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puggnugget · 1 day ago

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The Circus

Part Fourteen

Warning: Explicit, mature themes, 18 & Over

Word Count: 2,084

Writers Notes: Dinner is served, enjoy.

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"Oh. My. Gods. Ohmygods!" Karlach roared with glee at the sight of the circus, tugging at Astarion's arm.

"Can we go, pleeease? It's been ages since I've been to a circus!" She pleaded.

"Why are you asking me? I'm not your keeper," Astarion retorted with a soft chuckle as he pulled his arm from her grasp.

Karlach spun around to face you and Gale, clasping her hands together as she knelt before you.

"Pretty please, mom and dad?" Karlach jested as she begged.

"I'm certain there are far more pressing matters at hand, like.. oh, I don't know.. the end of the world, perhaps?" Gale quipped, shaking his head.

You nudged at his side gently, a fool for Karlach's attempt at pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Surely we can spare an hour at most?" You protested on Karlach's behalf, forcing your bottom lip to protrude in an exaggerated manner to feign pouting.

Gale and Astarion exchanged glances briefly, if they were to turn you and Karlach down they were well aware they'd never hear the end of it.

"Fine, no more than an hour," Gale relented as he exhaled deeply.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Karlach beamed as she scooped Astarion into her arms, running towards the gates of the circus.

"I'll never get over how she drags him around like a stuffed animal," Gale snorted, watching as Astarion squirmed relentlessly in her arms as he tried to escape.

You lifted off of your tippy toes as you gently pressed a kiss to Gale's cheek.

"Thank you Gale, I owe you," a coy smile parted your lips as your mind wandered, thinking of all the ways you'd like to repay him.

"Oh yes, you most certainly do," Gale laughed as his fingers laced with yours, leading you to the circus's entrance.

It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun cascaded over your body like a warm embrace - you had longed for its warmth every day you had spent in the Shadowfell. The circus buzzed with music and the excited chatter of passing patrons, the smell various rich, fried foods soaked the air around you. You breathed in deeply, almost forgetting the Absolute and your parasite had ever existed.

Karlach raced from booth to booth while she dragged Astarion along, wanting to experience everything the circus had to offer and more. Gale and you took your time as you strolled leisurely through the hustle and bustle, enjoying one another's company. He had managed to win you a small white teddy bear holding a red heart from one of the many booths that offered games.

"Did you use your magic to win?" You laughed softly as you hugged your prize to your chest.

"Perhaps. I mean all the games here are rigged anyways, might as well tilt the scales in my favor to win something for a beautiful lady." He whispered, his mouth parted into a sly smile.

A slight shudder crept up your spine as you observed him in the warm glow of the afternoon. Beautiful glossy strands of chestnut with flecks of silver framed his face. You began to wonder what a normal life would look like with him, where the two of you would end up after all had been said and done with the Absolute.

Your eyes scanned across the circus, noticing a spot laced with curtains tucked just behind the main stage. Quiet and secluded, away from prying eyes - your thoughts began to swirl as an idea took form in your mind. You tugged at Gale's arm, leading him to the secluded spot, ushering him in as you lifted a curtain.

"I don't think we're allowed back here-" You muffled Gale's words with the palm of your hand as you began to kiss his neck. Casting your stuffed bear to the side, your other hand wandered greedily down his chest as you began to undo buttons along the way. Licking and nipping at his exposed skin as you worked your way down.

"Tav, what if we get caught?" Gale mumbled nervously at the idea.

"That's half the fun," you teased as you propped yourself onto your knees before him, your eyes gliding upwards to meet his gaze.

He shuddered at the sight of you, anticipation clinging to the air as his length stiffened at the sensation of your hungry eyes trailing over him. Your hand began to trail along the outline of his shaft with teasing strokes, it throbbed underneath the weight of the fabric begging to be released. You both paused briefly as the sounds of chatter from outside passed by. A smile pulled at the edges of your mouth as a nervous shudder of energy caused you to tremble.

"Shall I stop?" You said in a coy tone as your fingers worked diligently to unbuckle his belt.

He shook his head quickly, heat crawling up his neck and circling in his cheeks. His eyes were brimming with a desire he could not deny himself. You pulled at the waist of his trousers and undergarments, one quick tug was enough to unleash his length as it sprang forth in excitement to greet you. The tip of its slit already dripping from the anticipation of your touch, it throbbed longingly as the heat of your breath caressed it gently.

Your eyes met his searing gaze, Gale was undressing you in his mind. He was already covering his mouth with the palm of his hand to muffle the sounds of his panting. One playful flick of your tongue traced the tip of his hardness, causing his knees to buckle slightly at the sensation. He bucked his hips lightly, a silent pleading for your lips to envelope him. You pulled back, a smug smile on your face as you reveled in his desperation for you.

"Not so fast, I want to savor you.." You whispered coyly.

Gale's eyes flicked to the small gap of the curtain, watching as unknowing silhouettes passed by.

You began to circle your tongue around his tip, lapping up his excitement as each flick increased with pressure. Gale would never admit it out loud, but he loved having his head teased - it was apparent in the way his length pulsed in response. Your tongue continued to swirl around him as you savored his taste.

He let out a soft grunt between the gaps of his fingers as his body began to shake, a faint glimmer of sweat beading at his temples as he fought to control himself. He watched you carefully through lidded eyes as the heat in his cheeks peaked at the tips of his ears. His groaning only served as encouragement as your lips parted, gently taking in the tip of his length as your tongue continued to trace its slit. The warmth of your mouth caused an electric pulse to dance up his spine, another gasp of pleasure escaping his fingers.

Your eyes locked onto one another's as you slowly worked your way down his length, almost succeeding in reaching it's base. His head prodded at the back of your throat, causing you to pull back as you breathed in sharply, releasing him.

"Too much to handle, my love?" he teased in a smug whisper, his voice muffled by his palm.

You let out a soft laugh, you were only getting started. You were determined to take all of him.

You parted your lips once again, enjoying the way his body twitched with every inch you took. Your head began to bob in a slow and steady rhythm, your tongue lashing against his skin playfully with every stroke. Each time you plunged downward, you attempted to take more of him with you.

Gale's body began to writhe as he struggled to contain his excitement, deep panting breaths laced with a low moan seeped through his fingers. His knees buckled again as you took more of him within your mouth, he could not pry his eyes from the sight of you. Saliva began to pool at the corners of your lips, dripping down and off of your chin as you quickened your pace. Your worship faltered for a brief moment at the unexpected prodding of your center. The cold touch of a mage hand slid your panties to the side as it began to trace your slick folds. You shuddered, determined to regain your composure.

You were dripping wet from all the excitement, there was no resistance when two fingers plunged into your depths. A shocked moan escaped the space between your lips and his length, causing both of you to pause for a moment as you glanced at the slight gap of the curtain. Satisfied that you had remained unnoticed thus far, you continued to bob your head as the mage hand's fingers matched your pace.

Gale was seeking dominance, looking for you to surrender yourself to the pleasure but you remained unyielding in your resolve. You braced yourself for the final hurdle, pushing yourself down towards the entirety of his base. It took a moment for your throat to adjust to the pressure as he slid his way down, your lips wrapped tightly around him.

Gale let out a sharp gasp as his body shook, his eyes widened in surprise at the sensation. Your gaze met his, proud of your accomplishment.

The mage hand worked hard at your hot and dripping center, two fingers became three as they curled towards the entrance of your womb. You couldn't hold your moans back, every plunge dragged them out of you as you hummed in ecstasy. The vibrations of your moans added an extra layer of pleasure for Gale, who did his best to stifle his groans.

Your hand curled around his, guiding it to the back of your head, wanting desperately for him to use you for his own pleasure. His fingers wove into your hair, grasping on tightly as he bucked his hips and pushed you downward simultaneously. A breath caught in your throat as he began to thrust, both of his hands guiding you in sync with his movements. Throwing caution to the wind, he could not deny the carnal impulse of filling you with his seed - no longer concerned about prying eyes.

You continued to hum deeply as the mage hand worked the very edges of your depths, teetering on release. The sound of Gale's panting and uncontrolled moans along with the wet slapping of skin filled the small space that hid you both from view. You looked up at Gale through lidded eyes, streaks of sweat trailing down his jaw, his eyes dark and burning with intense desire. The sight of him was enough to be your undoing, a warm, electric pulse coursed through your body as you writhed in ecstasy. Your moans brimming with lust, muffled by his length plunging into the back of your throat.

He bucked his hips hard one last time as he was pushed over the edge. His length throbbed with every eager spurt as he coated your tongue with his hot seed, your name poured from his lips like honey as he shuddered. He held you there for a moment, ensuring you milked every last drop of him, before finally pulling back. He removed his length, glossy and wet, casting his gaze down at you. Makeup streaked your cheeks, you locked eyes with Gale as you carefully opened your mouth, allowing him to see how his seed pooled at the center of your tongue. He smirked proudly at the mess he had made of you. You pressed your lips together, swallowing hard.

Gale helped you to your feet, planting a kiss on your forehead as you assisted him in adjusting his trousers. Once both of you had cleaned up and deemed yourselves decent, you exited from behind the curtain to rejoin the festivities.

"The both of you are worse than a pair of gremishka in heat," Astarion rolled his eyes as he folded his arms.

"I've no idea what you mean, Astarion," Gale chuckled nervously as he feigned ignorance.

"Oh please, when the both of you are out of sight for more than ten minutes that can only mean one thing!" Astarion wagged his finger in your face as if he were scolding you.

"Where's Karlach?" You asked, scanning the circus.

"Gave her the slip," Astarion smiled proudly.

Gale pointed behind him, attempting to stifle a laugh.

"Astarion! There you are, come and have a look at what I found!" Karlach yelled from across a crowd of people, prompting Astarion to dash away.

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senualothbrok · 5 months ago

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A Tight Fit

Summary: You and Gale are trapped in a locked room, with no space to move. Inspired by @daisyofwaterdeep 's juicy post which I just couldn't resist writing about.

Set early in Act 1, before the tiefling party. Featuring matchmaker Karlach and chaos gremlin Astarion.

Disclaimers: 18+. Mildly smutty. Gale x female Tav/reader.

Word count: 1k

AO3 link

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“Well, this is a tight fit, isn't it.”

Crushed between the wall and Gale's heaving frame, you cannot avoid his warm breath on your cheek. You speak into his beard, desperate for space.

“Serves me right, for wandering straight through every door I see.”

Gale's chest is flush against yours. His arms flinch in an awkward attempt to avoid your waist and rear. Your own hands are fatefully sandwiched between your bodies. You curl them into yourself, trying frantically to ignore the groove of his groin.

It is not that you have not imagined how it would feel. In the darkness, you have wondered about the taste of Gale's touch, the lilt of those lithe fingers. But only for fleeting moments, sheepish and stolen. You are almost strangers, after all, fledgling friends. And never beyond your wildest dreams would you have imagined this, much less wished for it.

“Your curiosity is one of your most a-door-able traits.” You can feel his smirk on your skin. “One might even say it's the key to your success.

Your groan is muffled amongst his hair. “I'm glad to see being trapped in a coffin with me brings out your comedic genius.”

“Just getting a handle on the situation.”

Despite the levity, each word of his seems more choked. His ribs jostle against yours. You are surprised by the lean edges of his frame, the force of muscle beneath his robe. As if he senses your attention, he swallows, his eyes darting around you in a frenzy.

You grunt as you manage to wrench one hand free, only to realise in horror that it is cupping the curve of his ass. You cannot help but notice how firm it is. How full. When he jerks at the contact, his leg wedges between yours. Your hand dangles ominously below his hipbone.

“Sorry!” He fumbles, his features twisting. “Sorry. Gods, I'm sorry–”

“Karlach?” you cry. “Astarion? Are you out there?”

The responding thump on the door rocks the entire room. Gale's thigh spasms into yours. He winces sharply.

“Can you get us out please?” Gale blurts. “Now?”

“Hang on, soldiers.” Karlach sounds annoyingly relaxed, even chipper. “The door locked behind you, and we don't have the key. We can't break it down either, tough bastard.”

“Oh look.” The glee in Astarion’s voice is undeniable. “We've run out of lockpicks. Best go hunt for some more.”

You try and fail to punch the door. A flush has spread from Gale's neck to his cheeks. His blushed earlobe hovers just before your mouth. You can feel his heat on your skin, the rasp of his stubble.

“Hurry up,” he pleads. “Please.”

Gale clears his throat. As he shifts and fidgets, the taut muscles of his chest rub against your breasts. His juddering breaths are hot against your ear, and you are mortified by the ripple through your core, the peaking of your nipples. He wriggles his leg, trying in vain to move it out of the range of danger. But his knee grinds into you instead. You chew your lip.

“This is simply” – he stammers, his throat bobbing – “This is most– I'm terribly sorry–”

He trails off, burbling incoherently. You have never seen Gale so out of sorts. As you writhe clumsily against each other, sweat beads on his brow. You can smell the bittersweet tang of it, layered within the fog of sandalwood and leather, book dust and soap. You wonder if he feels as dizzy as you do. You no longer think it is from the lack of air in the room.

“I should be sorry,” you manage. “I haven't bathed for a week.”

You were hoping for a chuckle, a break in the stiffness between you. But instead, there is a glimmer on Gale's chest. A faint stain of indigo flashes and then deepens. He is glowing. You stare at his blazing orb scar in alarm.

“Gale…”

Gale is coughing. Sputtering. As he twists, pointlessly seeking escape, you feel an unmistakable hardness against your hand. Your eyes widen. Clasped between your hips and his, jerking your hand away only nestles it further in. Your fingers bear down against his bulge.

Gale's eyelids flutter. He bites his lip.

“Stop moving,” he chokes, pained. “Please stop moving.”

For a moment, you do. Your chests rise and fall against each other’s. Strands of his hair drift over your face as you meet his gaze. His lips are swollen red, parted as he pants.

You are acutely aware of the point of his knee. It surges, ever so slightly, against your cleft. His eyes are dark and desperate, like you have never seen before. You are drunk on the rhythm of his leg, trembling against the pulse of your desire. You stifle a gasp, your nerves unravelling, his breaths catching as you quiver into him. Your fingers move of their own accord, following the thrumming of his need, flickering along his throbbing length.

He moans. You feel it like a wet hot flare through you, his searching mouth lingering over yours.

“Please,” he whispers.

His hardness twitches towards your touch as you grind against each other. He is groaning, grunting, and you can taste the salt and sweetness of his breath as his nose grazes yours and your lips open to his…

You tumble backwards as the door swings open, crashing hard against the ground. You lie there for a while, swollen, dazed. Karlach and Astarion loom above you with triumphant grins.

“Look at you, all flushed and breathless.” Astarion’s fangs flash.

Karlach pulls you up with a flourish. “It's a good job you didn't pass out.” She beams.

Stumbling, burning, you look back into the room. You have a brief glimpse of a tented robe, a guttering purple glow, before Gale lurches away, shutting the door behind him.

“I think he needs a minute,” Astarion chortles.

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