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sorceresssundries · 2 months ago

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Lilac and Gold

Pairing: FemaleTav/Halsin

Warnings: Smut, pegging, anal sex, rimming.

Word Count: 4.5k

Some smut with feelings! Halsin deserves to get pegged.

A birthday gift for the wonderful @mercymaker.

“I don’t think being kind comes naturally to me,” Maleane whispered, her voice tinged with quiet shame as she gently bundled Thoriel in thick, woollen blankets, preparing the little one for the colder nights to come in the nursery they had made for her.

Halsin, standing nearby, glanced at her with that steady gaze that saw through every wall she had ever put up. “And yet, you are,” he said, warm and sure, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world. He had a way of stating things so simply, so matter-of-fact, that they felt undeniable.

“You are trying, and that is enough” There was never any pretence with him—no words spun from too-sweet sugar, no thorns disguised as rose stems. He spoke plainly, and in his words, there was only truth.

The nights are getting longer. Thoriel is teething. The town of Reithwin thrives. You are kind, and strong, and wanted.

In his simplicity, everything seemed so clear, as if kindness was as fundamental to her as the changing seasons or the rise of the sun.

The world turns. The sky is blue. She is kind, and strong, and wanted.

Halsin made her better, in ways she never thought possible. Not perfect, her wounds were too deep for that. But he made her feel safe and loved. He didn’t try to fix her; he simply accepted her as she was, flaws and all.

The warmth of Halsin was always meant to be shared, and she was lucky enough to be welcome and safe in the blazing hearth of his heart.

Maleane wanted to do something for him. She noticed the tired lines etched at the corners of his eyes, the way his movements seemed just a little slower these days. Halsin would never admit to being weary - his sense of duty was too great, his heart too full of love for her, for Thoriel, and for the town of Reithwin. The town had flourished under his care, transforming from a place of shadows and sorrow into a thriving haven of hope and light. People looked to him for guidance, strength, and healing.

But Maleane saw what others missed. He never stopped to care for himself. The moments he used to cherish—smoking his pipe under the shade of the willow tree, the quiet solitude of sketching the creatures of the forest in his well-worn pad—had grown scarce. She missed seeing the peace in his eyes when he could steal away to the wilderness, even if only for a while. He deserved more. He deserved to lean on someone without the fear of crushing them, to let go.

Even the mightiest trees needed a break from the sun, and to have their bark softened by the touch of rain.

And what was she? if not built of moonlight and stormwater.

The next night, she had prepared everything carefully, making sure that Thoriel was settled with Arielle, and the rest of the village would not disturb them. Halsin had given her so much; she would give what little she could in return, and hope it would be enough.

As dusk settled over Reithwin, staining the sky ink blue and swirling purple, Maleane approached Halsin where he stood at the edge of the village, standing sentinel as the chatter of the day settled into dreams and snores. His expression was calm, as it always was, but she could see the lines of fatigue in the corners of his eyes.

“You’re tired, love,” she said gently as she approached him from behind, slipping her arms around his middle, though her hands didn’t quite meet around his solid form. He didn’t respond with words, just turned slightly toward her and lifted one of her hands to his cheek, closing his eyes as he leaned into her touch. He hummed low, the sound vibrating through him, his shoulders dropping slightly.

“You can lean on me, you know,” she whispered.

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound low and warm. “Lean on you, little one?” He smiled down at her, the amusement in his eyes momentarily chasing away the fatigue. “I’d crush you.”

She gave him a playful nudge, shaking her head. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think it comes naturally to me,” he admitted.

“Just try. That’s enough.” She pushed herself up onto the balls of her feet so she could kiss him. Softly. The fullness of her dark lips finding the thin smile of his. His fingers were large and calloused from centuries of hard work, but they may as well have been wrapped in satin for how softly he touched her jaw. His other hand found her waist, and he pulled her against him, and a familiar rumble left his chest as their tongues met and her grip tightened on him, then all too quickly for his liking, she pulled away. Her lilac eyes half-lidded and sparkling.

“Come on, I have something for you.”

They strolled through the forest, hands entwined. leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, and Maleane led him to a small clearing, where the trees parted just enough to allow a view of the starlit sky.

Before them lay a hot spring, its waters warm and inviting, steam rising gently into the cool night air. The surface shimmered under the soft glow of floating lanterns, which bobbed lazily above the water like glowing fireflies. Each one was enchanted, and their golden light rippled on the water’s surface and danced along the rocks. The whole place was soft and golden and dreamlike.

Maleane had decorated the edges of the spring with wild blooms of lavender and sage, and set a simple arrangement of food on a flat, smooth rock. Freshly baked bread, still warm, sat next to a bowl of ripe berries and crisp apples. A small jar of honey glistened beside the fruits, the amber of it glowing in the lantern light.

She turned to Halsin, her lilac eyes catching golden flickers.

He was speechless and love-struck.

“Take this off,” she whispered with playful authority, tugging lightly at the hem of his tunic, her fingers brushing against his waist. Her heart raced a little as she touched him, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Halsin raised a brow, the shadow of a smile playing on his lips. He lifted his arms and allowed her to slide the fabric over his head. The simple motion made her breath catch as the shadows played along the outline of thick muscles that rippled beneath his tanned and scarred skin. He was beautiful.

Once he was completely naked, Maleane gently urged him toward the water. A sigh escaped him as he melted into it. As the water lapped softly at his skin, Maleane slipped in behind him. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she positioned herself at his back, her thighs on either side of his hips. Halsin leaned back slightly, his broad shoulders brushing against her as he settled.

“What did I ever do to deserve you, my heart?” Halsin’s voice was thick with affection. One of his hands found her leg beneath the water, his rough fingers gently caressing the curve of her calf.

His words were a warm and needed cloak which draped and swaddled her. She rested her chin on his shoulder, her lips grazing his skin as she whispered back, “You deserve far more than I could ever give.”

From the side of the spring, she reached for a small vial of oil she had prepared earlier. The liquid was fragrant with a blend of herbs—lavender, rosemary, and a hint of chamomile—and she poured a small amount into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it before resting them on his shoulders.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they worked into the knots in Halsin’s muscles. As her hands moved, slick and gliding over the broad expanse of his back, her confidence wavered.

Her pale, spindly fingers, once so deft at slipping coins from pockets and spinning blades in the shadows, seemed out of place. These were not the hands of a healer, she thought with a pang of self-doubt. They were the hands of a thief and a killer, hands that crackled with the raw power of storm magic, not tenderness. How could they possibly be soft or skilled enough to ease the burdens of someone like him.

Her rhythm faltered. She eased up, fearful of pressing too hard, of doing more harm than good. What if she added to the strain instead of relieving it? Her fingers hesitated.

Before she could pull away completely, Halsin took apart the silence. “I won’t break, my love.” He didn’t turn to look at her, but there was no need. “You feel wonderful,” he murmured softly. “Please, don’t stop.”

Taking a deep breath, Maleane pressed her hands more firmly into his back, her fingers sinking deeper into the tense muscles. She felt the hard knots of tension and focused on working them out, letting her hands do what they could. As her confidence grew, her touch became more purposeful, and she found her rhythm again. The warmth of the oil and the heat of the spring worked with her, loosening the tightness in his shoulders and neck.

Halsin was quiet for a long time, simply allowing himself to be tended to, his breaths deep and even as her hands worked a different kind of magic. She moved with intention, her fingers lingering on the spots she knew were always the most tense - his lower back, his shoulders, the thick muscles at the base of his neck. A soft smile curved her lips as she continued the gentle rhythm of her hands.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep, you great bear” Maleane teased, nipping playfully at his earlobe. Halsin’s eyes fluttered open, a low, rumbling chuckle escaped him and without a word, he turned, his large hands sliding down to grasp her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, startled, but quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood, carrying her out of the spring with an ease that made her head spin.

Water cascaded from his body in rivulets, catching the moonlight as it fell, while steam rose from his skin in delicate spirals, as if he were made of fire. She clung to him, laughing breathlessly, and through the slick warmth of the water between them, she felt him—hard and ready, pressed against her.

Before she could form another teasing remark, his mouth found hers, claiming her in a kiss that was hungry and urgent. His lips were firm, and his tongue swept across hers as her fingers tangled in his damp hair.

Maleane had never felt more alive than when she was with Halsin. His touch bloomed her like the spring. The vines of her heart, which she often thought rotted and curled into nothing but husks where fruit had once ripened and died, were all of a sudden green again. Lush. Halsin’s devotion held the power to bring life and joy to the very soil, and it was the same with her. He had seen the best of nature, the full beauty and bounty of the world around him. And he looked at her as though all of it paled in comparison.

She was his heart, and he was hers.

But, the intimacy they both desired didn’t come easily. Halsin’s sheer size had made it difficult - overwhelming for her smaller frame. The first time they’d tried, he’d been everything she could have asked for: gentle, patient, his every touch careful and soft. Yet even with all that care, the discomfort had quickly become too much. Time and again, they had tried, searching for different ways to make it work, but the result was always the same. His body was simply too large for hers to fully accommodate. And though they had found other ways to explore each other - through hands, tongues, hot caresses - it was never enough. No matter how much satisfaction they brought each other, that unfulfilled hunger remained, gnawing at the edges of her mind. She wanted more.

“Before you get carried away, I have a gift for you.” she murmured.

Halsin groaned into the crease of her neck, she knew if she didn’t stop him now he would kiss his way down her body and settle his devoted tongue into the sweet warmth of her cunt, and then all her thoughts would be pulled apart and lost.

“I don’t need more gifts, my heart. You have spoiled me. Let me spoil you in return.”

The pad of his thumb rubbed her waist, in slow mesmerising circles.

“I promise, this will be worth it.” She said with a sly little smirk.

As the heat of the moment simmered, she leaned over to reach for a box wrapped delicately in a lilac ribbon. The wood was finely carved, etched with intricate patterns of vines and leaves. She handed it to him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Something special for tonight,” she whispered, her voice bubbling with an unmistakable edge of mischief.

Halsin's eyes, still hazy with pleasure, widened with curiosity as he untied the ribbon and carefully lifted the lid. Inside, nestled on velvet cloth, was a beautifully crafted wooden sex toy. A phallus, not as large as his, with a sturdy leather harness. Designed for Maleane’s petite figure. Maleane had taken great care in selecting it, ensuring it was as much a work of art as it was a tool for their pleasure.

His gaze lifted to hers, as he took it in his hands, feeling the weight of it in his palm.

“My heart, I must say…” He sighed as he studied it. “I am a little offended.”

Her heart sank, the sudden realisation striking her like a thunderclap. She had misread the situation. Of course she had. Acts of generosity, of attuning to what others truly needed, did not come naturally to her. Of course she would get it wrong. Panic surged through her, and her eyes widened as they met his - the colour of a long and love-filled summer slipping into a comfortable autumn.

“Did somebody else whittle this for you?” He admonished, with faux-hurt.

She burst into a rare, full grin—one of those grins she thought she had long forgotten how to wear. “I may not be the most considerate person,” she replied, “but even I thought it was a bit much to ask you to carve your own sex toy.”

He laughed, low and loose, and it moved her like music. “Why do you think I learned the skill in the first place?” he teased.

Halsin’s large hands took the harness with surprising delicacy. Maleane couldn’t help but smile as he examined the intricate design, his fingers tracing over the sturdy leather straps and polished wooden attachment. He looked at her with a soft, playful smile that made her heart dance.

“Let’s see how this fits, shall we?”

Maleane stood before him and held her breath as Halsin knelt and began fastening the straps around her waist. His movements were careful, but his large fingers struggled with the smaller buckles. After a moment of fumbling, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“This is a little more fiddly than the ones I'm used to.” he murmured.

Maleane grinned down at him, “The mighty archdruid, stumped by a wooden phallus” she teased, biting her lip to suppress a laugh.

“It seems even the wilds did not prepare me for this challenge,” he said, finally managing to slip the last strap into place. He stood up and admired his work, his expression one of playful triumph as he adjusted the fit slightly.

“I think we’ve done it,” she said, giving a small experimental thrust of her hips, the equipment now securely in place. They both laughed as the movement caught Halsin by surprise, his eyes twinkling.

“Perfect,” He reached out, his hands resting gently on her hips as he looked into her eyes, and the laughter faded as he kissed her. Slow and deliberate.

His hands slipped down to her thighs, squeezing gently as he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers once more. The kiss was urgent now. Maleane’s hands found his hair, fingers threading through the strands and braids as she tugged him closer.

Halsin’s hands roamed over her. Each scar and stretch mark and imperfection a treasure he wanted to feel under his fingertips. He grazed the straps of the harness, tracing the lines of the leather as it wrapped around her hips and thighs. The sensation of calloused hands against sensitive skin sent a shiver through her, and she pressed her hips against his, feeling the hardness of him beneath her. The wooden shaft of the strap-on nudged against his lower abdomen, and Maleane’s breath hitched as she ground against him, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure through her own body despite the toy being designed for him.

Halsin growled softly, his hands tightening on her thighs as he lifted her slightly, adjusting their position so that the tip of the wooden toy brushed against him. His lips found her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin as his hands roamed over her backside, pulling her closer, urging her on.

Maleane’s heart raced, her body thrumming with desire as she felt him give himself over to her, his control slipping. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her lips finding his again in a hungry, desperate kiss, her hips grinding against him with increasing intensity.

Halsin moaned into her mouth, his hands guiding her movements as she rolled against him.

“I’m going to need you to lie down for me, on your stomach.” Her voice was lower than he’d ever heard it, lust-soaked and wanton. “Raise your hips.”

Halsin compiled and Maleane couldn’t help the little thrill that ran through her as she took in the sight of him. The lean, powerful legs, the muscles of his shoulders and dip of his lower back. He was strength and beauty. He was hers.

Usually when she took charge, it was out of necessity. She had to be in control, so he could be certain he wouldn’t hurt her, and he trusted she would stop if it became too much. Which, unfortunately, was too often for Maleane’s liking.

But now, she was in charge because she wanted to be.

His body stretched out before her like a meal before the starved. She could feel the heat between her thighs, the frustration of nights spent wanting him to take her fully, without restraint. But tonight, things were different. She was in control. The thought sent a heady rush through her as she settled between his legs, her fingers trailing lightly down his spine. Halsin shivered under her touch, letting out a soft sigh that made Maleane’s own arousal pulse. The sight of his body responding to her, the way he tensed and relaxed under her hands, was magical.

“So eager,” she murmured, her voice low, hungry. Her hands skimmed across his firm ass, feeling the solid muscle beneath her palms. She leaned down, her breath hot against his skin as she tongued and bit at his cheeks.

Halsin groaned, glancing back over his shoulder, his expression already dazed. The wildness in him, that primal side she knew he fought so hard to keep in check, flickered in his eyes, but went nowhere. He was not in charge, she was.

“Gods” he gasped, his voice strained.

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile, the power of seeing him unravel beneath her touch sending a fresh surge of arousal through her. She continued teasing him with wet kisses. Halsin’s deep moans filled the night, his hips grinding involuntarily against the ground, the friction making him twitch and gasp.

Maleane’s heart raced. His submission, his willingness to let her take control, driving her mad with lust. She wanted more - wanted to see him bow and arch for her, to hear his rough, needy pleas.

She parted his legs a little wider, exposing him fully to her. The sight of him, so strong and spread bare, so vulnerable and trusting, made her mouth dry and cunt wet. She dipped her head, her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin between his thighs.

“I want to make you feel good” she ran her tongue up in a long, deliberate lick, from his balls to the edge of his entrance.

“Maleane—” his voice was the crackle and spit of a hungry fire.

She smirked, satisfied by his reaction, and repeated the motion, each wet flick of her tongue making him shudder and gasp beneath her. His desperation was palpable now, his restraint slipping as she worked him over with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. The way his body trembled, the way he clenched and relaxed with each teasing lick, made Maleane’s own need burn hotter.

“Please,” he rasped, the word barely coherent through his ragged breaths.

Her breath hitched at the sound of him begging, that deep voice usually so controlled now raw with need. She slid her tongue inside him, pressing it against his tight hole, savouring the way he trembled and moaned. She revelled in every reaction. She wanted to push him past his limits, to make him forget everything except her. Except this.

She sat up and dipped her fingers in the oil until they were well-slicked. Slick enough to slide effortlessly between Halsin's muscular cheeks. She ran the tip of her finger lightly over his entrance, savouring the shudder that rippled through his broad frame. His responsiveness was addictive - this powerful, unbreakable man, surrendering so completely to her touch. The control she held over him made her head spin.

Slowly, she pressed a finger inside, feeling the initial resistance give way as Halsin relaxed into her. His deep groan reverberated through the still night air. She moved with gentle precision, coaxing him open inch by inch, her touch slow and deliberate, as she prepared him for what was to come. His breathing became ragged, his massive chest rising and falling heavily as he succumbed to her rhythm.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration and lust. "So beautiful."

Halsin rolled his hips into the ground at her words, his need and her praise sending him spiralling deeper into submission. She added a second finger, feeling the tight heat of him yield as she worked him open further. His fists clenched above his head, the thick leather band around his bicep straining under the tension. Good, she thought. Let it break. Let him come undone, completely untethered, in her hands.

With two fingers inside him, Maleane curled them slightly, searching for that perfect spot that would make him tremble. It didn’t take long. Halsin let out a low growl, his body tensing, as she hit that sensitive place deep within him. His hips jerked involuntarily, pleasure crashing through him like a wave. Maleane smiled, revelling in his reaction as she made a scissoring motion with her fingers, stretching him slowly but steadily, making sure he was ready to take her. She withdrew her fingers and poured a liberal amount of the oil on the wooden cock between her legs.

“I want to see your face.”

Halsin complied, rolling over and spreading his legs for her. Maleane’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him - his strong, muscled body trembling, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. His pupils blown and face flushed. She licked her lips, her own desire burning hotter as she positioned herself between his thighs. He steadied for a moment, and crooked one of his fingers under her chin to raise her eyes to his. The meeting of lilac and gold.

“I love you, Maleane.”

As though there was any doubt.

The head of the dildo pressed against his entrance, and Maleane felt her own body tense in anticipation. Slowly, she pushed forward, watching as Halsin’s eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open in a silent moan as she slid inside him. The heat of his body, the way he stretched around her, made it difficult to be slow, to be gentle.

Maleane had never felt more powerful, towering over Halsin, watching the mighty druid reduced to soft gasps beneath her, completely surrendered. His body, all muscle and raw power, yielded to her every touch, every thrust. The man who could command the very forces of nature, who had spent centuries mastering control over the wilds, was utterly at her mercy. And she delighted in it. With every moan that escaped his lips, she felt her own dominance swell, like she could conquer the world if she wanted to. But right now, her world was Halsin, and there was nothing more powerful than knowing she could undo him completely.

“Look at me,” she growled, her voice rough with need as she thrust deeper. His eyes opened, filled with pure, desperate pleasure.

Maleane could sense the difference in him tonight - the way his usual battle between man and beast seemed almost at peace beneath her touch. It was as though she had tamed that wild part of him, her dominance overtaking his. The way his massive frame trembled beneath her, the way he moaned and writhed as she fucked him, made her feel feral, ravenous. He was soft and pliant under her, while she was the one barely holding back the savage need to take him harder, faster, until nothing else existed but the feel of him breaking beneath her.

Maleane’s hips snapped forward, setting a hard, punishing rhythm as she fucked him, her body trembling with the power of it. “Let go, Halsin” she demanded, her hand sliding down to grip his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts.

Halsin’s head fell back with a broken moan, his hips bucking wildly against her as she pushed him over the edge. His body tensed, his cock pulsing in her hand as he came with a strangled shout of her name, spilling onto his stomach. Maleane watched him, her heart pounding as his release wracked through him, her own satisfaction swelling as she saw him finally let go, fully and completely beneath her.

The rest of their evening was spent touching and talking, the way lovers who can laugh and struggle and trust together do. There were more orgasms, for both of them. Food and snoozing and bad jokes and so much love.

Halsin’s eyes were a little bit brighter, Maleane’s more hopeful.

She had been kind, and he had leant on her.

They were trying, and it was enough.

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mercymaker · 4 months ago

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the honey inside your hive - Halsin x Tav fic

Rating: E

Pairing: Halsin x female Tav

Word count: 2,4k

Content: smut, established relationship, post-game, drow tav, intercrural sex, oral, (sorta) size kink.

Summary: Halsin, unsurprisingly, is a bit too much for his lover to handle. However, the Hero of Baldur's Gate is nothing if not resourceful and finds a way around this hurdle, leading to a night of intense pleasure...

Link to AO3.

It was a surge of desire that made Maleane pull the druid into her bed. The same desire that pushed her fingers to hastily undress him. And it was nothing else but unbridled desire slipping out of her lips in waves of sultry words and heated kisses.

Halsin was more than happy to follow her lead, quickly moving behind her as she lay on her side, looking over her shoulder with nothing but lust burning behind her pale purple eyes. And his kisses soon turned just as fiery, his touches just as hungry as hers. Mal guided his hand, pulling it first to her breast—allowing the druid’s fingers to linger there for just a moment—and then pushing it down between her legs so he could feel just how desperately aroused she was.

All that passion soon rushed her own hand, and as the drow pushed her back against his chest—bending over just slightly to expose herself to him and make the rest of her plan more than obvious—she grasped his erection and guided it right to her entrance.

Yet, no matter how much she wanted it, how much she craved to feel him deep inside her, his size proved to be simply too much for her to handle. Even when Halsin moved slowly, doing everything in his power not to lose control and succumb to his primal instincts, discomfort soon turned to pain and as the sharp bite pierced her core, Maleane lurched forward, her hand quickly grasping his hips and pushing the man away from her.

“No, wait,” she whimpered. “It’s too much.”

Trying to recover from the unpleasant sensation, the drow ceased trying to accommodate his girth, instead moving forward enough to break the fragile connection they’d both tried to foster.

It was more than just frustrating. It was almost infuriating just how unfair it all seemed; how she couldn’t wholly enjoy whatever little pleasures the life had offered her. Those moments of desire, of true passion were so rare to begin with, glimmering little rubies constantly slipping out of her grasp and right into an endless pit of darkness, to be drowned in waves of sadness and despair before Maleane could even seize them. And yet, when she did manage to pull them out of the dark waters, they seemed more fragile than her psyche, destined to crumble under any pressure, a single wrong move. And tonight seemed to only foretell a handful of red dust slipping past Mal’s fingers.

She felt the druid’s lips press softly against her shoulder, lingering there for a moment before moving away.

“Forgive me, my love.” Halsin’s voice was soft and breathy, yet she could sense the strain behind it as his lust refused to dissipate. “Shall I soothe you instead? Or do you wish to stop?”

Maleane didn’t want neither of those things. As much as she enjoyed the wood elf’s way of worshiping her in bed, tonight it wasn’t his tongue that the sorcerer truly desired.

She craved something feral, her hunger calling for a thing that was primal and untamed. Maleane wished to be taken and mounted and claimed, to feel the beast behind the druid’s every touch, to be overwhelmed both in body and mind.

“No, no… I want you,” the drow finally uttered, her gaze soon finding his as she peered past her shoulder. “I want you to let go a little. Tonight I want to be yours.”

Maleane leaned backwards to kiss him, the passion bubbling inside her belly finding its way to her tongue and pouring straight into Halsin’s mouth as he met her lips with his own. It was electric, the way Mal made him feel—all the restraint and control he had exhibited before chipping at the edges with her every touch.

“You want it as well, don’t you?” Maleane parted their lips for just a second, the druid’s sweet and salty taste lingering in her mouth.

He couldn’t help but smile in response, the answer to her question dangling on the edge of his tongue too obvious.

Of course, he wanted it. As he held the sorceress close, Halsin wished for nothing more than to have her, to let go of the thorny tangle in his mind that constantly dictated what to do and how to act. It was a call—as natural as the flowing rivers, as pure the flowers of the field unfurling their petals—one he craved to embrace with his very being.

And when Mal reached back behind her and wrapped her long fingers around his shaft, Halsin couldn’t help but grunt in response. All of her fiery kisses, the hungry touches that he’d received from her before they even had the chance to reach the bed were filling his glass to the brim, fogging his vision and numbing his mind. It was the added pressure from her hand that turned his last resolve into smoke in the wind.

Halsin pushed his hips forward, chasing the tight grip of her hand as his fingers greedily reached for the drow’s body, sinking into the soft flesh of her bottom with untamed yearning. No matter how close they were, how warm and soft Maleane’s skin felt under his grip, the druid wanted more. He felt like a bear holding a hive between his sharp claws, eager to tear it open just so he could taste the sweet honey inside. How could he resist such a temptation?

Instead, he tasted her lips once more, tongue searching for the sweetness inside her mouth. And yet, even that seemed like it wasn’t sufficient. Halsin craved her warmth, the delighted moans that roused in her throat when he pleased her, that enveloping feeling of closeness when he was inside her. Even when he moved his massive hand to her jaw—just so he could deepen their kiss, have her closer to him than before—it simply wasn’t enough.

“Mal, my heart, I want you,” the druid whispered, the strain and desperation behind his words unmistakable. “I need you.”

She felt a puff of hot air roll against the back of her neck as Halsin let out a low growl, and then, his fingers curled around her hips, nails digging into the gray skin with rising hunger. Despite her best attempts to satisfy his craving with her hand, Maleane sensed that her efforts were simply falling short against the increasing urge taking over the man’s body and mind.

“What if we tried this?” Mal asked, trying to draw the druid’s attention away from the lustful trance that was slowly consuming him.

As Halsin opened his eyes to look at Maleane, his gaze was met with a cheeky smile on her face before she turned away and hastily slid her hips backwards until her ass was pressed flush against his erection. Yet, instead of trying the same strategy as they had employed before, this time, the sorcerer had a different plan in her mind. She lifted her leg just enough to put her hand underneath it, so she could easily guide Halsin’s cock into the warm crevice between her dewy thighs. And once Mal could feel the stiffness of him pressing against her soft flesh, she closed her legs and pressed them together tightly, crossing her feet to create as much friction as possible. The drow dragged her fingers against the slimy surface of her tongue, licking the tips, leaving a dripping film of spit on them before she found his length again, gently massaging the head as it protruded from right underneath the spot where her legs met.

Maleane didn’t need to hear his words to know that her lover was more than satisfied with the idea, as Halsin immediately responded with another low rumble stirring in his chest and his hips jolted almost involuntarily, desperately seeking relief to all that pressure building up in his core. And soon, the elf’s movements grew sharper, the rolling of his hips becoming frenzied and erratic.

“Yes, love, yes. Let go, just like that…” Mal whispered as she turned her head to the side to face him.

Instead of meeting his hazel orbs, the drow witnessed a sweeter sight: the druid’s eyes shut tightly, brow furrowed, his upper teeth peeking through the small gap as he pressed them against the bottom lip. It was more than clear that the man was getting lost in the sensation, the intense pleasure that fucking her thighs was providing. He could finally allow himself to break free from all the restraint that he simply had to shackle himself with in order not to hurt his lover, yet the craving that had been locked behind it remained, growing with every touch, every kiss, every time Maleane offered him the sweet honey inside her hive.

Halsin couldn’t get enough of that sensation—how warm her skin felt against his, how delicious she tasted when he put his mouth on her, how pleasant her scent was when he inhaled—feeling as if his appetite grew deeper the more he’d tried to sate it. But this time, he didn’t have to resist it, instead leaning into that call and following his instinct, rolling his hips into her with fervor, losing himself in the saccharine warmth of her thighs.

The harder his thrusts grew, the more Halsin leaned into her, soon forcing Mal to put her hands on the bed as they both veered forward, his hairy chest almost pressing her into the sheets. The wood elf grasped her hips from underneath, pushing his fingers into the soft gray flesh as he pulled her closer, holding her lower body in place. It felt so warm and tight and good, the way her thighs enveloped his cock, how both of them were growing wet from all the pleasure and desire engulfing them like a flame.

He pressed his face into the curve of her neck, breathing her scent in as if it were an aphrodisiac, allowing himself to take and take and claim her, the way the animals of the forest would their mate.

It was exactly what Maleane craved tonight—to have the beast she knew had been hiding inside him all these months, to be overwhelmed by such desire, such ferocity—and Halsin was more than rewarding. As the druid angled her hips against his, the drow felt his length brush against her wet folds, sending a moan bursting right out of her mouth.

“Mmm, yes, Hal- Halsin…” Mal’s voice was shaky and uneven as the intensity of the act swiftly seized her body like a fist.

Every single sensation—from the way his body radiated heat to his hulking weight pressing her down into the bed to the slippery friction sending jolts of bliss up her body—was like a wave after a wave of pure thrill cascading against her very being, suffocating any tameless thoughts in her mind that threatened to pry that glittering ruby out of her hands.

And soon, Maleane heard yet another low growl slip past the druid’s teeth—the deep rumble in his chest sending vibrations through her pale gray back—as his fingers dug even deeper into the pliable flesh of her hips. She felt his heavy cock twitch between her thighs as Halsin spilled himself over her, the surge of seed dripping hot on her damp skin.

It only took a couple of moments for the druid to recover from his peak and right as he came back to his senses, the beast leapt out of their bed and the ever-considerate, gentle giant returned in its stead. As the bliss slowly dissipated from his body, Halsin shifted backwards, moving carefully to make sure that Mal wasn’t in any discomfort or pain.

For just a brief moment, he had truly lost himself in the pleasure and the freedom that his lover had so generously provided, that now he feared he’d truly crushed the honeycomb between his claws just to taste the sweet liquid inside.

And yet, when he carefully moved his hand to touch her face—to check up on her—Maleane turned her head back with a soft smile growing on her lips.

“Just what you needed, mm?” Mal smirked then, satisfied with the way she had managed to draw something entirely feral out of him.

Months ago such a prospect would have surely terrified her. Allowing this towering elf—who could easily break her spine into pieces without breaking a sweat—let go of all that restraint, especially in bed, had seemed like an idea she would never accept. And yet, right now, the thought alone sent nothing but excitement through her body, causing her to bite her lip.

“More than that, my love,” Halsin replied.

Despite the usual softness that was so true to him returning, there was a certain breathlessness to his voice that betrayed the traces of desire that still lingered within him. He cupped her cheek and leaned in close to kiss her, as if to thank her for giving him such a sweet treat that he’d never even dared to ask for.

“I made such a mess of you,” he continued, his hand moving to the side of her thigh, where streaks of wetness glistened like golden chains in the flickering candlelight. “Let me take care of that.”

Seeing where his attention was moving, Mal chuckled in agreement, pleased to to find out that she was getting her own sweet treat after already enjoying a bountiful meal.

As Halsin moved between her legs, Maleane lay down on her back, shoving one of the few pillows underneath her head and getting comfortable as his hands pushed her thighs apart. He moved slowly—with patience that had seemed to not exist in his arsenal just a few minutes ago—placing his lips in the middle of her gray thigh, kissing a line up with eagerness, tongue gliding against the wetness as if he was tasting fresh honey.

Mal closed her eyes, the comfort of knowing exactly what was in store for her covering her like the softest silk cloak. And as the druid’s tongue pushed her folds apart with nothing but devotion dancing at its tip, Maleane was sure that no matter what sort of beast she could unleash in their shared bed, there was enough trust between them to ensure that he could never truly harm her. Not with the way he was touching her now, not with the way his mouth was soothing whatever traces of past discomfort he had given her.

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