, please.” 

You shook your head, “No, if you loved me I would mean more to you than-” 

“Mystra means very little to me-! But if this is the only way to save Faerûn, to save everyone… including you, I have to do it. It's my responsibility…” Gale said, grabbing at the orb that decorated both the inside and outside of his chest, “Please… I love you.” 

“You've said that… Gale-” 

Your words were swiftly cut short as Gale's warm hands found your face, cupping the soft tearstained flesh. He pushed his forehead to your own, “Please, allow me a chance is all I ask…”

You stayed silent, Gale tilted your head slightly and pressed a hot kiss to your forehead. 

His eyes found your own again, “Tonight there is no orb, no absolute just you and me… We can worry about Elminster and Mystra's demand when the need for such an action arises.” 

Your eyes filled with tears once more, you blinked as they rolled down your cheeks. Only to be wiped away by Gale's thumb, “No need for tears, my darling, please.”

You looked up into Gale's eyes, he took the moment to smile down at you before pressing his lips to your own, kissing you properly. Your hand slipped behind his shoulder, holding onto the fabric of his shirt, holding the fabric tightly you pulled Gale off of you.

“If I allow you this-”

“If we find another way to defeat this thing… consider it done, orb and Gale, both still intact.” Gale said, his eyes staring into you.

“And Mystra?”

“What of her?” Gale questioned where you were going with your words.

“I’m sure she won’t be pleased with me taking her sweet little lapdog.”

“Then, she should have considered that before tossing me aside.” Gale spoke, placing a short lived kiss to your lips, “Its as you said, why kill myself to please a Goddess, who has done less for me than the sweet adventurer i’ve grown to know and love.”

“Stop with the flattery and kiss me already, wizard.” You teased, Gale smiled, placing his hands on your hips and doing exactly as you told him. Leaning over to meet you in another kiss, your hands found his shoulders as Gale pulled your body closer. 

The closeness of the two of you made you needy as you would move and tease both of you, small whines trickling from your throat. Gale moved a hand to rest on the inside of your thigh pulling your leg over his hip, you would move occasionally brushing against his growing er*ct*on. The thoughts that ran through his head were less than savory, your free hand tangling in his long hair. While his lips devoured your own, his tongue ravaged the inside of your mouth, searching the cavern thoroughly. 

Gale pulled away from the kiss, panting like a dog, “Gods, we should at least get inside before continuing, if you wish to continue..” His words lingered; they carried insecurity but also curiosity as though he was searching for your consent, eager to know your wishes.

 Perhaps he wondered if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, a small smile found your face, “Oh, please Gale, you’re not getting out of this that easily.”

You backed into the tent, moving against him as soon as he entered, kissing him roughly, once more. Gale’s hands fluttered to your hips, holding you flush to his body, smiling into the embrace.

Inside the tent, Gale placed you down on a large wooden chest. His heavy breathing and lidded eyes made your stomach curl in excitement. 

“Lay down, my precious.” He said, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, “By the gods, you're perfect.”

His words were expelled in a groan as you followed his instructions, laying back in the cold wood of the chest. Gale's steady hands began disrobing you, he unbuttoned and pulled off your trousers. 

Before he started on your undergarments he licked the pad of his thumb, pushing it to your clothed core. You squirmed at the action, pulling a small chuckle from the wizard's lips, “Patience, I will not keep you waiting long.” 

He pulled away from you, and began slipping out of his robe, then he hastily unbuttoned his own trousers. Discarding both of the garments onto the floor of your tent, he smiled down at you palming the growing tent in his purple underwear.

You pushed onto your elbows watching him, licking your lips as your eyes traced over his crotch. Gale moved closer to you, his hands enveloping your clothed chest, playing with the soft flesh, “Your turn.” 

His simper was ravenous, like he could devour you whole. He moved closer, kneeling onto the chest, his body hanging over your own. 

The closer Gale got to you the worse your craving for him panged in your aching core. It didn't help that when he pressed a long cascading kiss to your lips, his knee pressed into your lower body, rubbing your warm core. Gale would pull away and come right back into the kiss, igniting a passionate fire beneath him.

Each time the wizard would pull away from your embrace, muttering your praises, only to reignite the kiss. His hand pumping around his hard c**k, groaning into the kiss, “G-Gale, please…”

His lidded eyes opened, staring down at you, nodding slightly before he pulled away. Gale quickly slipped off the briefs, kneeling down at the edge of the chest, he took a finger slipping off your underwear. The wizard's free hand cast mage hand, a spell resulting in a small ghostly hand to appear, with a flick of his free hand the mage hand slipped over your chest. Playing with your nipples, the blue hand teased your hardening bud.

Gale smiled at the sounds the spell elicited, moving his free hand to hold down one of your legs, while spreading your lower lips open. Your attempt at keeping your eyes on Gale failed as he moved into your core, suckling sweetly on the aching bud in your lower body. 

The more ragged and feral your moans for him became the quicker his hand at the base of his own pleasure moved. He mumbled and moaned into your core as you rocked your hips against his face, in an attempt to secure more pleasure for yourself.

“You're more than I could ever need, don't you ever forget that.” Gale moaned out, his tongue assaulting your sensitive c*nt.

“Yeah and that's why you're going to find another way, right?”

“Whatever you ask of me.” He said, before standing up to fully penetrate your lower body.

Your hands found his forearms, while Gale's hands settled on the dips of your hips, you moaned out before biting your lip to quell your noises.

“Let's make this quick, yeah?” Gale said as he rocked in and out of you, “I don't think I can last much longer.”

The friction between the two of you was ecstatic, the building knot in your lower stomach pleaded to be broken. The blue hand Gale had summoned, moved down to where your bodies met, rubbing the abused bundle of nerves Gale had previously been sucking on.

With a jolt of your hips your climax hit, Gale almost immediately succumb to the warmth squeezing feeling of you tensing around him. Sloppily thrusting in, he chased the high while you squirmed beneath him, overstimulation threatened to ruin your moment.

“I hope we didn't wake the others.” You spoke your voice shaky.

Gale looked up at you, kissing you gently, “To the hells with them.”

[hunterrrs]

sure… playing soccer… is that what we’re calling it now?

[bucksboobs]

BuckJosh and EddieTommy endgames would be fun because the “Tommy was wooing Eddie” thing would be canon, Buck would have a full on bro code crisis about his ex and his best friend fucking, meanwhile his boyfriend and his best friend actually seem to hate each other and for some reason the sex with Josh is way better right after they visit Eddie.

[lilyslemonadestand]

send me astarion fic reqs pls... go crazy i don't care.

fluff, angst, smut, dark urge, unascended, ascended, i don't care. just i want to write. my little astarion filled brain has inspiration but no ideas.

and i'll write for gale too I GUESS 😒

[wastingmytimehere]

Durge: I have violent and morbid thoughts.

Gale: Oh we all have those from time to time! Once I had—(he goes off into a cute anecdote which is barely aggressive).

Durge: No, silly. Just a couple days ago when we met and you were in that stone I had to fight off an overwhelming urge to gnaw and chew off your wrist until my teeth gnashed through your bone and severed your limb, leaving you trapped in there helplessly until you starve to death.

Gale: Oh my… well ahem. Thanks for not doing that? *chuckles nervously* I think I better get on with the cooking now! We wouldn’t want to go hungry tonight…

[brainrotarchive]

I'm so tired misha said what now

[itsbrucey]

I need to rant about it sometime bc I'll explode otherwise but Grant and Darryl are my favorites and the small waterfall interlude post-Ballsdeep and pre-Oakvale in S1 Ep38. I was gonna cry like it's so unreal how much Darryl loves Grant.

It will be carved into my heart. The small scene where Darryl gives Grant a hug and goes " Bear Hug... you're gonna get wet. SALMON!" and jumps into the water with Grant. CLUTCHES AT MY FACE.

It's like a mini-parallel to how he jumped and caught Grant midair in ForKnights. Like he's so protecting and he definitely grew more as a character but it's small touches like that where like yeah..... He was always a good dad.

[paging-possum]

I used to think the “whatever you get obsessed with at 14 stays with you forever” thing didn’t apply to me coz im whatever about homestuck now but I’ve just realized. That I got into dungeons and daddies when I was 14. I turn 20 in 2 months. Im never escaping these dads.

[enterwittyjokehere]

Here is Vouyer Gale as promised! I had a lot of fun writing this one, I am currently working on two requested fics and two more smutshots. So more will be coming soon :þ

No Apologies Needed

[Gale Dekarios (of waterdeep) x amab! Reader]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Amab reader]

[No pronouns used]

[Heavy smut 18+ only]

[Vouyerism]

[Exhibitionism]

[Oral]

[Anal penetration]

The moon hung high in the sky, stars littered the dark blue curtain of the universe, hiding the rest of existence from the people of Faerûn. The famed wizard of waterdeep, Gale Dekarios, laid in the midst of it all. His bedroll was taken out of his tent, laid in the open air, staring up at the beautiful sight, taking all of it in, based on news he had received the wizard had a new lease on life to say the least. Trying to take time enjoying life rather than wasting precious moments worrying and rotting away, a sharp exhale left his mouth as his lack of sleep had caught up with him, although he was not yet ready to succumb to the needed action of slumber. To Gale the night was still young.

He glanced around the camp, everyone else had gotten in their bedrolls and started sleeping, or meditating, or so it seemed. His well trained eyes spotted a small light radiating through the fabric wall of one tent, the tent of the so-called ‘leader’ of the little ragtag party. Gale rolled onto his stomach to get a better look, it didn't flicker like the light of a candle, it shone bright like a magick light. Thoughts of why you would need a light this late at night swam around Gale’s head perhaps you couldn't sleep and were reading a book or maybe you were practicing a trade, curiosity flooded Gale’s senses.

The wizard would never come to admit it to the rest of the party, but he had quite a few strong feelings towards you. Although, even now when he had a greater purpose, thoughts of missing you and what the two of you could share flooded his mind.

Standing to his feet he made soft steps towards the tent, only when he got closer did he understand why you were up so late at night, Gale stopped in his tracks when he heard a soft, stifled moan.

“..F**k- Yes..” 

Your voice was quiet, even with how rushed your breathing sounded, Gale's mind began to race as he got closer. Small slapping sounds and a rhythmic rustling sound, painted a clear picture of what was transpiring inside the tent. 

You grinded against your hand, thoughts of Gale’s pretty mouth suckling sweetly on your hard c**k made your stomach flutter. Trying your best to fight off the moans and yet you still failed, “Gods… -Gale!” 

Fear clouded Gale's senses when he heard your audible moan, fearing for a moment he had been caught. When more breathy and ragged moans were heard he knew he was safe in his voyeurism. The wizard of waterdeep paused, hearing his name on your lips in such an intimate tone… His mind was reduced to one sided putty, he had no drive for anything else in the moment but focusing on your actions.

The soft fabric of the trousers he wore suddenly got tighter and tighter as he fought against the emotions of guilt bubbling into his heart. He listened as you worked your er*ct*on away, moaning as you got closer and closer to that heavenly threshold.

Gale's mind raced, he ached to help you cross that threshold, he wanted to shove you over it and allow you to revel in it- in him.

Gale steadily listened as you hit your peak, swears littering your breathless demeanor as you pumped yourself slowly prolonging the descent from your climax.

The light you had been using extinguished and the figure outside your tent was shown to you. Frightened, at first, you hastily pulled your trousers up, quickly opening your tent, seeing a very frightened yet flustered Gale.

“I had a reason for coming over here-” He paused, taking his lip between his teeth, “and yet, right now I am blanking on that reason…”

Dumbstruck. You had no thoughts, only emotions that flooded your senses. Embarrassment heated your face, making you a red and sweaty mess. Fear of what Gale was thinking and feeling. Fear of rejection piled into your stomach like a heavy weight sat at the bottom of your torso. Relief that the shadow outside your tent was an ally and not some raider coming to kill and loot your camp.

Once your mind returned to you you noticed Gale was staring at you, “Gale- I… I can explain.”

“Oh, please, there's no need for any of that. It's not as though I'm the one who has any reason to be upset.” He spoke, a soft smile littered his expression.

“Y-You're not upset at me?” 

Gale's face dropped, “No. Of course not, I expected you to be more disgruntled at me…”

“Oh, I could never.” You said, your eyes tracing the wizard, it was only now that you noticed his slight er*ct*on, “Gale?”

Your eyebrow raised at the sight, he suddenly remembered his predicament. Throwing his hands down in an attempt to shield himself, “Once again, I apologize, (y/n).”

He attempted to walk away, but he stopped shortly after, turning around as you called out to him, “Gale, wait-”

He turned around slightly, you bit your bottom lip. A small simper now adorned your sleepy features, “I could help you with that, if you're comfortable with something like that, of course.”

It was Gale's turn to have no thoughts, his head completely empty as your words rattled around his head. Echoing through his skull, you could almost see the gears began to turn as he placed his thumb to his lip.

“... Are you offering…” He turned, glancing back to the other's tents, “What I think you're offering?” 

Standing to your feet fully, you approached the wizard, your head nodding to answer his question. Gale tensed at your sudden closeness, his reaction only grew when you reached up to smooth the fabric on his shoulders. 

“If you're comfortable with my offer, of course.” 

Gale slightly nodded, his big brown doe eyes clouded over in thought, before he actually took time to answer. He adorned a small simper, similar to your own lustful one, “Yes, I would enjoy nothing more.”

Gale's eyes widened as your cold hands traced over his jaw and up his cheek, cupping the stubble-covered flesh. Bringing him down kissing him softly, Gale's hands rested on your waist. As he deepened the kiss, his hands shifted to your lower back, resting Iright on the bump of your butt. 

Gale's firm hands pulled you closer, smiling into the embrace, “Shall we go inside then?” 

“Well, Gale, I thought since you're so keen on watching… maybe you should be the center of focus.” Gale stared at you, absorbing your words, pailing at them half a moment later.

“You don't mean” His worried eyes glanced around the sleepy camp, not a single soul was awake, “out here…?”

“Is that a problem?” 

“A very large one. Yes.” Gale retorted, grabbing onto your forearms.

“Kneel.” You said, pushing a finger to Gale's lips. Gale followed your hand, getting on his knees as you had said, his brown eyes traced up your body. Staring up at you Gale waited for you to speak, as you watched him writhe from above.

You hooked the hem of your trousers with your fingers and let them fall. Presenting Gale with your still sensitive c**k, the wizard hesitated fear of the others waking up clouded his mind. 

His fears were brought to an end as you pulled his head back to face you, “Gale! Mouth!” 

A quick hum was pulled from your mouth as Gale took you into his own, suckling sweetly around your length. Your hands fell into his long brown hair, pushing his face closer to your body. Groaning as Gale gagged around you, his firm hands gripped the backs of your thighs steadying himself.

You could feel yourself growing inside of Gale's mouth, the words you spoke were delivered in a huff, “Gale, that's good.”

Your hands pried the wizard off of you, tears littering his face as he stared up at you. You leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips before instructing him further, “Up.” 

Gale followed you at your words, standing to his feet, you squatted down, palming his er*ct*on through his trousers. His hands grabbed onto your forearms, “(Y/n) thats-”

You pulled down his purple trousers, his length popping forward. Gale tensed above you as you slipped your hand around it, pumping the dry er*ct*on roughly, “lay on your stomach for me?”

With your words you moved away, standing back as you watched Gale. He laid on his stomach propping up on his knees, his ass fully in the air, his buried his head in his face.

“Be quiet, my love, we don't want anyone to stir.”

Gale trembled beneath you at the thought of being out around people during this intimate scene. While he would have truly enjoyed a more private setting, to Gale him getting to be this close to you was enough to see past his fear.

Gale nodded, almost buzzing in excitement, “Yes.” 

Moving behind Gale you gently pushed into him, stopping half way and stilling yourself. Gale huffed as he gripped onto the fabric beneath him, “damn-!”

When Gale had felt he was ready, he gave the ground a small tap, “I think I'm ready.

You moved out of Gale watching as he squirmed beneath your slow movements. You moved back into him, stopping half way again and pulling out. This movement continued, once your stomach tightened you forgot that rhythm.

Moving each time faster and deeper, it didn't take Gale long to writhe beneath you, moving his hips against your own. His hands buried in his face, the small sounds of his gasps and groans leaked through. 

You shushed Gale, biting onto his neck to hide your own moans. Gale snaked a hand down to pleasure himself while you worked behind him, roughly f*ck*ng into him, Strings of swears leaked from his mouth.

It wasn't long before Gale's hips stuttered back and forth, soon orgasming into his hand. Your grip tightened on his hips as you rocked against him, Gale cried out from the overstimulation creeping up.

A few more thrusts and your sloppy attempt at chasing your climax fill Gale thoroughly, groaning and moving against you when he felt the warm feeling. You pulled out grunted slightly as you fell to lay beside the wizard, looking up at the stars.

“Thank you, (y/n) and sorry.” 

“No, Gale I need no apologies. It was nice being close to someone again.”

“May haps we could do it again sometime…” Gale said, turning onto his back.

[jazeerajin]

Some things never change

[thebawdybaldurian]

Professor Gale Breeds His Wife

I don’t know why I, a child-free, uterus-free gal am on a breeding kick, but I guess my one ovary is doing something to me. 👀

Content and Warnings: female tiefling x male human. Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral and PIV sex, Mage Hand to assist impregnation.

No edits so excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes

Syma knocked politely on the door, curious as to why it was shut. Professor Dekarios was known as an ‘open-door’ instructor, always available for questions or just a chat about magic. “Come in,” she heard an exasperated sigh from the other side of the door. Her tail swished excitedly as she turned the handle. His furrowed brow softened a little at the sight of his wife. His desk was covered in a slew of papers that needed to be graded, as well as quarterly reviews of all the students’ progress. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a half-eaten sandwich shoved to the side.

“Syma, my dear, this is an unexpected surprise,” he walked around his desk to greet her with a kiss.

“You look busy…” she ran her finger across his brow. “And stressed.”

“Oh you know this time of year,” he sighed. “Student reviews, along with the papers from my Evocation course, budget sheets for the month…not to mention everything at home.”

“It will happen in time, my love, I promise,” she ran her hand across her belly, her skin completely naked underneath the wrap dress she wore. “In fact,” she untied the side and pulled the dress open. “That’s why I’m here.”

Gale let out a loud gulp, looking her over. She was completely nude aside from some thigh-high stockings. She’d been wearing them more often to keep her blood circulating better and increase their chances of pregnancy. “My basal temperature is ideal right now,” she purred, letting her hand cup his balls. She kissed him again, his fingers gently sliding between her lips to test himself.

“You are indeed,” he moaned, his lips still pressed close to hers.

She shut the door with her tail and locked it before slipping her dress off completely. Gale slid all the papers to one side, clearing a space on the desk of them. Syma fell to her knees, reaching up to undo his pants and put her mouth around his cock straight away. She pulled them completely off after removing his shoes, but didn’t bother to remove to remove his socks or garters. She gave one of them a playful snap before setting her tongue to getting him hard as soon as possible. It didn’t taste long for her to taste his pre-cum. She seemed content to suck him for a bit, but he gently pulled her face away with her horns, looking desperately at her. “There’s sperm even it that,” he groaned, picking up her hips. “Let’s not waste a drop.”

It took only moments for him to slip inside her, his glasses slipping down a bit as he eagerly thrust into her. He hugged her close, wanting this to feel as intimate as possible despite their analytical nitpicking trying to conceive. “Mmmm yeah, Gale, just like that,” she moaned into his shoulder. “Get that cock deep inside.”

He shifted a little, hooking the back of her knee with the top of his thigh and firmly planting his foot on the desk so he could penetrate her deeper. She moaned even louder, his hard thrusts vibrating against her clit and driving her closer to climax. “Oh…hhhhnnn…Gale,” she cried into his neck, her legs kicking wildly as she came.

“Mmmmmphhh, my love, I’m so close,” he groaned.

He shifted again, climbing completely onto the desk so he could lay her down and tilt her hips up at the ideal angle to hold his seed. He pounded her for a few more thrusts before spilling inside her, moaning loudly. They slowed their breaths together, smiling warmly at each other. She held her knees up, supine, in the ideal position for impregnation. “Now don’t move a muscle,” he whispered softly, conjuring a Mage Hand. He slipped his cock carefully out of her, using the Mage Hand to plug her back up and keep his cum inside her.

“How long do you want to stay…uhhhh, stay like this?” She gasped as the Mage Hand began to stimulate her clit.

“Each contraction of your climaxes will help…so until I’m finished with these papers,” he grinned widely.