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There's little you enjoy more than the sounds of a peaceful Summer night.
The delightful chittering song of crickets, the soft call of the owls talking, the warm breeze gently disturbing the trees... the slap of the great Archdruid Halsin's hips colliding with your ass as he fucks his oversized cock deep into your all too accommodating pussy.
You grip tight at the sheets below you, back arching as you curl your legs around your very large lover's hips, dragging him in deeper with every thrust. "That's so good," You tell him earnestly, toes curling in the air behind him.
Being fucked in a bed is quite the new experience for you and Halsin. You've never complained about roughing it at camp, the thin bedrolls, or the grasstains on your knees from a rousing night rolling around with your favourite companion—but when your tired party had stumbled through a small village, a lovely, welcoming, safe village—nary a goblin or undead nightmare in sight, it wasn't all that difficult to persuade Halsin into a night at the Rose N' Thorn Inn.
One satisfying dinner and secluded, private room away from all of your camp mates later, you were pressed into the wall and kissed until you could no longer breathe right—strong thigh pressing up between your legs and deft fingers unlacing your clothes, only ceasing when you were lying in a wet patch (of your own creation) in the middle of the too-soft mattress.
Halsin didn't stop there of course, his cock revealed itself seconds later and that's how you'd ended up as you are now—flat on your back and taking it like the good girl your druid lover always tells you that you are.
"Mmm, you are truly a delight to behold, my heart." Halsin coos, his hands pushing up under your knees and holding you open, splitting your legs wide as he feeds every last centimetre of his shaft into your hungry cunt. "And this pussy... Like the softest velvet inside."
You keen at his unbearably sweet and surprising praise, flushing hot from the roots of your hair to the very tip of your toes. He leans down over you and you trail your fingers up his chest as he comes, the hair decorating his body tickling your skin, then his mouth slants over yours and you are once again reminded of how much you love to kiss this hulking mass of a man. Halsin kisses you like it's the first time he's seen you in years, or perhaps even like it's going to be last time he ever will—every goddamned time. His mouth moves in slow, sultry tandem with yours, tongue tasting, teeth tugging, nudging your jaw open further so he can explore you thoroughly. It leaves you dazed, chest heaving, nails curling hard against his scarred skin and trying to get him closer, closer, closer...
"Hm." The druid pulls away, his russet hair loose from its usual braided back style and falling over his tattooed face. He smiles, strained, likely as you've been clenching down on him while he kissed you. "Feels like you're ready to give me another, sweet one, am I right?"
You nod, working a hand between the two of you to get your fingers on your clit, rubbing your slick bud with fervour. Soft whimpers escape with each thrust, your thigh shaking in Halsin's grip.
"Good girl." He says, sitting back to give you a little space to work your digits against your most sensitive place, turning his chin and pressing wet kisses along your calf. "Give me your release and then I want you on your belly."
Oh, how can he say such things with no embarrassment? You feel so shy under his piercing, attentive gaze—like you're the only thing that exists in this world with him and he sees nothing else but your flushed face, glistening lips and glassy eyes.
"Shit." You curse, tipping your head back as Halsin's thrusts press precise, each one measured and so, so, so fucking deep—it feels incredible. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm—"
Everything in your body zeroes in on the feeling of the druid's cock sliding inside you and your fingers playing at your clit—tensing and then relaxing all at once, then you shake and spasm and spill, gushing hot and hard around the shaft still unyielding inside you. Halsin moans, low, almost gutteral, whispering praise that makes you tremble around him.
"Yes, yes, yes—beautiful, precious thing, give all of it to me." He releases your legs and brings his hands to your face, taking you in his strong grip as you hold onto his wrists, allowing him to lift you up off the pillows and kiss across your cheeks. You clench and moan, still feeling him pressed within you, wriggling in the aftershocks of your second climax. "Now. Get on your belly for me, my heart."
Halsin pulls himself from you then and sits back on his knees, watching you grunt with effort and roll yourself over onto your stomach, stretching your legs out behind you as much as you can with your lover in the way. He chuckles as your feet prod against his chest and he takes your ankles in his hands, kissing the tips of your toes before he shifts and places them down in the space he's left unoccupied. You feel the mattress move below you as he crawls up over your body, your thighs trapped between his knees as he essentially mounts you, palms pushing at your ass cheeks apart until his cock is pushing through the spread. You hum, smiling as you press your face into the pillows in front of you and close your eyes, rocking your hips.
"Gods, aren't you lovely?" The head of Halsin's dick presses against you harder and you wonder if he's pushing it down with his thumbs as he humps down on you. He shifts down a little lower and the very tip of him catches against your other, unused entrance, and you gasp, giving a full-body shudder. "Oh, apologies, sweet girl." He doesn't sound fucking sorry at all. "I wonder if one blessed day you'd allow me to partake here too. I so desire to have every part of you you'd consent to me, my beloved."
By Silvanus and all the other gods above, you want him to break you.
"Halsin, my dearest, please—" You turn your head as much as you can, arching and bending your back to expose more of your pulsing holes to him. "I want your cock, please give me all you have, I want everything—"
"You needn't beg me, love, I will oblige your every desire." The Archdruid promises, sitting back a little further as he pushes his cock down, the head stretching your sex open. "Ahhh, I'll never tire of how your body welcomes me in."
You feel his lips at your back as he presses the entirety of his very large penis inside of you, kissing encouragement into your damp skin while you cry as he fills you once again. "Fuck, yesssss..."
Halsin smiles, you feel his teeth, and he opens his mouth and drags his tongue along your spine. "Tell me how you want it, my heart."
"Rough." Your answer is immediate, voice muffled in the pillow, "Ruin me, Halsin, please."
Famous last words, probably.
The noise Halsin makes is feral. He's a wildshape druid, it's not surprising, and yet the gravel in the sound still catches you off-guard. "Are you certain? I don't wish to harm you."
"Gods, you won't, you won't—" You writhe under your lover's hips, pinned between the mattress and his cock, "Please, please, please..."
Then, to your immense pleasure, one of Halsin's large hands comes to your head, fingers curling into your hair—tight, at the front roots and he bears down on your body with the other held at your lower back, crushing you into the sheets, using his full weight to leverage his dick hard into your body. The sound you make is diabolical, every last ounce of air wheezing from your lungs in an extended whine of ecstasy, wanting nothing more than to squirm and writhe back on the length spearing your insides but knowing you're not going anywhere in the Archdruid's iron grip.
"Then I shall do my very best for you," Halsin leans down and uses his grip on your hair to turn your head to one side, tipping his head and covering your open mouth with his and kissing you with such ferocity you feel your loins tingle and sex clench around the pulsing cock buried inside you. His lips break from yours, trailing across your cheek and up to your ear, voice like the sweetest honey, "You tell me immediately if it's too much for you, my heart. Immediately. Say you will."
"I will." You huff, eyelids fluttering as he traces the shape of your earlobe with his tongue.
"That's my sweet girl." Halsin presses a kiss to your temple and then pushes your head back to the pillows, the fingers on the hand on your lower back spreading, bracing you. "Now let's make that body sing."
And that's the last of his gentleness.
There's little more that you can do than take, and by all the gods, you take. You lie boneless, mouth hanging open in a sick smile, these little grunts and whimpers spilling with each powerful thrust Halsin delivers. The echo of your skin slapping against one another's is thunderous, your ass will be so badly bruised after this—you'll walk bowlegged, try to sit at the fire next night you camp and everyone in your party will know just how viciously your beloved Halsin fucked you.
Good, you think, you want them to know. Want them to smell it on you, see it in the uncomfortable shift of your hips, in the way your feet stutter along the dirt paths you treck.
"Ah, I feel you squeezing me, sweet girl." Halsin's husky voice pushes through your thoughts. "What are you thinking about? Surely you can't focus on anything but my cock so deep inside you, splitting you open—fucking you so good?" He moans then as you pulse around him, his thrusts stopping momentarily so he can wiggle his hips flush to your ass, digging the tip of his dick as unbearably far down inside as he can.
"I-I'm going to—nnnggghh—going to come." You gasp, ragged, letting him grip your hair tighter and pull you back, your body arching to accommodate the small shift in position.
"Already? How kind." Halsin gives no warning, just holds fast and begins to pound his cock into your cunt.
You all but scream as your orgasm tears through you, fingers curling so hard at the sheets below somewhere in your distant fully functional mind you worry they might tear. Stars burst behind your eyelids as the sharp pleasure rips through you, body trembling, sweat beading at your temples—the druid's pace never slows even as you thrash about in his grip, sobbing through the intensity, tears of complete and utter bliss streaming down your cheeks and soaking the pillowcase below.
"Very good, beloved, you're doing so well." Halsin praises, the depth in his tone rumbling through where you're both connected. He continues to thrust, pushing your head down into the pillows and angling his hips, maintaining his bruising pace. Your legs bend, kicking your heels into his back as he fucks you right through your sensitivity, movements futile from where your thighs are trapped between his knees. "You truly are a sight to behold. All of nature pales in comparison to you, dear one, nothing could even come close."
"I bet—" You find your voice and yet it sounds nothing like you, pitched low and hoarse and cock-drunk, "Bet you say that to all the girls."
And you laugh, delirious, eyes rolling back, letting your large lover leverage you back onto his shaft. You reach your peak again—or perhaps you've never stopped—but you push down hard, forcing Halsin's length from you and the bed below you soaks. You're crying, trembling like a leaf on the sheets as he coos softly and lifts from your legs, the freedom to move now rendered useless from how spent you feel.
"Oh, my love, my sweet, sweet girl." The Archdruid slips his arms beneath you and lifts your limp body up to him. "Come here, come here to me." It's a phrase he says to you so often and though his arousal is clear in the roughness of his voice, you feel the sweetness and absolute adoration seep through the words and straight through you.
You allow your beloved to maneuver you how he wants, and you end up seated in his lap, arms curled around his neck and fingers smoothing over his hair. You open your eyes and smile at him, feeling his cock press hard against your stomach where you sit. "You haven't come."
"Irrelevant," He chuckles, big arms strong around you, stealing away every thought that you could go plummeting backward. "Let me gaze upon you a while. I wish to finish inside you if you'd allow, but I know you're spent."
"Mmm." The very idea of Halsin spilling inside you has you shivering in his embrace. "I want it, Halsin, you know I'd never not want it."
"Is that so?" He smiles, nuzzling his nose to yours and placing a few tender kisses to your lips. "Why don't you go ahead and take it from me then? Take my seed from me, my heart. It all belongs to you."
You lift your hips, reaching down with trembling fingers to take a hold of his thickness and guide him back inside—the emptiness immediately melting away as you sink down on his shaft, taking every last delightful inch. "Thank you for listening to me. Fucking me how I wanted. I know you like to be in control of yourself, but I do enjoy it when you let loose."
"It's the beast in me, beloved." Halsin gasps as you swivel your hips, teeth catching at your lip. "The urge to use you can be impossibly—ahhh—strong. I'll have you in whichever way you'll let me, of course."
"I belong to you, my love." You brush the sweaty hair back off his face and rock yourself on top of him, slick, used pussy sliding up and down his cock with ease. "Body and heart."
Halsin doesn't need much. You kiss him deeply, clawing your fingers at his shoulders as you ride him, his grip tightening the closer he draws to his climax—you whisper soft words of encouragement to him, praising him just as sweetly as he had you, and then his hands clasp at your hips and he jerks up against your cunt once, twice, and then spills. It's hot, filling you up to the point of overflowing—you can feel it escaping and dribbling back down over him.
"I love you." You tell him as he peppers kisses all over your face, neck and chest.
"As I love you." Halsin replies, lying the two of you down gently. "I don't suppose you have the energy to make use of the bath?"
"Oh?" You drag a hand over his broad back, legs still wrapped firm around his waist even as he rests his weight on top of you. "Is the Great Archdruid Halsin actually considering bathing indoors? No nearby lakes you wish to sample the waters of?"
"I seriously doubt your ability to walk anywhere near water right now, sweet girl." Halsin teases, "You'd fall in and be contented to let the fish swim away with you."
You laugh, smacking at his back lightly. "Ridiculous."
And with that, you allow your beloved druid to lift you from the mattress, the night outside still teeming with peaceful sounds, Summer breeze rustling the curtains.