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Halsin has been rather absent from camp lately. He's not physically absent, as he's presently standing tall at his makeshift tent, arms crossed in front of his chest and facing away from the rather roomy broken tower you had found as a nicely secluded campsite on the cusp of the city. Still, he was... absent, contemplating something perhaps? He was staring into the distance, his eyes trained on what you thought was a rather spectacular view of the majesty that was Baldur's Gate itself. The shining dots of torchlight and the muted bustle of the town made for a stunning backdrop against sweeping hills, and craggy peaks.
Tonight the stars were shining clear in the midnight blue sky, the moon was currently resting at its peak, and the smell of campfire roasted meat and toasted bread wafts upon the still air deliciously. Lamplight flickers almost romantically and soft chatter between companions echo jovially in the ruins, and yet as you take in his form, something seems to be clearly weighing heavily upon Halsin's mind, despite the cheery atmosphere.
You stand from the warm fire and make your way down the crumbly steps over to his setup by an old sluice. He seems to not hear you arrive, or be aware even when you speak his name. However when you reach out to lightly tap the muscled swell of his arm he starts with a sudden jerk and you see his eyes widen and blink in rapid succession before turning his head to look down at you.
"Hi..." You lean slightly to the side, curiosity piqued, and give him a small wave of the hand that had briefly touched his arm.
His face morphs into a fond smile and he uncrosses his arms and shifts his feet to face you directly, the braids at his shoulders brushing his neck as they sway. There's a twinkle in his gaze, probably from the moon or the stars, or his charming countenence, but it reassures you and passively corrects your earlier impression of him.
"Good evening. It's pretty late isn't it?" His deep voice is calm, steady, soft.
"Yes. It's quite beautiful at this hour." The evening is lovely on this day and you've certainly been enjoying it.
"Mmm," he hums sharply, giving you the impression that he agrees with you, but otherwise stays silent. His head bobs in a soft nod, and his eyes shift to the side.
"Are you doing alright?" You question him gently.
He sighs and raises an arm to run through the waves of shiny hair at the top of his head. A soft chuckle escapes his mouth as he smiles somewhat sheepishly. "Yes, thank you. I am well." There's a tint to his cheeks that you infer is light embarassment, and an amused expression across his eyes that once again piques your curiosity. He's definitely not being entirely truthful.
"You can tell me if something is bothering you..." you try to match your tone to his, oozing as much charm as you can. You once again reach out and grasp his arm, smoothing your hand up the velvety smooth skin of his upper bicep and take a small step toward him. "I'm a good listener..."
It looks as if your charm works upon him as the embarrassed tint upon his cheeks seems to dissipate and you watch his expression morph into one of consideration. His eyes rove your form obviously, flicking back and forth as they travel down the plane of your body. His eyelids droop as his gaze dips toward your legs and feet, and his mouth pulls back from his smile into a more neutral position. He blinks again and suddenly his eyes are on yours, a piercing heated stare with an intrigue on blatant display that inflames your curiosity even more.
"Walk with me?" His tone is inquisitive, but purposeful.
You take a moment to assess yourself, wondering if you should gear up just in case, and ultimately decide against it. You're in your evening clothes, which is cover enough for a stroll, and you still have your blade attached to your hip. So you give him the biggest smile you can muster, removing your hand from his arm and using it to gesture charismatically to the side. "Lead on."
He smiles at you and begins a light footed step in a comfortable stroll up the stone stairs away from his tent, away from camp, away from the busy road, away from the city. You walk mostly in companionable silence, the light exercise is energizing, and the new sights are refreshing.
As you walk together, Halsin's face settles back into the pensive expression that drew your attention previously, and it strikes you as odd. You don't know how to really break the ice here, and are unsure if silence is really what's going to help. You both turn down a busy street, passing travellers in all manner of garb, heading towards the city and you close ranks, brushing your arms to keep in line with him while not hogging the road.
"Tell me about yourself." You blurt out a random thought, wanting to bring him to the present. It works.
He cuts a glance down at you mid-stride in a somewhat surprised manner. "Myself? I'm sure you know most of what there is to know about me already." He chuckles again, seemingly amused. You catch another side-eyed playful glance and smile back at him.
"Hmmm, I'm sure there is something yet to be learned." You perform a jovial inquisitive hook, lightly ribbing him with a poke of your elbow at his bulky side, your hip bumping his in the same fluid motion.
He doesn't bite however, and smiles a mysteriously amused smile down at you. "You'll have to be more specific than that."
You both stop at a crossing at the edge of town, waiting for a cart to roll by, drunk inhabitants singing broken tunes out of key and laughing heartily into the nightly ambience. It's incredible how well traveled this part of the city was even as far out of the proper as you were. An inkling of a proverb about not poking bears flits across your mind and you try your best not to laugh at the irony here. Still you want to probe for more information, feeling as if there must be something you can do to ease whatever discomfort is happening.
"Are you anxious about being here in Baldur's Gate?" You're still stopped at the crossroads, next to a lantern, and he turns to you once again, studying your face, the flickering light is illuminating him from behind and accentuating the prominent curvature of his muscled silhouette.
He sighs again and looks a little awkward. "It really is nothing." You watch as he mulls over something in his head again, this time looking as if he was trying to come up with a suitable response. "Sometimes when I spend long periods of time in such stifling quarters, I long for the trees."
Comprehension immediately dawns on you. Of course a druid like Halsin wouldn't feel quite as comfortable indoors all the time. You're honestly embarrassed that you hadn't noticed before. You've been at the city now for a span of at least a week, if not more, with nary a sapling in sight.
"I'm sorry for not noticing earlier." You feel almost guilty, wishing you had been more in tune with your companions feelings.
"I am flattered you thought to ask at all." He's staring down at you with a fondness again, a soft smile splashed across his handsome face, and a relaxed posture about him. A light blush coats your cheeks as you stare up at him, standing under the light of the lamp and the moon and that gaze in his eyes once again turns to a contemplative unsure look.
"It doesn't seem like that's all that's bothering you." As you both stand at the crossroads there's a quiet intimacy that surrounds you, as if it's just the two of you alone on the path, and you feel comfortable delving deeper knowing now that you aren't poking or prodding the slumbering bear by asking more.
"No." He sais simply and looks toward the road checking if the coast was clear before setting off again, crossing the path and heading in the direction of what appeared to be a small wooded copse in the distance. He clears his throat as you walk together, "I don't suppose you have come across many Arch Druid before meeting me. We are few, and long lived."
"I haven't." You admit.
"Hmmm, it's difficult to describe, then." He looks down at you walking beside him again and smiles widely. "I can say for certain that this is helping, however. I thank you." He places a hand on his heart as he speaks and you can tell his words are genuine, confident, assured. You smile back, feeling somehow special that he confided in you, albeit only lightly, and let the conversation wane back into companionable silence.
It's not terribly difficult to keep up with his long stride but you notice his pace becomes somewhat eager as you reach the true boundaries of the city, and head into tree cover at the copse you spotted earlier and your steps almost turn into a jog just to keep up, but you try your best to remain cool and collected. He seems to know where he's going, and it was easy enough to follow behind.
As you pass into more difficult terrain, Halsin seems clearly more at ease, slowing his gait and breathing deeply and you realize the air is cleaner here, the atmosphere quieter, the ambience calming and relaxing. He walks to the direct center of the copse and you hear him sigh in a blissful pleasure, and nearly feel the radiating relief run awash in the whole clearing.
Night had fully set, and the moon beams down from the center of the clearing you had traveled to, illuminating his form as if intentional. It seems a remarkably ethereal place despite its proximity to the largest sprawling city for miles. You take a moment to enjoy the view as he tunes in to the natural surroundings. There are soft indications of animal life in the vicinity creating a wilderness appeal of this small clearing. A large tree had fallen sometime long past and it's broad curved bark remains densely coated in pillows of soft looking moss and low light foliage. The canopy of branches above you rustle in the soft breezes when they pass, and provide a dim shelter from the rays of the moon, cloaking the area in a speckled mystery.
As you move to sit up on the mossy log with a small hop, a soft misting of light rain begins, mixing ambiently with a slow rolling fog that caresses you in a cold wash of refreshing droplets. Halsin looks completely at ease, his eyes closing as the cooling mist of damp air passes him by, leaving dew upon the moss of the forest floor and cool raindroplets falling from the branches above, resting upon the tawny expanse of his skin in tiny splatters. You're taken with how handsome he is at this moment, even as dark as it is, and can't help but soak in the vision of his body standing at ease in the clearing as if he were at home here.
Your eyes peruse his muscled figure blatantly, roving every bulging curve of muscle with a growing interest. It's strange, you haven't known this man for any extended length of time, but your interest in him grows with every passing day he spends at your camp.
Maybe it's just something in the air, or your presence here in this clearing, or maybe there's something about Halsin, but in this moment, as you take in the visage of his figure, you realize he entices you more than you had initially expected. It almost feels as if he's radiating a sultry sensuality, a quiet passion, a subtle sexuality, even though he's just standing there and you rake your gaze intently down his form.
The thick column of his neck is bare to the elements, a dusting of dewy mist accentuating the velvety smooth skin, and highlighting the lithe lines of his thick throat. He swallows lightly as he stands here in the rain and you watch the lump in his throat bob up and down, feeling a sudden unquiet urge to taste it.
You draw your eyes down across the sturdy bulk of his sculpted shoulders, and farther still across the muscled majesty of his arms, a bulging mass of sheer might that has you deeply inhaling just thinking of the possibilities. He reaches upwards and shakes the water from his hair with a large hand, each movement of his gesticulation teases you with a slight jiggle, and the bulge of a short flex. Those arms could do some damage and the thought sends a pulse of need straight into your belly. You try to regain some semblance of control over your inner dialog but it's somewhat futile, as visions of those arms around you take root, and your breath hitches.
Again, maybe it was the atmosphere in the clearing but presently, you're pretty sure that he could manhandle you to the ground with those arms in plain view of anyone and you would beg for more.
He could pick you up with one giant hand and take you where he pleases and you would submit.
He could press you to the ground and make you take his pleasure and you would love every second.
You gulp soundly and move your gaze down to the narrowing trunk of his waist, still impressively stocky, and covered in his armor but you know under the layers lies the brawn of cut muscles, and deep ridges just waiting to be tasted. The deep curve in his scapula from the might of his shoulders to the dip in his lower back was too sensual an image and created the illusion that his hips were jutting forward, causing your eyes to slip down past the noticeable curve of his lower extremities and land on the thick of his bulging thighs.
You lean back to rest your weight on your arms, stick straight against the mossy bark of the fallen log you're sitting on, letting the rain soak into your clothing and stretching your legs out in front of you in a relaxed open posture. The mist rolling through the clearing envelops you, and you know your thin night shirt must be soaked as it wetly drapes across your skin and find yourself completely uncaring of your rather exposed state, still entranced by the strength in Halsin's body.
Your gaze on his enticing thighs is interrupted by one of his hands flexing into a fist and relaxing again and slowly sliding up the plane of his body. You follow its path as it traces up the middle of his abdomen in a strong caress, passes his chest slowly, and then runs thick fingers through the front of his hair again and you realize he's looking at you intently.
"See something you like?" A bushy eyebrow tilts suggestively, and his eyes darken into that mysterious expression again, as if he knows exactly whats happening to your body, whats racing through your mind.
"Yes." You don't bother hiding it, you want him deeply, even more so now that his features are on display with the slick of misty rain and the rays of the moon. Earlier you might have been embarrassed that your salacious advances and blatant ogling had been caught, but all of that washes away as Halsin seems more than a little interested in the prospect.
He turns toward you fully, taking several slow steps to the log you're sitting on, and deliberately stepping in between your ankles stretched out on the ground before you, and then again to your knees that you widen slightly to accommodate his stance. As you look up at his form, your body clenches internally, already creating visions of heated pleasure between the both of you.
He reaches with a hand and cups your wet cheek, running a sturdy thumb over your bottom lip sensually. There's a scent about him, an earthy fragrant scent. You smell it on his fingers and his wrists, and youre tempted to bite down when you open your lips and take his thumb into your mouth. As you suckle gently, tasting raindrops and dew and that earthy musk, you take time to lave the rough texture of his battle hardened finger with the tip of your tongue, and sigh contentedly.
You lock eyes with him and use your lips to suck more of his thumb in your mouth, the digit pressing down on the back of your tongue as you do so, and his mouth opens slightly as his eyebrows furrow. He pulls his hand from your face, slipping out of your mouth and trails his fingers downward in a wet streak over your chin, the column of your throat, and toward your clavicle.
"Have you ever been with one of my kind before?" His voice was deeper than usual, a huskiness to it that belayed his arousal.
"An elf?" You clarify, not knowing what that has anything to do with the situation at all. You move your legs to widen again, not that it matters considering his knees are already touching the log and he wouldn't be able to step any closer despite your want for it.
His eyes flash a dangerous hint of gold at your reply and he grunts out a response. "A beast." His fingers have made it to your sternum, and trail to the side to gently fondle a clothed breast, the swell resting comfortably in his wide palms.
"Will you show me what it's like?" You're not dodging his question persay, you're just more interested in continuing to flirt with the clear depth of Halsin's mystery. Now that he sais it out loud, you want the beast, whatever that entails.
You watch him smile, a curious danger to it that wasn't there before, a carnal need, a predatory expression of want. His hand gives your breast one last squeeze and then it's sliding down the line of your arm, pulling you to stand from the log, and flush against the harness of his rain slicked form. You immediately sag into his body, letting him direct your arms to his shoulders, and swooning as the large expanse of his hands and arms encircle you fully.
"I will be... gentle..." he whispers softly at your jaw where he's nibbling sensually. You can feel the engorged presence of his incisors as he mouths down your jaw, and let his tongue and teeth and lips distract you from his hands pulling your soaked night shirt from its tucked position in the waist of your pants. You have to separate slightly as he pulls the fabric fully from your body but the moment it clears your head he's kissing you deeply.
His lips are soft and supple, his tongue is dexterous and dominating, his body and breath fuels your rising arousal and you relax into his hands, your nearly naked chest presses to the front of his gear. You sigh into his mouth, twisting your tongue with his and suckling the muscle as you did his thumb earlier. You hear him groan softly and one hand slides sensually down your lower back to cup the flesh of your ass in a strong grip. You moan at the touches and lift the leg he's grabbing to wind it around his calf, having a desperate need to spread your legs for him. He let's your flesh go and travels to the front fumbling slightly at the button of your trousers and you take the opportunity to undress fully for him.
He watches you with a hungry expression as you pop the button open, pushing both the pants and your underwear down your legs, stepping out of them, and unlatching the hooks on your bra, and tossing that with the rest, leaving your body naked in the cool glow of moonlight.
"You don't have to be gentle..." you tell him openly. If you're to experience the beast as he teased you, you want to experience the beast. "I want to know all of you..." you grasp one of his hands and bring it back to your breast where he fully cups the supple flesh and swipes a thumb across the inside curve.
All at once he grips you by the waist and hoists you into his arms and in several long steps your back is flush with the mossy trunk of a standing tree, your thighs resting at the narrow of his waist, a blatant bulge pressed against the delicate lips of your core. His eyes are wild and his body is taut, clenched so tight it almost looks like he's straining.
"My body is different from that of a normal elf." He's gruffly spitting the words out as he begins laving your neck and shoulders with searing kisses of teeth and tongue. "I will be gentle." He repeats affirmatively. His hands gripping your waist are sturdy, unmoving, and a wash of tickling ecstasy dribbles through you as he firmly holds you against the tree.
You gasp into the air, loving the dominating feeling of your naked body being held, wrapped around a man desperate for your touch, your whole being lifted in a strong embrace as if you weighed nothing at all, spread easily around his body. Your thighs clench as you try to raise them higher on his waist, snaking your calves around his back to cross at your ankles.
"Please show me," you plead as he works his mouth over your collarbone and down the swell of your breast to suckle wetly on a nipple. You moan softly again, your head lolling back against the tree at the new sensation, and your body shivers from the heat at your breast, the cold dew and moss at your back, the chilling caress of wind on your naked skin.
"I can take it." It's not a claim, it's a promise.
Halsin groans deeply and let's your nipple slip from his mouth with a slick sound, the air feeling ice cold upon the suckled nub and causing it to pebble. His teeth bite softly on the inside of your other breast before latching on to that nipple, treating it with the same sucks and licks as he had before, laving attention on the hardened peaks. Each delicate nibble, tentative lick, soft suck causes ripples of arousal to flood your core.
You buck your hips, feeling the slick drool of your naked nethers smear across the front of his armor and your legs clamp tightly around his body, your back arching in his hands. You want him inside of you deeply, and conjure images of him spreading you, taking you, fucking you.
As if he could sense your ever growing heated arousal, you feel his hands shift to lift from the outside of your thighs and suddenly he's hoisting you upwards, setting your pussy directly before his face, letting your thighs rest on his shoulders and steadying your body against the tree with strong hands. Your core clenches tightly and you cry out in surprise, seeing the clearing from a new height. He leans in and gently licks at your lips, flowering for him sweetly, the gust of his hot breath sending quivers through your body.
He turns his head and nibbles at your inner thigh with the most delicate of motions, before pressing kisses inward to softly drag the planes of his teeth over your quivering nether lips, letting his tongue spread them and delve shallowly in your pussy.
You moan louder this time and clutch his wet hair in your hands, the sensations from his exploring mouth and the knowledge that his sheer strength is holding you at his face with no exertion pools heavily in your gut. He's expertly licking you up and down, the width of his tongue wriggling hotly against your quickly lubricating hole. His lips catch on your clit and you moan again, feeling your inner walls contract at the rush of sexual endorphins and you whine loudly, surging toward a well needed orgasm.
His tongue is gently lapping at you, lubricating you, teasing your pussy to open wider for him, spread naturally for his body, and weep for what's to come. The longer he slowly licks you up and down, the more you contract against his face, your walls already pantomiming a sucking motion leaving you feeling stimulated but empty.
You plead into the open air for completion, muttering praises of his tongue and teeth, and sharing openly your heady arousal, and wanton need. Halsin focuses more intently on your clit and you feel the slow crest of a soft quaking orgasm wash over your bones, your cunt pulsating and dripping, your hips gyrating, your flushed lips spreading.
Halsin brings you back down, pressing you against the tree in between your soaked thighs, holding your waist in both hands, kissing you with the flavor of your own fluid on his tongue. You let your legs drop and he steps back slightly as you stand, licking his lips with a pleased expression.
You move your hands to undress him and let him help unravel the bands and buckles that tie his clothes together, laying the pieces at your feet alongside the pile of your clothing. As you stand at chest height, it makes it easy to slip downward to kiss the prominent curve of his muscles before you. His body is firm all over, deliciously standing here like an offering before you and you invade his space to kiss wetly along the supple curve of his pec, suckle a hardening nipple in your mouth, feel the sensual ridge of his abdomen with your curious fingers.
You move to kneel, worshipping the washboard of his waist and teething in dragging bites the cleft of the V leading toward the bulge of his manhood resting trapped in his pants. His body flexes at your ministrations and his belly contracts, a gasp ringing out into the air. His pants droop and you realize he's untied them for you and you help him step out of them to join you in nudity.
When you finally take a glance at his cock you pause for a second before caressing it softly. You aren't too surprised, of course his prick would be as massive as the rest of him. But you are slightly unsure.
Throughout the course of your interpersonal relationships you've enjoyed penetration from what you thought were large organs, but this monster throbbing in your hands puts them all to shame.
You cup the heavy weight of its mast and brush your cheek against the shaft, looking up at Halsin through lidded eyes. He's staring at you with upturned brows, his belly breathing heavily, and a large hand reaches to fist the base of his cock and tap it gently on your face.
"I need these lips open too..." His husky voice balances on the edge of a growl, and you do as he asks, opening your mouth and moaning as he fits the head of his cock against your tongue. You swirl your tongue around him, tasting his natural musk, sucking on his sensitive flesh and he groans loudly into the still air.
You try your best to slide his dick as far as you can get into your mouth and he rests the weighty girth at the back of your tongue, letting you control the experience. The fist that was gripping his base moves to cup his sack and he fondles it as you suck on his flesh, a long sigh of clear satisfaction escaping him. You swipe the flat of your tongue along the bottom of his cock, feeling the ridge of his anatomy, the velvety smooth skin, and the heat of rushing blood.
In as smooth a motion as you can manage you slide him out of your mouth with a wet slurp, swallow the excess saliva drooling from your wanton needy behavior, and draw him back in, beginning a steady suckling rhythm of worship. You're nowhere near close to taking all of him and you don't think it will actually fit all the way inside your mouth despite you're best intentions so you reach back up to caress his bare shaft with your fingers, squeezing the turgid hardness gently.
You're salivating terribly, dribbles of wetness leaking from your mouth and dripping down the underside of his prick. The feeling of your mouth tasting his musky flesh over and over sends bolts of excitement through your body. You reach down with one of your hands and delicately swipe through your folds, equally as wet, as dripping, as ready for his cock as your mouth is. A moan sounds in the air, muffled by the dick in your mouth and you close your eyes to savor the experience, pulling in rhythmic swallows along his flesh, teasing your slick pussylips with your fingers.
A hand glides through your hair at the back of your head and gently but firmly ceases your rhythm to guide your head as far as it will go down the thickness of his dick. His other hand coming back up to wrap around the base, his thumb pressing against your soft parted lips. He's feeling the way your mouth wraps around his gigantic cock, the stretched sides connected to your puffy swollen lips, cupping your lowered jaw and hollowed sucking cheeks, all while he holds you at his crotch by the back of you're head. He's looking down at you with a wild feral look and as his eyes glint gold again you moan a whiny needy gurgling sound of desperation, and shove a slickened finger inside of you.
"Oak father preserve me for this night to last..." you hear a whispered plea into the night and his hot prick throbs with a heavy pulse in your mouth, the sides bumping against your teeth and the soft head squished against the back of your throat. Your finger inside your own quivering heat is not a good enough representation of how you think Halsin would feel and you swallow thickly, your throat contracting around his squished cockhead, grunting out another choked wet gurgling sound.
He lets out a strangled moan and grips your hair with a strong fist. He all but pulls you off his body, steadying his cock with his other hand and you try to give one last firm suck as he removes himself. Your ministrations had done wonders, his cockhead was an angry red, flushed and dripping with your spit, half his member similarly shiny. He's panting as he still stands above you, and you grip him solidly, using the tip of your tongue to taste his flavor in the small hole at his head with tiny licks and he hums appreciatively.
"Another time I will take my full pleasure in your mouth," He squats down coming to eye level and begins to push you on your back, laying you on soft dewy moss and the cushion of the forest floor. "But it is difficult to control the beast and he demands to be released." Halsin is kneeling over you, pulling a thigh to widen at his hips, "it has been too long since I last let him out..." His fingers trace down the inside of your thigh and he stops his whispers to tongue your nipple again, coaxing them back into a pebbly hardness that he plays with using tantalizing licks. The brush of his fingers at your weeping core send you into a heart pounding excitement, knowing that you're close to being filled.
A single wide finger presses inside and Halsin groans obscenely at your breast, working the thick digit into your pussy, as far as he can reach. He pulls out slowly and then presses in again and you can feel the flutter of your muscles welcoming him in, showing him how your body can take him. He's finger fucking you gently, smoothly, deeply, swirling his fingers around, widening your hole, pressing at the spongy mind numbing spot just on the inside of your entrance. You're moaning excitedly into the clearing, your back is arching in time with his finger, your arms coming to rest on his shoulders to steady yourself.
He switches nipples again and a second finger slowly pushes inside of you resting snugly against the first. He undulates them and moves in a wicked caress, stretching your body, coaxing your dripping pussy to flower for him. The sounding squelch of your cunt invigorates you and you move your legs for more stimulation.
"Please..." you don't quite know how to form the words in your mouth, but you can't sit still and wait any longer, the need to feel his cock inside of you inflames every nerve in your body. "Please please..." Halsin presses intently on the spongy nerve ending causing heat to bloom in your belly and a dribble of more fluid to leak out of you. In a moment of clarity you manifest the words, clenching around his fingers and gripping his biceps tightly, gasping out loud. "I need you inside of me right now."
Halsin chuckles deeply and let's your nipple go, licking a solid swipe up the center of your chest to your neck, murmering in your ear. "If you want the beast you have to be able to take the man..." he enunciates his words with a curving grip of your inner walls, surely stretching you enough to take his massive dick.
"I can take you..." you plead again, desperate for the main course. "I'm ready..."
"Are you?" His response is playful, suggestive, he's drawing this out. Another rhythm of his fingers tunneling inside of you begins and the thumb you were sucking on earlier swirls around your clit.
"Ah, fuck fuck, please, Halsin..." you're shivering in anticipation, legs splayed on either side of him, pelvis arched to better take his body, and he growls lightly at your neck.
"I happen to enjoy needy partners..." your body is sucking his fingers loudly, wetness pooling, soaking your thighs and dribbling down the cleft of your ass. "The sweeter you beg, the longer this takes..." you clench tightly at his words and bite back the pleading reply already on your tongue and he hums eagerly at your jaw. He kisses up the side of your cheek and latches your lips with his again, delving into your mouth hotly, and sweeping you into his tonguing pace.
His fingers slow, and your body's ascent into bliss wanes to a crawl, you're hypersensitive and shivering under his body and wrench your mouth from his. "Ah please don't stop!" You call out, needing more from his ministrations. You can feel the bracken at your back, fallen leaves and crushed moss dirtying your skin in earthy streaks, beads of sweat and dew rolling off your skin in tickling trails, the long imposing might of Halsin's cock resting on the thick of your thigh brushing softly as he moves his hips in rocking motions, his thick fingers reaching deep and fondling your insides with a talented fervor.
"I'll be good, please" you're gasping, moving your legs back and forth, gripping his flexing forearm, trying to direct the wall of his muscled body to go faster, but all it seems to do is encourage his teasing.
"You'll be good for me, huh?" Halsin slides his thick fingers from your pussy, sitting back and maneuvering you onto your knees in front of him. You blearily look back over your shoulder and catch him staring appreciatively at your lifted ass, stroking himself in long steady pulls with the wet hand that had previously been inside of you before you feel his slick swollen head swipe through your ready folds.
The thick plug of his cock feels larger than life as Halsin begins to slowly push into your channel, his hand gripping the flesh above your hips anchoring you in place spasms slightly as he tries. You feel your breath stutter and catch, finding the act difficult with so heavy an intrusion. Although you are faced away, you can't help but imagine his giant fist around his dick, stabilizing it as he tries to squeeze it inside of you.
"Tight little thing, aren't you?" His murmur is evocative of his dark astonishment. He was taking pleasure in the heady notion of his sheer size stretching you to the brink of your own sanity.
The hand on your hip gently tilts forward slowly, encouraging your pelvis downward in a better place to receive. A rush of pleasure washes over you at the newfound sensation and you immediately drop your shoulders to fully bend over for him, your body involuntarily submitting to his guidance, a strangled Yes... escaping you.
Your staccato moans catch headily as you splay your arms out in front of you, feeling dew and moss slide across your sensitive skin. Your back curves inward and your pelvis dips even further, your thighs open sweetly, and you feel your body wetly suck in more of his imposing girth as if you knew how to do this all along.
Immediately you hear him moan a long exhalation of pleasure and his other hand moves to grip your waist briefly before stroking up and down your arched spine, heavily petting your trembling body.
"Oh Fuck," you hear his voice rasp in the back of his throat, and a gasp ring through the air as he shucks forward some more. "You dont know what that does to me..." he's not yet bottomed out but his hips begin to slowly rock back and forth as if he can't help himself, the frictional slide of his cock causing tremors of humming pleasure to thrum through your body.
His erotic whisper is pornographic in the night air and you hear him follow up with a soft That's it, present for me... as he continues to gently press into your body, the thick log of his dick stretching you more than you ever have been before. The heavy drag of his flushed head against your walls is spreading your natural drooling slick in and out of your pussy in slow pulls, helping ease the intrusion.
You feel your body relaxing slightly as you submit to him, your cunt undulating in clenching flutters as your muscles work themselves around his flesh. The rocking ebb and flow of his prick begins to smooth out into a sinful slide, and you answer in kind, releasing a keening moan that echoes sublimely in the quiet clearing. He's hitting deeper, and you feel an anticipation as he slowly slides closer and closer to the hilt, knowing the press will be excruciating and blissful at the same time. His large hands on your waist wrap forward around your belly and he presses his thumbs down upon your spine to keep your back arched while curling his fingers upward on the soft of your stomach, the way he's holding you is simultaneously gentle and dominating and your body shudders at the subtle control.
You're moaning loudly into the crook of your elbow, the securing grasp of his hands and his throbbing cock tunneling in and out of your body is a sensation all too overwhelming. All at once the battering ram of his dick spears you deeply and you feel the course brush of his pubes slam against your hips, his dick a bruising length inside your body. You feel a wail rip from your throat, echoing into the night, and your pussy clenches wetly, strangling his cock tightly inside of you, your hands frantically grasp the forest floor under you in shaking fingers and jerking movements, your calves kick up and down brushing the outside of his legs in your frantic spasming.
He's too deep, the sensations in your body edge on pain as the sheer length of his prick presses too intensely against the back of your pussy, kissing your smashed cervix with the whole of his cockhead. The feeling of his naked thighs between yours is sensual, and every breath of his body radiates through you like fire as you try to relax around him. You feel salty tears make their way down your cheeks involuntarily at the mere sensation of being so full and your mouth remains open, pleading mumbled words of unsure tumult.
"Easy there..." Halsin's deep voice reverberates through your body and his large warm hands stroke your arched back, your quaking thighs, your bunched shoulders, your tangled hair. "You're doing so good," he grunts out the reassuring words as if speaking is difficult. You feel his hand reach down and adjust your thigh to open slightly wider, shuffling sideways minutely and his calves brush yours again as he moves his legs to be flush between yours.
All at once he slowly tugs his dick from your hole, and pushes back inside your squelching heat, all the way to the back, and you utter a whining moan as the slide of his flesh is blinding. You hear him release a sharp laugh, a hint of incredulity in his tone. "Gods, you're perfect aren't you? I can't wait until you come around my cock." He repeats the gentle thrust that deeply kisses the back of your pussy in a delicious wet slide and has you gasping at the intimacy, before settling into a steady rhythm.
The thrumming beats of his thrusts take you to heights unknown. You're stretched beyond all your limits, held to the ground, speared and battered and loving every second of it. You can hear yourself moaning and gasping against the forest floor, your breath leaves puffs of steam in the light chill of night, and your hands rake finger marks through moss and grass and fallen leaves. You close your eyes, envisioning the cut form of his body glistening in sweat as he takes you, the jutting ridges of his abdomen flexing with every thrust, the muscles in his pecs jiggling as he ruts you into the ground like an animal.
The slick sounds of your soaked cunt sheathing his impressive dick and his hoarse grunts of pleasure cause your heart to thump loudly in your chest. You can feel your body attune to his movements, your pussy sucks him in with wet flutters, your belly breathes into his hands in time with each pull, your pelvis adjusts everytime he slides inside to take him better. You feel his hands move from your waist to the grass near your shoulders as he abruptly leans over you, his cock never stopping its battering. His lips find your shoulder and then your neck and suddenly he's nibbling through the tangled nest of your hair upon your skin, his hot breath causing the tiny hairs on your nape to rise as a shiver works its way down the plane of your body. His large form covers you, the heat of his body the likes of a sensual furnace that warms your back.
He's panting wildly, hot gusts of his breath dampening your skin and hair as he grunts his pleasure into the back of your head. With each press of his cockhead into your core, he pants in rhythm, just as taken with the incredible sensations of your joining as you are.
All at once his weight rests partially upon you, and he sucks a large swath of your skin in his mouth, his shoulder dipping as one arm slides across the arched plane of your ribs, and trails over the swell of your abdomen. You know it's destination before it reaches you, and his hips slow in their cadence as his fingers crawl closer to where you're joined, the fat swell of his prick now resting snugly in the dripping clutch of your cunt. You can feel the flushed heat of his arm pressed against your body as his fingers finally meet their mark, the heavy weight of his chest on your aching back, and the unyeilding press of his hips behind you.
The first swipe of his broad fingers over your clit have you crying out loudly, the zap of electric pleasure causing your body to jerk under him and your pussy to flutter sharply. You feel every undulation around his dick, and Halsin moans in your ear softly as your body responds to his ministrations. You feel the maddening sensations of his fingers as they brush your skin, massage your clit, and stroke through your lips tenderly, and immediately a pleasured relief washes through you in bolts of light headed ecstasy.
Your core is hot as magma with all the focused attention and your voice cracks as you suddenly peak. The rush of sexual rapture takes over your body and you shudder violently through a mind bending orgasm, the walls of your cunt wildly clasping around his cock and your abdomen fluttering with contracting pulses of release. The slick wetness of your hole gushes around the plugging dam of his dick and Halsin groans into your shoulder low and gravelly, his body tense around you and his breath catching in his throat. You moan headily, relaxing into the ground, rocking forward and squeezing the muscles in your thighs, relishing the deep throbbing pulse of his cock as you finally come around his form.
As you float back down from euphoria you hear a deep carnal growl as his body shudders above yours. You feel the rigid line of his cock pull slowly out of your channel, and your pussy suckles the length as if your body doesn't want him to leave. Your mouth answers similarly with a set of exclamations, pleading for him to stay. "No no, ah... back inside..." You hear a satisfied hum and his large hands manhandle you again onto your back, the cool bed of dewy moss sending shivers through your body. You know you're covered in specks of dirt and grass and moss and couldn't care a single bit at the state of your dirty body, as the filth of your pleasure remains at the forefront of your wants and needs.
"Mmm, I'm still here..." Halsin fits his body in between your spread thighs and with two fingers he eases your entrance to open for him again, and slides back inside of you in an achingly gentle press. You move your hands up the curve of his muscled arms with curious fingers and clutch at the ridges of his back, your legs lift to wrap around the thick trunk of his waist, your body welcomes him inside in a warm caress. His eyes dilate as he pushes inside of you and the hand that had been holding your hole open for his cock smooths hotly up the side of your body to caress the back of your head against the ground, gripping your hair in a tangled grasp. His other hand clasps your thigh around him in a sturdy hold, his fingers dipping sensually across your skin.
Halsin's expression is a mix of something akin wonder with the hint of a deep intruigue as he looks down at you and you feel the inkling of a presence in your head, a mental prodding from your alien connection. You stare into his face, and feel his thumb gently caress the side of your cheek, his hips rocking shallowly which causes warm pleasure to surge through your pelvis.
The sight of the stars peaking through forest canopy and falling leaves gently raining down upon the both of you in the quiet grove leave you awash in an erotic bliss as you open your mind to him, letting him inside your mental faculties.
You see yourself laid out before him, flushed with ecstasy and moaning, your brows turned upward, your lips open in a silent gasp, your breath heaving under your breast. Your legs astride his hips and fingers reaching around his broad shoulders are sweat slicked and soft, your toes are curling at his ministrations and your legs are quivering in his gentle hold as your cunt suckles maddeningly around his swollen cock.
You see the vision of how he sees you, a tantalizing seductress of unparallelled might, taking him deeply, filled with a searing, irresistible heat radiating from you in waves of ecstatic flames, calling to the urgent beast inside of him, tempting the crackling bonds of his shackled control.
You feel your body just as he does, warm, wet, wrapped deliciously around his body and mind, the way your core undulates along his length in a tight caress, your legs hitched at his waist, the feel of your soft thighs at his fingertips, and the tangled locks of hair in his palm as he cups the side of your face.
You breathe as he breathes, deeply connected with the roots of the land, buried inside of the earth as his body is buried in your core, the gasping wind exhaling through the falling leaves in the grove matches the rhythm of your heaving lungs, the rain slicked earth beads with dew like the sweat that drips down your exerted bodies.
You crave the carnality of your attraction the way he does, a rippling inferno of want swelling in the thick of your loins, the raging intoxication of sheer need, the dangerous slip of control as your submission breeds his dominance. You feel the deep well of an animalistic hunger breach the gates of your connection and howl its bestial mating call into your mind.
The beast inside of him wants the tantalizing thrill of a hunt, to partake in the raw ecstasy of a throbbing carnal rut.
Your body is alight in pleasure, each nerve ending sparking with tickling shivers of anticipation as your minds collide in unending sensations. You understand his words from earlier more clearly, and open your mind to his, unleashing the wild lustful hunger you have of him in washes of your own need, desperate to answer his desires with one of your own.
The beast inside of him calls to you in a single gutteral command.
Omega...
You throw back your head in a strangled gasp, your pussy pulsing around him wildly, clenching his swollen prick in the throes of a sudden onset violent passion. Your trembling thighs outright shake in his arms and you violently curl your body around his as your cries pierce the night air in long whines of completion. Your stretched hole squirts a gush of liquid pleasure over your bodies as a rush of heat floods your bones and blood. Never before have you felt such a rush of wild ecstasy, never before have you succumbed to such a feral animalistic need to submit before such pleasure. Never before had a single word decimated your bodily control and leave you shaking in rapture.
Halsin's ensuing groan morphs into a strangled howl as he begins to rut you in long even strokes. His unbridled dominance takes you to the edge of another precipice, his hips pumping solidly against your spread thighs. He's not reaching quite as deep as before with his rough humping and you feel suddenly aware of a new swelling pressing heavily at your entrance with every thrust.
He sits back on his knees and grips a sweaty hip in one large hand, the other stroking your body as you writhe on the forest floor beneath him. He shucks your thighs around his hips as he continues to work himself inside of you rhythmically and you take the opportunity to feel the muscled planes of his back and sides with your calves and feet, relishing in the intimacy of being wholly wrapped around his body. As he continues, you take in the visage of his form. His expression looks wild, his eyes aglow in a shining gold, his tawny hair untamed and slipping over his shoulders, surely tickling the skin there. The broad bulge of his muscles that form his neck and chest are clenched, his upper body taut as he grips your legs and waist, his arms are a visage of pure strength and brawn as they hold you aloft, and you clench headily. The solid planes of his ridged abdomen flex with every thrust, and the rippling firmness is mesmerizing in the beat of his motions.
And even further down your eyes confirm a slick bulbous swelling kissing your nether lips with every squelching press. Something primal inside of you recognizes what it is and a needy whine spills from your lips as you blatantly stare at your connection. You need that inside of you.
As if on queue, he shifts to lean over your body again, hiking your thighs higher on hips hips, and rocking his cock incessantly in your drooling hole, the muscled weight of his body blocking your view of his new anatomy. A hand strokes the back of your head and he's kissing you deeply, his tongue dancing along yours in a mind melting surge of passion. His lips against yours are soft and sensual, the dual sensations of your pussy being fuller than it's ever been and your mouth tasting the thick presence of Halsin's tongue brings you ever closer to the oblivion you so desire to crest. He slips his tongue from your mouth and holds your head steady, as he looks down at you like a man starved.
"Let me in, Omega..."
You clench again, that heady gruffness lacing his words unlocking something instinctual in your desires. You moan loudly and your eyes slip shut momentarily in a rush of pleasure. Your body is soaked with intoxicting pleasure, every nerve ending alight with a newfound want. You're so close to the release you crave. You're desperate for him to join you. You feel the rumble of his groan turn into a deep growl and open your eyes to watch his mouth stretch open in a gasp of pleasure, new sharp teeth jutting downard and glistening in the moonlight. The warmth of his body atop yours ignites in a searing heat, the hair on his chest and arms thickening into a soft dense coat of fur as he raises up off of you, sharply knocking his swollen knot against your entrance brutally.
His hands move quickly down your body, one grasps your hip, the thumb spreading one side of your pussylips, the other pressing intently on your abused clit, fondling your overstimulated button with a well practiced ease. Your back arches intensely, your legs widen as far as they can, your muscles shake with exertion, and your vision dances with watery stars.
He surges deeply within you, beginning to squeeze the knob of his swollen base inside your hole in a frantic press. You're still shaking from sensation but you cut a glance down to your groin and watch as his hand fists the bulge of his base in what looks to be a near painful grip in order to get the mast past your entrance. As the swelling eases into of you, your body seems to understand and pull him deeper and all at once the inflated knot slips past the ring of your entrance and something locks in place as he's deeper than he had ever been before, crashing solidly at the back of your pussy. His roar of completion echoes just as loudly as your own shout and suddenly he's collapsing on top of you in a graphic moaning mess, the muscles on his back clenching and bunching as his spine lengthens and coarse furry hair grows and wanes in a ripple down his whole body. Your legs are kicking back and forth frantically, the new stretching sensation so wide you're afraid he's cleaved you in two.
The heavy weight of his fat cock is pulsing steadily in a violent throb that you feel thrum through your whole body. He's moaning softly in your ear as his body lurches forward into you. A pooling warmth grows hot in your belly and you realize he's still coming inside of you, sticky ropes of spend coating your insides in thick rivulets.
You're moaning uncontrollably, whispering pleasured words of affirmation into his ears as they rest at your cheek. "Oh fuck that feels so good..." The hot splash of come fills you in a way you haven't felt before, a wet drip is so utterly filthy, so decadent, so satisfying. The gush of his seed and the slick wetness of your battered pussy floods you, coating his throbbing cock and your walls in a soothing warm sensation despite being stretched beyond your wildest dreams.
His arms snake under your arching spine and he grips your lower back to press you flush against his pelvis, as if trying to bury even deeper. A guttural Take it is all you can hear before another surge of his body enraptures you.
"M...more..." You're weeping in his arms, your stretched cunt sore and inflamed, and you try to remain still, relax against him as his other arm cradles your shaking and trembling form in a secure hold. His animalistic whining moans recede as he gnaws softly at your shoulder, his lips and teeth reverting back to normal. His hands are still hot against your trembling back, but they're firm and sturdy, holding you aloft as his hips gently rock forward in tiny spasms.
"Guh..." you groan feeling your whole body ache now that pleasure is receding. Your cervix throbs dully, your thighs burn, your pelvis feels numb. Your lower back twinges in his grip and you arch and contract slightly to find a relief but your unintentional rocking pulls on his lock inside of you causing him to gasp and shudder, the swell pulsing heavily, and the smashed tip of his cockhead grinding bruisingly.
You hear him grunt and he reaches down towards your core, bringing his legs closer to a kneel, to help his arm snake in between you. He rests his forehead in the crook of your neck as he delicately prods your connection with his fingers, stroking down your lips, and testing the stretch. "Hmmm..." his voice weighs in a contemplative tone as his fingers probe and feel. He tilts his hips which pulls ever so slightly at the entrance to your core and you gasp at the sharp pain and tighten your legs to keep him sheathed, and he immediately stills.
You smooth a hand up the side of a trembling arm. "Ah, stay..." Your hoarse voice cuts through the air and you nuzzle where his pointed ears and the sharp ridge of his jaw meet, your thighs clenching again at his waist. He relaxes again into you, the swollen knot sinking back down into the flesh of your pussy, and an erotic surge washes over your body again, your core fluttering wildly, pulling a strangled grunt from Halsin as he holds himself above you.
"Did I hurt you?" His voice is gruff and he's still panting at your shoulder. You can feel each breath from his soft belly expanding against yours.
"Mmm, no." You whisper into the night, stroking his head and back in long petting swipes. "I almost wish we could go again..."
Halsin snorts, sounding amused and you hear the soft murmuring of insatiable as he tests your connection again, jostling the receding bulge in your cunt and moving your thighs against his hips. The movement tugs again and your sore pussy protests the movement. You grip his arms and make another noise of discomfort.
"Ah fuck," he grunts "I'll be out in a moment..." he reaches down and holds your hip in his palm, using a thumb to press one side of your pussy lips, and slowly pulls. The resistance is blinding and you can hear yourself crying out, his excruciating tug feeling painful and needling. All at once your cunt releases him and he slides free, a wash of immediate relief cooling your bones and your inner walls contracting solidly. A steady flow of viscous liquid trails out of you in a splash, the warmth of his seed feeling slightly ticklish as it drips down the cleft of your ass. Your hole smarts, a dull throbbing ache of pain both satisfying and debilitating.
Halsin immediately falls to the side, clutching his cock in one hand and laying next to you, panting in rhythm, your bodies prone on the forest floor, and deliciously oversensitized. You know you'll have a tough time walking back to camp but don't linger on those thoughts too long as your sheer satisfaction radiates from every pore.
"I knew I could take it." You would be smug if your whole body wasn't absolutely wrecked from the pounding you had just experienced.
He barks out a short laugh, and his panting breaths even out to a soft sigh. "Next time I won't hold back for as long as I did."
You may not make it back to camp tonight, but Halsin is warm, your bodies are spent, and you have the rest of the waning moons descent to bask in the afterglow, dreaming of another day, another clearing, and another wild romp alone in the woods without a care in sight.