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Lavender Haze

Premise: Part 2 to "A Practised Tongue". We pick up right where we left off, where Gale finally gets to let loose 🍆💦

• Gale x afab!reader • M rating •

Part 2, round two, that slutty dress, PinV, dressing table sex, mirror doggy sex, desperation, almost premature, self doubt, embarrassment, worry, soothing, dirty talk, say my name, cumming together, cum-swapping if you squint? round three..?

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Shout-out to @foxtatodreams for this gorgeously intimate picture of our Rizzard and her Druid Tav Shoko! 🤤🫠

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Gale's pupils pulsed at your words, a desperate determination descending over his face. The light in his chest shimmering lavender light on your form.

As quick as his human knees would allow, he crawls up the dresser and finally kisses your mouth.

You can taste the sweetness and salt of yourself on his lips, smell the sweat on his brow.

The kiss was passionate, with threatening need; gasping breaths and grazing teeth.

You took no time in finally freeing the beast from it's cage, untying his belt and making short work of the buttons latching it in. You can feel how painfully hard he must be through the fabric, a telltale patch of viscous wetness compounding the fact.

His thick, long cock jutts from his underwear, crowned in brown curls, the engorged head glistening from the gratuitous amount of precum he'd produced. It flips your stomach how aroused eating you out had made him.

He moans against your lips, lifting wisps of your hair with his hot breath, "Yesss." He groans against your cheek, hissing the word through his teeth.

You shallowly pump his head between your first three fingers, his hips jerk into the sensation. A shuddering groan vibrates in the shell of your ear.

You complete the fist and begin rolling your wrist, pumping his veined shaft; he sucks in a breath though his tensed jaw and barks out a hollow call.

He clamps his hands onto your hips, enough to pleasantly bruise. You instinctually widen your legs and pull him in by the waist.

Without a word, you guide his hard cock to the sopping slickness of your entrance; both moaning as his head butts against your swollen sex.

With very little resistance, Gale cock glides in with a thrust from both of you. His length filling your pussy entirely, hitting the roof of your cervix, in fated synchronisity. A trembling duet of moans harmonising together, as you both acclimate to the delicious stretch and exquisite tightness of each other.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and he immediately understands. He takes your hips in both hands and spares no time in pumping his hard length inside you up to the hilt. Once, twice, three times firmly to seat himself fully in your clenching cunt.

Pressing every inch of sweat dampened skin together, wrapped in each others arms, Gale rests his forehead against yours.

His breath is erratic but stunted, his expression straining, like he's trying to push past the fierce compulsion to pile-drive viciously inside you.

"It's okay," you mutter against his cheek, blindly unbuttoning his shirt to prove the point, "I want this."

"It's not that," he struggles, his cock pulsing against your walls, "Mortal love-making, its.. this..this is the first time in a very, very long time. It's all a little.." he shoots out a laugh, "excruciatingly overwhelming." He attempts a few deep breaths to cleanse his crushing desire to end it all too quickly. The orb angrily thrums and boldens, the lines streaking across his body and face now more vibrant.

You cup his face within your hands, parting your foreheads to look at him. He shakes his head.

"I don't think I'm going to last very long," he chuckles without humour, "I don't want to disappoint you." He swallows, still tense.

Your smile reaches your eyes, as you gaze upon this wonderful man buried inside you, "Gale, sweetheart. You've made me cum twice already, I don't think that's possible."

You both give a small laugh. He attempts slow breathing again, his arms trembling around you.

"I.. can't compete.. I'm not used to this.. ah!" He gasps as your pussy unconsciously squeezes around him, his head shooting upwards, "Gods dammit." He bites his lip, pure agony across his beautiful face.

"Dekarios. I want you to use my cunt to cum hard and fast. I need you to cum for me." You purr in low register, his cock tenses inside you and the orb thrums brighter.

"Show me how much you need me, Gale. Cum for me." You snake your tongue into his mouth with a charged moan, writhing your body, undulating your walls around him.

An animalistic growl reverberates past his gritted teeth, as he plunges his cock inside, driving into you recklessly over and over.

The dresser rocks wildly underneath you, various lotions and potions required to make a woman acceptable for society crashing unceremoniously to the floor, without care, or consideration.

You hold onto his shoulder and back, using your own strength to bounce against his thrusts. The sound of your meeting a loud, wet slapping as the rhythm finds it's pace.

"Mm, Gale. You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Keep going, just like that." You bite your lip.

"Oh fuck," You hear him curse for possibly the first time ever, "You're so perfect and beautiful, I can barely keep myself together." He strains, so close from the desperation on his features.

"Don't hold back, Gale. Harder, faster, slower, whatever you want. You made me cum so hard, you can do what you want with me."

His eyes travel from your eyes, to your heaving chest, then he licks his lips. Forcing the straps down your arms, he rips the cups containing your breasts so they bounce freely, as he fucks you hard against the dresser.

The feeling of being consensually used by him ripples a filthy, depraved urge deep in the darkest parts of your soul. It lights your skin on fire and takes you down in a blaze of hedonism.

You reciprocate his animal growl, "Yes, like that. Like you want. Mm. Take me, fuck me, breed me, use me. Cum deep inside me and make me beg for more, Gale. Make me gag, make me scream. Oh gods, yes!" You cry out, the sensation of being aggressively pounded sucking your sense and proprietary into oblivion; your debauched hind brain fully in control.

The sound of skin slapping hard on skin echoes through the room, the symphony of your cries and moans spurning each other on.

"Wait. Not yet.. notyet.." Gale mumbles, barely holding on, "waitwait.."

He slides out of you and forcefully turns you over to face the mirrored dresser, hooking your foot onto the plush sitting stool.

You finally get a good look at yourself; hair mussed, breasts out, make up streaking, thoroughly delirious. And gods, was it hot.

Gale looked just as lustfully lost in you; the sweat beading on his skin, his eyes dark, hair curtaining his beautiful face. The violet rays of the orb streaking in an otherworldly brilliance.

Without warning, he plunges inside you and starts a hammering pace. You cry out and wrench yourself upwards to press your body against him, needing more connection. You reach up a hand to firmly hold the back of him head, raking your nails on his scalp, your breasts bounding to the beat of his rhythm.

One hand hooked around your waist, grasping at the soft, bouncing swell of your under breast, the other driving your hips back to greet his. You snap them back in time with his thrusts, not to simply be a passenger on this journey.

"Going to watch you cum with my cock filling your tight cunt-" he shot out a groan, his punishing pace never ceasing, "I'm so close. Fuck. I don't want this to end." He whines.

"It doesn't have to." You moan, carding through his hair, "you can eat me out and fuck me any time you'd like, Gale Dekarios." You say through a sinful smirk.

He huffs out a laugh and looks you dead in the eyes through the mirror, "Say that again. Say my name. Please."

"Gale Dekarios, you can fuck me anytime, any place, in any hole." You add, with a suggestive brow.

A shuddering quickshot exhale bursts from him, his brow furrowing into his eleven lines as he tries to concentrate, "Again." He begs through tight lips, flipping your dress away to reveal the image of his cock pounding into your hot, pink and deliciously defiled cunt. He brings his fingers to play with you again, a pleasure-filled moan shakes it's way through your body, as your abused clit sparks torturous exhilaration at willingly being on display for him like this.

"Fuck me like this, Gale, yes. Ohh, gods. It feels so disgustingly good." You babble through the thick haze of threating climax.

His pace becomes franetic, frantic, frenzied. He was so close you could taste it in the air.

The slap of skin, the lust soaked in every huff of breath. The pound of his cock against your centre, the sensation of his beard rubbing against your jaw.

He choruses your name, over and over like a prayer, a song.

"Cum with me, Gale." You manage in a moment of clarity before a third earth-shattering orgasm ricochets through both of you; yours a moment before his.

He moans shaking in the crook of your neck before coming undone, holding on for dear life. You feel the orb vibrate against your back, shaking and trembling as the light sputters and pulses outward through you both, bathing the room in incandescent, amethyst respelendence.

His load shoots thick and hot inside you, coating your walls white with his seed, as he desperately pushes deeper inside your ruined pussy for the short amount of time he has left.

A battered and beaten groan winds out of him and he stumbles forward onto you and the dresser. He tries to right himself but fails.

"Sorry, sorry. My legs are not cooperating at the present moment." He jests through exhaustion, attempting to hold himself up.

Through the mirror, he looks utterly spent. And rightly so. That was.. like nothing you'd ever believed possible of him.

"Gods above, Gale. Where the hells did that come from?" You asked in breathless disbelief, sweat sticking down your hair at the edges.

"Eighteen months of loneliness and an adulthood of purely ethereal sex," He answered bluntly, "Mortal sex is far more.. ravenous." He added, pressing a kiss your shoulder and meeting your eye in the mirror.

You both look thoroughly fucked out. And you both know it. You laugh in unison at the state of yourselves in sexual disarray.

"You look incredible like this; like creation and damnation all in one." He blurts poetically, eyeing your dishevelled form and nuzzling into your neck, suckering and nipping on your pulse point; still thumping blood through your system.

"I'll take that as a compliment." You breathe, turning to press a kiss to his damp cheek, trailing your hand down the other. You squeeze his face against yours, then release, propping yourself again the dresser for support.

Gale's half-hard dick slides wetly from your conquered vagina; a dull, pleasant ache already forming.

He kisses your shoulder again and replaces the long fabric of your dress across your modesty, "A most excellent dress." He says absently.

"Easy access." You shrug with a sly smile to which he rewards with a laugh.

"Very." He responds, still sounding exhausted. He takes a seat on the plush sitting stool, as you pop your breasts back into the cups and replace the straps. You toussle your hair and wipe the collecting black liner from underneath your eyes to neaten it. Your lips are swollen from kissing and a thin layer of sweat sheens your skin.

"There. No one will suspect a thing." You joke, spreading your arms out with a flourish.

Gale says nothing.

He simply sits, half undressed with buttons un-popped, dick hanging at half mast. The angry lines of the orb still smouldering at the embers.

Staring up at you and without looking away, he curls his hand under the long skirt of the dress and draws a finger along your wet folds, spreading them gently and diving one finger softly inside. Your body twinges at the stimulation after already experiencing so much. He slips out with ease, bringing out his covered fingers; the warmth of his spend leaking out as he does.

He stands, and silently offers his peace fingers to you. You smile, and open your mouth to invite him in, suckling the taste of you both. He groans and steps closer, pressing towards you.

"You'll be wrapping your arms around dignatories tonight with my cum trickling down your legs, and the ache of my cock's desperation for you." He whispers low to you.

You release his digits with a subtle pop and he snakes his head for a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues lapping and mating with each other in harmony, the experience of both your elation mixing together.

"We taste good together." You hum against his open mouth, seductively licking his lips till he crashes them back onto yours.

Hands raking through hair and gliding across skin, the kiss deepens and you feel the unmistakable glow of his chest.

"Now about this 'any hole' you spoke of." He smirks, parting your plump bottom lip with his thumb, "I'd very much like to know more of this offer."

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Mm, that's some good eatin'.. room for more? 😏✨

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