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N: Your moments alone at the party were frustratingly brief, but upon such sanctuary there resided the unbreaking yarning to be close to him. To be intimate. Your body was a band of pent up arousal, seeking just the right time to express your desire. Your patience was waning evermore thin.
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The retreat back inside was almost successful.
The party was swinging well into the early morning hours. By this time it was safe to say that every guest had their fill of wine and spirits that their attention no longer remained on the happy couple but wavered to the delightful delusions of drunkenness. Gale took Tav’s hand and silently pulled them away back toward the dark empty home. Back up the steps and onto the veranda Gale spun Tav around and held her against one of the stone pillars just out of sight of the party. They searched hungrily for each other's lips, their hands holding each other tightly, flush against one another finally after holding back all night. They gasped small, hastened breaths between kisses.
Tav’s head rolled back and against the cold stone as Gale dragged his lips down below her ear and into her neck. She released a pent up sigh of aroused relief, her leg slipping out from where he pinned her and brushing up against his inner thigh. Gale hummed against her skin as he peppered kisses across her collar bone.
The creak of a door hinge and an impatient grunt from Gale tore him away from Tav’s neck. As Gale looked over his shoulder and Tav leaned to the side to peek at the pale elf who sauntered out of the house, two bottles of the rare cellar wine in his hands.
Astarion smirked, reveling in the degeneracy of the two he stumbled upon. “My my,” he teased pompously, arching his brow. “What have we here? A blushing bride and groom in the heat of the moment.”
“Apologies for not further hosting tonight’s entertainment.” Gale said with an uncomfortable step away from cornering Tav. “We needed to step away for while to-”
“No, I completely understand. A situation has ‘come up’? Something a little more… ‘Pressing’?” His lips curled like a cats with a mischievous wink to Gale. “Now don’t let me stop you. The least I can do to amend my little interruption is to provide a suitable distraction for you. Just don’t get too carried away.” Astarion laughed with perverted delight, stepping off the veranda and off back towards the reception.
“Come on,” Tav grasped Gales arm and pulled him as she took her chance to run inside.
As the tower door closed behind him Gale whispered an incantation as he held his hand against the heavy wood. The gentle pulsing glow of blue chains encased the door, sealing it shut. At last, Gale could breathe a sigh of relief for privacy at long last. He turned back around to see Tav at the center of the room, warm firelight flickering across her pale skin, dancing across the shapeliness of her dress.
“Gods,” Gale gasped as he took slow, admiringly patient steps toward her. “But you are beautiful.” His voice was barely above a whisper. Tav outstretched an arm to him. He took her hand, kissing her palm before making a trail of kisses up the length until he once more returned to her neck, pulling her against him and resting his other hand at her back.
“Take me away, Gale.” Tav sighed, leaning into him. “We can be the kind and queen of your book, faithfully at last, upon this night.”
She felt his lips smile against her skin before he withdrew, his nose grazing up her neck that sent shivers down her spine. He took her cheek into the cup of his hand. Gale stared into her eyes, his adoration for her cutting past the lust that resided within. His gaze trailed her body, her curves and the faded scars that peaked from behind the plunging neckline, her bosom heaving gently with anticipation.
Gale bowed his head a little, lowering his eyes thoughtfully as he spoke. “There was a time I was convinced the pleasures of the body could not compete with the awe of astral lovemaking. A spiritual kind of stimulation of all encompassing ecstasy. But at this moment there is nothing I want more than to explore you. To study every sigh and quiver, to feel you beneath my fingertips. The real you, no illusions or imaginations. I want to feel real with you.” He looked up and met her gaze. “Would you let me?”
“Please.” Tav pleaded, breathlessly.
Gale swung his arm around her and suddenly she lifted off the ground as he carried her. With a misty step they were up in the loft, the ceiling trinkets and charms spinning and whirling wildly as Gale’s passion radiated off him, sending the sensitive magical trinkets haywire.
His touch was like that of a phoenix, soft feather lightness with the heat of fire that delighted her senses. His hands caressed her, feeling up her hips into her waist and up against her breasts. The fabric a cool silky contrast. He couldn't help himself but pull her hips against his and a thrum of pleasure that rolled past his lips. He bowed his head close to hers. Tav brought a hand up to his chest to steady herself and she could feel his heartbeat thundering behind the black and purple jacquard doublet. Her hands splayed over the material, feeling down his chest with a wanting hand.
Gale moved on, his fingers meeting behind her back and unclasping the dress. He steadied his hasty fingers, concentrating on withholding the urge to tear the material away. He undressed her with reverence, as if it were the first time he would see her bare. In some ways, it was the first. Tav held herself still and watched him impatiently as he took his time. The straps of her dress fell gracefully down her shoulders, and with a seductive roll of her shoulders the dress slipped and fell down to her ankles like a tumbling waterfall of fabric. His eyes traced every detail of her, followed by his fingertips. Down her shoulders, across the underside of her breasts until they circled around her nipples. Tav gasped as he rolled them gently between his fingertips.
Gale let her push his hands away as she reached out, her nimble fingers making short work of his own dressing and the several buttons down the front of his doublet. She pushed the material back as well as the undershirt, revealing the familiar circular mark below his collarbone, joining the space between his neck and his chest hair. He pulled her tightly against him, feeling the warmth of their bodies skin to skin. Their lips met, mouths parting to find tongues that hungered to taste. Gales slid his palms down her back and beneath the thin lace of her remaining undergarments, slipping them off as he grasped her ass tightly with another tug against his pelvis. She could easily feel his girth beneath his trousers. The captivating hardness of pure desire. It twitched under her hand as she palmed him, a light gasp breaking their kiss. Tav eagerly, and with less patience, tugged at the ties of his pants and hastily pulled them down, revealing his dick with a pleasant bounce now free from the binds of fabric.
Tav fell back against the bed as Gale pushed against her shoulders. Like a lion stalking prey, he crawled over her, unable to look away from her body, awe-struck.
“You are something truly worthy of study.” He said breathlessly. “ What machinations of ambrosic carnality could be learned from your pleasure. Your ecstasy my doctorate. I must know more.”
“I am yours.” Tav sighed. “Study; and spare no detail.” Tav gripped the sheets below her. Urgency coiled through her limbs, the unyielding hunger, the sweet throbs of anticipation from between her legs.
Gales lips curled, his eyes alit in devilish delight. He lowered himself, nose grazing up between her breasts before his lips latched on in delightful kisses and love bites. All the while his finger tips graced down her navel and between her legs were the rubbed teasing circles against her pleasurable center. At last Tav felt the slow waves of relief wash throughout her body. She arched her back into his touch, white hot desire burning within like a furnace, building and building below. Her hands slipped around his shoulders and up on his neck, her fingers tangled into the curls of his hair.
Tav hummed delightfully. Gale lifted his head to watch the expression of pleasure cross her face and furrowed her brow. As her voice rose a little louder he lifted his hand from the bed and spoke a spell into the room. A great shrouded dome encased the loft, suddenly the magical trinkets above swirling to a slow motion lackadaisical rotation. Anything within the dome would not be heard from outside. The tower was silenced.
“Do not stifle yourself. The world beyond this room is far away. It is just us and our pleasure. Let me hear you.”
Tav nodded as she watched him past her lidded eyes. She closed them as she felt his fingers slide within her. She was ready for him, her hips lifting up begging for his touch. Gale watched her chest heave, how she bit her lip as he reached closer to the sweet spot of euphoric bliss.
Gale took upon this task with all the concentration of a student wrapped into his study. Every flick and swish of his fingers carefully noted what earned him the proper response, a low and sweet sigh of approval from Tav. She gave herself to him, unabashedly mewling her cues to his research to aid him until her soft hums bore full throated moans. She gripped the sheets tightly and braced, but her tight coil within subsided as Gale withdrew his fingers, a very pleased and mischievous look painted across his face. He waited for her to catch her breath, watched as with frustration she frowned at him pleadingly.
“Onto another experiment,” he eased her with a whisper, his hands skirting up her sides and around her breasts in a tender caress as he kissed her neck. His weight shifted on either side of her, until Tav realized his lips lingered no more at her nape but down her collarbone, dragging themselves unhurriedly down her bosom. Anticipation swelled in her as she watched, holding her breath as he drew closer and closer to what she wanted. What she waited for finally came with a sigh of great relief.
Gales elbows anchored themselves on either side of her knees, his hands gripping her hips at first before his fingers wrapped around her thighs and pulled them further apart, what was left of her still wet on one hand.
Tavs fingers dove through Gales brown curling locks, griping it firmly as she swung her head back open mouth and sighing. Gale hummed his approval below her, dedicating himself furiously to his tongue wagging silent incantations of pure delight through her body. His grip tightened as he felt her thighs tighten around his head. Her legs tensed up as her hips gave a jolt.
“Gale please,” Tav moaned breathlessly, eyelashes fluttering through the pleasure as she could hardly focus enough to form words. “Please, I need you. I need-“ she was cut off by an unexpected jolt of pleasure rapturing through her body. Gales fingers joined his tongue, and at once Tavs head thrashed from side to side, a loud moan soaring out of her lungs. Her body twitched against his strong grasp to keep her in place. Her feet pointed and arched, she could feel the sweat against her skin.
Gale's muffled moan beneath her was like sweet music to her. With a final sweep of fingers Gale withdrew, leaning back on his knees and gasping. He wiped the cascading saliva from his beard but his eyes burned with desire, locked onto her flushed and lustfully spent expression.
“I can wait no more,” he said hurriedly as he cupped her face to reunite their yearning lips. Sloppily they searched for each other's tongues as Gale shuffled his knees back up to her. He bent at the waist, his hand urgently reaching toward his member to guide himself to her entrance.
The two locked eyes as he pressed into her, the fit was tight but the glide was easy and not painful. A moan stumbled past his lips as felt her squeeze around him like a velvet embrace.
“Yes,” Gale breathed. It felt right. It felt real.
After a moment's pause Gale steadily began to move into a blissful rhythm. The pace was even at first, the wizard carefully watching for any discomfort, but soon his lust became overbearing, and his thrusts came faster, deeper and messy. His face sought refuge into the crook of her neck, his eyes closed with one hand grasping at her thigh that slung fervently over his waist.
Tavs fingers dug into his back. Her breathy sighs and deep, teeth clenching moans lifting into the steamy heavy air. The magical field of silence flickering out as the concentration of the wizard finally began to falter. Lost in the throes of lust his mind gave up and sank into the carnal pleasures of the moment. Nothing outside of this room existed anymore. The trinkets spun anew, some so fast they broke from their chain and clattered to the floor, mindlessly rolling into furniture. Tav moaned into his ear with every thrust.
The knot inside was ready to snap at any moment. The coil tight and stressed with potential energy begging for release.
“Oh gods..” Gale sighed. “Oh Tav.”
“Gale!”
Gales head arched back, eyes closed, his sweat beaded brow pulled together. With a shudder, and a sudden stiffness in his hips, came relief. Silence, followed by a husky, shuttering sigh.
Gale collapsed beside her, chest heaving. His throat was dry from breathing so heavily, every swallow took effort. He opened his eyes to a heavenly flushed visage, a lust spent beauty on his pillow. He reached out, scooping her into his arms and pulling her tightly into chest. They were both a breathless, sweaty tangle, wordless in their recovery. His lips caressed the tips of her flushed ears. She placed her hand across the arms that held her and squeezed. They laid together silently for awhile, watching the magical trinkets above them return to an exhausted pace of idleness.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Gale kissed her cheek. Tav turned herself to look up into his face. She smiled warmly and caressed his jaw and held his cheek.
“You found your path.” Tav replied, her voice equally husky and dry. “And my path led me to you.”
“Thank the gods for that.” Gale laughed weakly. His eyes crossed her face and his smile grew. He kissed her sweetly, innocently almost, before falling back against his pillow.
"I love you."
"And I you, my love."
Gale reached out and tossed the comforter across their spent bodies. They quickly fell into slumber not long after, holding each other through the night.
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N: Your absence from the party was eventually noticed. An acknowledgement spread through your guests as they shared knowing looks to one another, smiling and stifling amused laughs at the eager young couple. They left you in peace, leaving the house empty to the newlyweds as a final gift this wedding night.