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Road weary, exhausted down to his bones in ways that made Zevlor realize his age far too acutely, he sagged against a rock within the Grove that would be their shelter, finally away from the tired and terrified eyes of his people. He'd been adamantine solid, steel tough, for them- but with goblins know wracking the forests and roads with terror, and still such a long journey to sanctuary at Baldur's Gate- and still the fresh terrors of the Hells in his mind…
He felt as if he was truly nothing but ash, clinging to bone, about to be swept away by a single breath of wind.
He raked his hands back through his hair, much of it coming lose from the tireless travel and work of getting everyone within the safety of the Grove and settled. There was dust clinging to every inch of him, made him feel trapped within his skin.
"Zevlor?" He glanced up as Tilses walked in, her stare pointedly boring directly into him. "You look rough."
"And feel rougher." He reached for the hilt of his sword, thumbing it anxiously. The movement didn't go unnoticed, and Tilses frowned, her gaze softening.
"The sun is about to set." Tilses walked closer, reaching out and setting her hand on his shoulder. "We're as settled as we can be. Why don't you take some time to wash the road dust off, eh?" She squeezed his shoulder, and despite his gut reaction telling him to decline, he still hesitated.
The idea of sloshing off the dirt of the day was divine, if he was honest.
"Even the little ones?"
Tilses snorted a laugh. "The kids are as settled as can be." She turned him by his shoulder, towards the large stone door. "Water is down at the center of the Grove and to the left. Now go."
Zevlor stumbled but moved in the aforementioned direction, leaving the small alcove that had been gifted to him for use, and walking through the Grove. He noted each of his people he walked by- exhausted looking, but hopeful.
It made each step lighter.
He found the cove that opened into the fresh water, noting it was utterly deserted. Considering the sky was already purpling, he couldn't be shocked. He took the time to strip of his armor, leaving it piled neatly by a large rock- leaning his sword against it, before he began to properly undress.
He could have left his armor and weaponry behind, he mused, as he pulled his shirt off, also taking the time to fold that neatly and set it atop the armor. But being without his sword left him feeling uneasy- not enough time free of Avernus could shake the need to always be ready for a right, it seemed.
He removed his boots, then finished stripping his his pants and underwear, before walking briskly into the water. It lapped quite chilled against his calves, but the numbing shock of it was enlivening. Suppressing a shiver, his tail twitching, he waded further in, until the water pooled at his waist, the sand and silt soft beneath his feet.
He paused to let himself adjust, gazing up at the quickly darkening sky. The colors were bleeding together, the perfect melding that was nearly breathtaking.
For a moment, he had to wonder what it'd be like, to have a life, under this sky. Not a city sky, but just nature- the never ending not-silence of the forests around the grove, the sweet sky and all of her saccharine colors greeting him each morning, kissing him goodnight. It was heavenly.
A broken wish, he knew. He had a duty, and it was to get his people to Baldur's Gate, to sanctuary. He had to protect them- he was a paladin without a god, clinging to his oath because he had nothing else to define himself, nothing else to show. Whatever he wanted, he had to let it go. He had a duty, and he would fulfill it, even if it broke him.
He waded deeper, until the water lapped at his chest, made his nipples ache from the chill. He dunked below the surface fully, held his breath as he ran his hands through his hair, hoping the water would free the road dust that clung to it, sweep it away.
When he emerged, it was with eyes closed, tossing his head back, wet hair spraying water over his neck and shoulders. He reached up, brushing it back from his forehead, before he heard the faint sound of a spark.
"I'm impressed anyone would bathe this late."
Zevlor opened his eyes, found he was staring out at the opening of the bay. He glanced over his shoulder, found he was no longer alone.
Sitting on a large rock, near his clothing and gear, was the archdruid himself- Halsin, he remembered. He had greeted Zevlor and the other tieflings upon their arrival, had been the one to promise them sanctuary.
The man puffed at a pipe, glowing embers lighting up the dark. The smell of fresh tobacco hit Zevlor's nose, made him feel nostalgic for his younger years.
"I wanted to check that you and your people had settled in," Halsin continued, pulling the pipe from his mouth. "I was told I could find you here. Apologies if I startled you."
"Do I look startled?" Zevlor spoke evenly, still glancing over his shoulder, his scarred back on display. He hadn't meant it to come out as steely as it did, but startled was not something he wanted to appear to someone he didn't know. Not that Halsin had given him a reason to distrust him- quite the opposite, in fact.
Gods, he just didn't know how to properly trust someone anymore.
"No," Halsin conceded. Zevlor turned then, wading through the water until it reached only his waist, properly looking at the druid. Halsin was large, for an elf- Zevlor couldn't just ignore it. The man had more bulk than him, stood just a whisper taller, even. It suited him, though. He seemed… solid.
The word nearly sent a shiver through Zevlor, who dug the points of his teeth into his tongue to ground himself. Now was not the time to notice the man was attractive- he couldn't be distracted by that…
"I'm sorry, I'm making you uncomfortable." Halsin stood from the rock, a great mountain of a man cast in the last dregs of sunlight, those purples and pinks thick as blood. "I forget that not everyone is as comfortable with the base body as us druids."
Zevlor didn't much care- the road didn't offer much privacy. And why did he feel the need to prove that? Why was the idea of perhaps making the druid quake a bit exciting?
He was too exhausted to be allowed thoughts, if they were going to manifest like this.
Still, Zevlor moved again, wading from the water in even strides, until it licked his thighs, his calves- and then he was standing on the shore, the water riveting down his body, between ridges and muscle.
Halsin's eyes followed a rivet, down Zevlor's chest, to his navel, before his eyes snapped back up. And they were burning, a brush fire attempting to be contained by a single mouthful of water.
"The road didn't offer the luxury of privacy," Zevlor finally reasoned. He inclined his head slightly, wanting to match Halsin's stare. He had all of the hells in his own eyes, after all.
The druid hummed, this deep rumble that almost had Zevlor shivering. What was this? It took all of his damn control to keep his cock from twitching.
"I imagine it didn't offer many luxuries at all…" Halsin set his pipe down, taking a step closer. His face was handsome, Zevlor couldn't deny- those dark eyes, the red ink that gave him character, scars that surely told a story.
Dammit, Zevlor had always had a type, and Halsin fit it, perfectly.
"You're tense," Halsin offered, giving the subtlest of nods. "Your shoulders, your neck. Cold water doesn't help with that."
"And do you happen to have some heat on hand to remedy that?" The word heat dripped with something as it slipped from Zevlor's tongue- a sort of sordid dare that had Halsin's eyes seeming black, a little smile quirking to his lips. He was goading the druid, wasn't it? Trying to get a rise out of him?
Flirting, if he could even remember how to. Hells below, what had gotten into him?
Halsin took another step closer. He was in Zevlor's space now, as he reached a hand out, splayed it on the tiefling's bare chest, thumb rubbing along an old scar- nearly as old as Zevlor himself. One of his first.
"Bodies can create an inferno together," he mused, and Zevlor's tail twitched excitedly, his cock throbbing at the prospect. He didn't need to look to know that he'd begun to swell, with each breath closer Halsin got.
There was no use denying he was interested in the man- but playing the subtly game was something he had left behind in youth. "Plainly, druid," he said, reaching up himself, dragging a claw along the soft, well worn shirt the man wore. "I'm beyond flowery words and poetry. If you want me, say it."
Halsin's hand slid up his chest, cupped his neck as he leaned in. "Better then that I show you." He pulled Zevlor closer, so that the tiefling had to grasp his shirt as Halsin's mouth came down over his.
Halsin was warm, tasted of the tobacco in his pipe. His lips were surprisingly soft, and quite easy to melt against, as Zevlor returned the kiss in kind. He felt Halsin's other hand find his waist, clutch at it as the druid inclined his head, flicked his tongue against Zevlor's lips.
Zevlor opened his mouth, met the tongue with his own. Halsin made a deep, pleased noise into the kiss, his tongue pressing tight to Zevlor's, teasing, before he pulled back. The paladin sucked in a breath, felt his heart beating rapidly, excitement coursing through him damn near painfully. When Halsin's hand slid form waist to hip, Zevlor let out a small groan of anticipation, his hips canting forward slightly.
It was all the permission Halsin needed- his hand moved to grasp Zevlor's cock, which had gone ridge during the kiss, was aching in his hand as he stroked, his thumb rubbing up along the underside, over each ridge, pausing to tease the bundle of nerves beneath his tapered cockhead.
As he stroked, Zevlor moved his arms up, over Halsin's shoulders- tugged him back in for a kiss he could control. Halsin's mouthy yielded to him- his lip supple beneath Zevlor's pointed teeth, his tongue pliant beneath his own as he explored. Zevlor swore he could feel his own pulse, thrumming in his cock, as he began to spill precum over Halsin's hand. Gods, how long had it been since someone touched him? Before the fall of Eltural, easily.
Halsin finally pushed Zevlor's tongue back to his own mouth, pulling off to bow his head, nuzzle into his neck, breath in his fiery scent. His hand left Zevlor's neck, grasped at his back, fingers digging into scarred skin, holding tightly as he continued his even, slow strokes. The tiefling tipped his head back, shuddered when he felt Halsin's teeth graze his neck, before his tongue was there to soothe the almost ache. Gods below, had it felt this good the last time? To be touched? To be wanted?
Halsin pulled back, only to release Zevlor's cock and actually kneel in front of him. The way he glanced up at Zevlor, he looked like a penitent, like Zevlor was a king, a god, the abyss and the everything of creation.
When he leaned in, placed a soft kiss to Zevlor's cockhead, Zevlor's breath rushed out. He reached for Halsin's hair, began stroking it back, freed the bits that had been tied up so he could properly tangle his fingers in it. It was so soft…
Halsin lifted Zevlor's cock more, so he could trail kisses down his impressive length, lips moving over ridges until he was at the base, kissing Zevlor's pelvis. As he did he stroked, before lifting his head again, beginning to take him into his mouth. Zevlor cursed, hips wanting to cant forward- it took all of his control to keep them still, as Halsin took half of his cock into his mouth with ease. A true feat, as Zevlor had always been rather large.
He tipped his head back, as Halsin's hand found and stroked his hip, before sliding back, fingertips brushing the base of his tail- but not truly touching. Seemed he knew enough tiefling decorum to not presume he could touch there. Instead, he grasped a handful of Zevlor's ass, helping him thrust faster, harder, over his tongue.
Zevlor felt as if his lungs were constricting, his airflow cut off, the world drowning him. Gods, it was good, Halsin's mouth hot, wet, his tongue so ready, so eager… He shuddered, bit his tongue again to keep himself from spilling after only seconds in the druid's mouth. He couldn't help pulling at the man's hair a bit, though- and was gifted with a vibrating rumble directly from the druid's chest.
Halsin pulled off Zevlor's cock, saliva stringing between his leaking head and the druid's wet lips. It was obscene and utterly glorious. "You should take what you need from me," Halsin offered, licking his lips, seeming to savor the taste of the Hellrider's precum. And then, in a voice that was a broken rasp, Halsin added, "please."
Zevlor bared his teeth, tugging Halsin back in. The elf opened his mouth, eagerly took him in back over his tongue, bobbing his head with such a practiced ease that, were Zevlor not currently so enraptured, he might be curious about all of the stories Halsin must have, about lovers past.
His other hand sank into Halsin's hair as well, guiding him faster, his tail twitching and swishing in eagerness as his belly began to go tight, an ache growing in his balls as they went tight. Halsin's hand cupped them, rolled them over his palm, and Zevlor cursed again, beginning to forget himself, forget control as he held Halsin's head close, felt the way his throat fluttered around his cockhead.
"Fucking hells," Zevlor managed, a tremble wracking him, making his knees begin to feel weak. He could not recall a time someone's mouth had made his damn knees weak- ever. He tipped his head back, glanced up at the now inky sky, unsure if he wanted to barrel into his orgasm or stave it off, make this last.
Halsin didn't give him much choice, as he continued to bob his head quickly, tongue sliding along Zevlor's thick, ridged cock.
"Careful," he managed, words breathy, "I'll- fuck…" Zevlor shook again, and Halsin's only response was to hum around his cock, one hand still cradling his balls, the other grasping at his ass, trying to pull him closer, deeper into his mouth.
Zevlor let his eyes fall shut, a deep groan reverberating from his chest as his orgasm dug its claws into him. He felt every nerve in his cock- in his damn body- seem to alight, burn as if freshly scorched. His hips jerked and he buried his cock as deep as he could into Halsin's mouth, coming over his tongue, against his throat in heavy waves. Halsin tried to swallow around him, but Zevlor only filled his mouth, until pearly drops were leaking from the druid's lips.
The tiefling swayed slightly, swore he stopped feeling everything beneath his fucking cock. Halsin's hands moved to support him, as he pulled off, stared up and made a point to lick his damn lips, as if he couldn't dare let a single drop of infernal seed go to waste. Zevlor leaned into his hold, panting now, as Halsin leaned in, kissed a line of ridges leading from his groin to his hip.
"I'd like to do more to you, if you're willing," Halsin mused, his mouth feeling like the sweetest sin against Zevlor's skin.
The tiefling had to laugh. "The mind is willing," he offered, "but the body might be… questionable. I'm not a young strapping paladin anymore." Zevlor managed to hold himself up as Halsin stood, the elf pulling him flush to his body. It was impossible not to feel the line of Halsin's cock in his pants.
"Trust me," Halsin mumbled, "I can rip more orgasms from your body if you're willing."
Zevlor grunted, his body wanting to react- gods, he'd just come and he felt his cock twitch, he couldn't recall the last time that had happened. So when Halsin hoisted him up, he got his arms around his neck, hooked his legs around the man and let him walk them the few steps to a large, flat rock. Halsin splayed Zevlor over it, pausing long enough to steal the sort of kiss that could make maidens and princes alike swoon, before he was moving his mouth down the center of Zevlor's body- over his chest, the hollow of his ribs, his navel-
Even pausing to kiss his soft cock, the druid chuckling to himself as Zevlor's hips twitched forward.
Halsin settled onto his knees again, grasped one of Zevlor's legs and guided it to rest on his shoulder. The tiefling didn't question him, simply tipped his head back and looked up at the night sky, content to let Halsin do as he pleased.
Yet somehow, as he pleased hadn't register the possibility of his tongue pressing at Zevlor's hole. So when it did the tiefling arched, crying out loudly, the sound seeming to echo off the rocks. Gods, it would carry back into the grove…
Zevlor spread his legs wider, panting heavily, Halsin's tongue relaxing the muscle as it speared unto his body a few times, before he began tracing his entrance. Gods, did the druid mean to fuck him?
The thought was thrilling.
Zevlor couldn't properly reach Halsin, as he was- he was left to try and grasp as the stone beneath him, unable to get a good handhold. He writhed, another loud cry leaving him as Halsin's tongue pushed back into his body. He felt Halsin's hands on his thighs tighten, threaten to leave bruises behind- and wouldn't that be delightful?
When the druid left his hole, lifted his head, Zevlor forced his own to ride, to glance down at him. His eyes seemed wild, beast like, barely contained- and the thought of him turning into nothing but a frothing beast and having Zevlor until he clung barely to consciousness? Oh, it made him ache, so deep in his body he swore for a moment he might die.
"You look… hungry," Zevlor managed, and Halsin grinned, bared his teeth.
"Starved, really."
The paladin couldn't keep from smiling, as Halsin's hands roamed up his thighs. "How should we remedy that?"
Halsin leaned over the rock, placed a kiss to Zevlor's lower belly. "Let me fuck you," he mumbled, not even disguising or sugar coating the desire. Zevlor respected it.
"Alright." He said it so casually, as if he was agreeing to another drink, to a single dance. Somehow it felt… easy, with Halsin. Which was ludicrous, considering Zevlor knew very little of him.
Halsin groaned, mumbled something under his breath- and then an overly slick finger was easing into Zevlor's body- thick enough that Zevlor's breath caught. "I'd prefer real oil," Halsin mused, not stopping until his finger was completely inside Zevlor, "but I was… unprepared for this."
Zevlor tried to chuckle, but the sound was lost as Halsin thrust his finger slowly. Zevlor's body took it without question, seemed to remember what this was like with ease.
"You mean you didn't come down here with the plan to fuck me?" Halsin grinned, pushing himself up to lean over Zevlor.
"I didn't," he said, as he pushed a second finger in, causing Zevlor to tremble. "I swear on Silvanus. You just… tempted me too much… and came so willingly." He spread his fingers as he laved his tongue over one of Zevlor's nipples, causing the tiefling to arch. He got a hand in Halsin's hair, held his face close to his chest as Halsin suckled and nibbled at his nipple, his fingers shaking as he could barely breathe broken words of encouragement. Gods no one ever touched him enough there…
Halsin was thrusting his fingers with a practiced ease when he lift his head, leaving Zevlor's nipple- that was now puffy, a scarlet so deep it was richer than blood- only to turn and lavish attention on the other. Zevlor arched into his mouth, clung to him, one hand in his hair, the other grasping at his back, claws dimpling skin through Halsin's shirt.
Gods be damned he was still fully clothed!
When Halsin arched up, pulled his fingers from Zevlor's ass, the tiefling nearly broke out in prayer. He wanted something more, wanted Halsin's skin and his cock. Watching the druid stand up and begin to discard his clothing had Zevlor squirming, a hand reaching down to palm at his cock- somewhat swollen already, despite his early orgasm.
Halsin smirked, this playful glint to his eyes, as he tossed his shirt aside. "Shall I stand here while you pleasure yourself?"
The bite to his words, the playful push- it was everything Zevlor wanted, and something so few partners could give. Too many found the Hellrider intimidating.
"Perhaps." Zevlor took himself properly in hand, felt his cock beginning to stiffen with each stroke. "It would be a shame, though, to let your work go to waste."
Halsin moved his hands down to his pants, undid the lacing. When he pealed the clothing down Zevlor let his eyes go directly to his cock- thick and standing as if it simply was begging for attention. He considered what it would be like, in his mouth- how it would make his jaw ache. Or pressed up against his own cock as they frotted against each other…
If only other nights were an option, he'd quite like to to explore the possibilities.
Halsin took himself in hand, stroking a few times, spreading the grease from his fingers. Zevlor shifted on the rock, braced one heel on it as he spread his other leg, baring himself- and Halsin was back, between his thighs, guiding his cock to his asshole and rubbing his slick head against it. Zevlor sighed, hand sliding off his cock to cup his balls, fingertips brushing at the sensitive skin beneath. Halsin eased forward, his cockhead popping past the ring of muscles, causing his own breath to stutter.
"You're an inferno," he managed, as he eased in, Zevlor's body tight- so tight- around him. But Zevlor was encouraging him, panting softly until Halsin's pelvis was nestled to his ass, his impressive cock buried to the hilt.
He could still take something so impressive, it seemed.
Halsin leaned over him, planted his hands on the stone, and rocked. His cock slid with a slick ease, right along Zevlor's sweet spot, making him see spots. He reached for Halsin's shoulder, grasped it firmly as Halsin hiked one of the tiefling's legs up against his hip. When the druid bowed his head, sought out one of Zevlor's abused nipples, Zevlor cried out loudly, shaking, constricting tightly around him.
Gods he was going to wake all of Faerûn at this rate.
But Halsin growled over it, teeth dragging along Zevlor's nipple. "Don't restrain yourself," he breathed, "let me hear you. Let them all hear you- they could be so lucky." He rocked harder, hips slapping against Zevlor's heat skin now. Zevlor dragged his nails along his back, broke skin and left the scent of blood mingling into the air.
Halsin's only response was to bear his teeth like a beast. It was glorious.
Zevlor got his other hand on Halsin's shoulder, held himself up fully by clutching at the elf, who seemed more than happy to support his weight. Halsin's chest was heaving with his breaths, sweat clinging to his chest hair. If they'd started differently, Zevlor could have his hands splayed on that chest, grip the muscle and fat eagerly as he showed the archdruid just why he was a Hellrider.
But as it was, he was beginning to feel delirious, panting and mewling as his body took Halsin's thick cock with ease, his cock hard again and aching, leaking profusely. Each thrust had him seeing white, until Zevlor swore the entire world was spinning.
When he came, it was a surprise even to him, his cock untouched, Halsin's mouth back on one abused nipple. His body constricted tightly, milked Halsin as his cock spurted along the elf's belly and his own, a fresh flood of cum that rivaled his first orgasm. He yelled Halsin's name, felt the druid's last few thrusts lose rhythm- not that it mattered to Zevlor, his orgasm was beyond stopping at this point- before he was spilling himself, growling and filling Zevlor until he could feel the cum leaking out around Halsin's cock.
Zevlor fell back against the rock, winced on the impact, trying to catch his breath, as Halsin held himself above him, his arms damn near trembling. For a long moment, they simply stared- eyes locked, seeing, but perhaps not believing-
That had all happened though, hadn't it?
When Halsin eased out, Zevlor felt the warm gush of his cum, on the backs of his thighs. Gods he'd need to wade into the now freezing water again, wouldn't he?
As if reading his mind, Halsin straightened, grabbing his own shirt and walking away, towards the water's edge. Zevlor didn't watch- he lay there, trying to catch his breath, until he heard Halsin returning, felt his hands guiding his legs apart, the wet fabric wiping the cum off his body.
"You needn't do that," Zevlor managed, yet he made no move to stop Halsin. Halsin didn't respond, simply cleaned his ruddy skin and dropped the shirt on the ground. Carefully, Zevlor sat up, wincing as he felt an ache in his shoulders from slamming into the rock- at the base of his spine, for how he had bent-
Gods, he truly was an old man now, wasn't he?
"Was I too much?" Halsin asked, as he settled on the rock next to Zevlor, who had reached back to rub his own back.
"No," he offered, watching as Halsin reached for his discarded pipe. "I'm just not as young as I used to be."
"None of us are," Halsin reasoned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a flame, lighting the pipe. He took a slow drag, exhaling smoke that seemed to plume like a dragon, before he turned, offered it to Zevlor. "Being young forever would be quite boring, I think."
Zevlor took the pipe, inhaling himself. The druid had a point, even if he was loath to admit it.
"Besides," Halsin added, daring to lean over, press a kiss to Zevlor's shoulder. "I think the years suit you quite well." Zevlor glanced at him, before he handed the pipe back.
"Flattery isn't necessary- you already had me on my back."
Halsin chuckled, taking another long drag. "Yes, but it hadn't been my intention. I swear I did come down here simply to check that you and your people had settled alright. All of this," Halsin gestured with his hand, "was simply a very nice surprise."
Zevlor believed him. The man had a kind soul, buried in that beast of a body. He didn't doubt that. "We've settled well enough. Thank you, again. For allowing us a reprieve from the road."
Halsin smiled. "Nature bids us to protect and nurture- I'd be a fool to say otherwise." He paused, before adding, "and your company has proven most enjoyable." Zevlor had to chuckle at that, planting a foot on the rock and leaning his arm against his knee. "I leave in the morning," Halsin added, his eyes joining Zevlor's to stare out over the water. "I'll be joining a little adventuring band, but I won't be gone long- and Kagha will keep order while I'm away."
Halsin leaned over, and again placed a kiss to Zevlor's shoulder.
"Perhaps when I return, you'd be willing to share a drink with me. And a night of company." Zevlor glanced at him, and Halsin added, "whatever company you'd like. You feel… familiar, to me. Comforting, in a way. And I'd like to hear your story."
Zevlor didn't respond at first- he could say the same about Halsin, honestly. There was something so freeing about him, about the fact that he too had a lifetime of experience behind him. Stories, Zevlor was sure, that could fill many endless nights.
"Just come back," Zevlor teased, "and I'll give it some thought."
Halsin chuckled, and Zevlor- he didn't hide his smile.