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Astarion laid down on his bedroll, preparing to trance. It had been a long day of slogging through the Underdark, and he missed the sun. The Underdark was damp. The mushrooms grew like trees, and there were just so many. He had no interest in them, but Gale had ooh'd and ah'd over every one he found. Their progress was marred by the wizard stopping to collect samples everywhere they went. It was annoying.
Astarion's keen ears picked up the sound of someone moaning, and his eyes flitted open. Was someone in the camp getting laid? Good for them. He smiled wickedly as he wondered who it was. But there was only one voice. Maybe someone was giving themselves a little one on one with their hand. Again, good for them. Maybe if his companions spent a little more time with themselves more often everyone would be less tense.
He closed his eyes and tried to drift into his trance again, but the moaning continued, and he had an air of desperation to it. Astarion's curiosity outweighed his need to trance, and he rolled off his bedroll and stood up. He tended to trance in the nude, so he wrapped a dressing gown around himself and stepped out of his tent to investigate.
The sound came from Gale's tent. Astarion's smile returned. So the wizard was game for a little self-service. Astarion crept closer on silent bare feet. The vampire prowled like a cat, sticking to shadows. Not a difficult task in the Underdark. He listened outside the tent, cocking his ear to the oiled canvas.
Gale's voice came soft and pathetic. "Please, please no, by the gods, please."
Astarion arched a brow. The wizard didn't sound happy. "Gale, are you all right?" he called. He kept his voice low so as not to disturb the other companions in their tents.
Gale's moaning cut off, and then his voice came again, trembling, "Ah, Astarion. Sorry to wake you. I'm all right. Go to bed."
Astarion had to know what was going on in there. "You don't sound all right," he said, sounding concerned. "Let me just..."
Just as Gale said, "No!" Astarion slipped into the tent. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.
The wizard lay on his bedroll, naked. The first thing Astarion noticed was that, for a dull scholar who lived in a tower, Gale of Waterdeep had a nice body. His shoulders were broad, and the planes of his chest were sculpted and taut, as was his belly. He had thick, luscious body hair as well, dark and soft-looking. In the dim light of the candle, his olive skin seemed almost golden.
The second thing Astarion noticed was that the wizard had a nice cock. It was thick and long and it lay on the wizard's belly, hard as stone and weeping slickness at the head. Gale sort of humped the air as he writhed. Astarion didn't understand why he didn't just use his hand, but his hands were firmly at his sides and clutched into fists.
The third thing Astarion noticed was his own cock stirring at the sight. Gale was lovely and wanting and ready. It would be so easy to seduce him, and the task wouldn't even be all that unpleasant. Astarion had certainly bedded worse. And if he could get the wizard on his side, those fireballs and lightning bolts would come in useful in the fight against his master, Cazador.
Astarion licked his lips and said, "Darling, you're in a state. Do you need help?"
Gale groaned and looked away from Astarion. "It's one of the mushrooms I found. The spores. I breathed some in, and suddenly I'm... I'm like this."
Astarion crept closer and kneeled beside Gale. "Why don't you get yourself off?"
Gale panted for every ragged breath he drew. "I tried. It only makes the malady worse. My hand isn't enough. I need more."
Astarion smiled, and he traced his fingertips around one of Gale's nipples, making the wizard moan and squirm for him. "It sounds like you do need my help. May I touch you?"
Gale hesitated, but then he nodded. "I'd never ask this of you, Astarion, but I'm in a bad way."
Astarion glanced at Gale's cock and said, "I can see that." He delicately took the thing in hand. The skin was soft and warm. It was an easy enough thing to gather some of the slickness pooled on Gale's belly, and he used the lubricant to stroke Gale's shaft. Goodness, but it was thick, and the head of his prick had a reddish tint and glistened.
Gale moaned as Astarion stroked him. He bit his fist to muffle the sound, and his hips rose and fell as he fucked Astarion's hand. He gave it his best effort, Astarion had to give him that, but in the end, he collapsed on his bedroll and whimpered, "It's not enough. I need more."
Astarion said, "Poor darling. Yes, let's get you more. I'm going to use my mouth on you, all right?" He wasn't sure why he was asking permission along the way, save that it's what he would've wanted in those countless encounters he had at Cazador's behest.
Gale nodded and said, "All right."
Astarion gripped the base of Gale's cock and held it up so he could get a good look. The vein on the underside throbbed, and amidst the musk of Gale's arousal, Astarion scented his blood. He moaned, himself, and then he gave the cock a long lick from base to head. Gale sounded like he was being tortured, but he begged, "Please, Astarion. Please, I need it. Please use your mouth. Your lovely, delectable lips. I need them."
Flattery never hurt. Astarion didn't tire of it. "If you insist, darling," he said. Then he took the throbbing head into his mouth, savoring the warmth and the bitter-salty taste of his slickness. He whirled his tongue around the underside, licking at that vein all the way to the sensitive spot under the head. Gale cried out and bit his fist again. Astarion took him down as far as he could, to where his lips met his curled fingers.
What a warm and wonderful mouthful. Astarion hollowed his cheeks so that when he lifted his head, the suction would tantalize Gale further. Then he descended again, devouring the wizard.
Gale fucked Astarion's mouth as best he could, squirming and humping. The fist not being bitten curled in his hair. Astarion worked him over thoroughly, sucking and bobbing his head. One pale hand crept up Gale's golden body and pinched and tweaked one of his nipples. That got another cry from the wizard, but he still didn't come.
Gale sobbed, "Stop, please stop. I'm more aroused than I was before. I'm going to lose my mind. It's not enough. I need more."
Astarion pulled off Gale's cock and wiped his mouth and chin on the sleeve of his dressing gown. This was going to require more of his considerable skill. He continued to stroke Gale's dick lazily as he considered his options. "There is something we can try. It's rather intimate, but it might work."
Gale said, "Whatever it is, do it. Please, Astarion. I can't breathe!"
Astarion knew if the wizard was talking he was breathing. But he did sound rather panicked. "I need something slick. What do you have that I might use?"
Gale flailed a hand at his little work bench where specimens of mushrooms lay sliced opened among notebooks describing their qualities. There were also bottles lined up filled with the gods only knew what. "The brown bottle with the green label," Gale panted.
Astarion got up and walked over to the bench. He plucked up the bottle and read the label. It said 'Grease.' "Well," Astarion said, "that will certainly do the trick." He came back over to Gale and said, "I need you to spread your legs, darling. I'm going to put my fingers inside of you."
Gale bit his lip and looked at Astarion with hesitation, but then he nodded and said, "Okay. If it will alleviate my condition, I'll try anything."
Astarion chuckled and said, "Don't make promises you can't keep." He knelt between Gale's legs, and he uncorked the bottle. Inside was a yellowish, viscous substance. It didn't have any particular scent, and Astarion wasn't inclined to taste it to find out if it had a flavor. He poured some onto his fingers, and they came away slick. Perfect.
He returned to Gale, knelt between his legs, and said, "Lift your knees, darling. I need you to expose yourself to me."
Gale tilted his hips, and Astarion took a good look. Below Gale's pendulous balls was a hairy stretch of perinium that terminated in a tight pucker. Astarion circled it with a fingertip and asked, "Have you ever been penetrated before?"
Gale shook his head. "I've never done more than mouth stuff with a man, back in my college days at Blackstaff Academy."
Astarion clucked his tongue and said, "I should think, in the name of research, that you should do it all, darling."
Gale grimaced and said, "If it'll get me some relief, I might try to."
Astarion's cock was semi-hard at this point. He tried to ignore in favor of focusing on Gale. It was the wizard's pleasure he was chasing. Gale would owe him for this, and he could use that to his advantage. "I'm going to penetrate you now," he said. Then he did, first with one slippery finger that slid right in. It was a tight fit, though.
Gale gasped, and he squirmed around the invading finger, but then he relaxed. "I'm not sure how this is meant to help," he said, "but it feels all right."
Astarion worked the digit in and out, waiting for Gale's hole to relax somewhat. When it did, he introduced a second finger, and he went searching for the wizard's prostate. He knew he'd found it when Gale jumped and exclaimed, "Oh! Oh... oh my goodness."
Astarion smiled and worked him over, fucking him with his fingers and teasing that sensitive spot. Gale's cock throbbed, drooling slickness. It was a lewd and needful thing. Astarion descended upon it again, taking it into his mouth while he fingered Gale.
Gale fucked Astarion's mouth, grinding his hips desperately. Astarion had to focus on not gagging on that mammoth thing. He settled into a rhythm of sucking and finger-fucking. He was positive it would get Gale off. Few could hold out under Astarion's ministrations.
Gale tried. He humped and squirmed and gripped Astarion's hair to guide his head, frenzied from the lust coursing through him. Astarion had had demanding lovers before, and he found a calm place inside of him so he could let it happen. Alas, after several minutes of oral fucking, Gale collapsed back on his bedroll and whimpered. "It's still not working. I'm so close, but I need more."
Astarion pulled off his cock and gasped for a breath he didn't really need. "Oh, my poor darling wizard. Whatever shall we do?" He stroked Gale steadily, and he though about what tactic to take. He could fuck Gale, but that might leave the wizard yet unsatisfied. Then again, he could be the one to get fucked. Gale could have his way with him, and that might do the trick.
Astarion withdrew his fingers from Gale and instead slipped two of them into himself.
"What are you doing?" Gale asked.
Astarion said, "What needs must, darling. You're clearly in a state. You need something exquisite, and I am nothing if not exquisite." He worked his hole open, sliding in a third finger, and he eyed Gale's prick. Something of that size pounding into him relentlessly was bound to hurt. Best he control the potential damage. "Remain on your back and let me take care of everything."
Once Astarion felt stretched enough, he poured more of the slick substance from the bottle and worked it over Gale's shaft. He was liberal with the stuff. There was no such thing as too much lubricant. Once it was well-coated, Astarion came up to straddle Gale's hips, and he slowly seated himself on the wizard's cock.
Gods, it was a snug fit. Astarion hadn't felt so full in decades. He took it slowly for his own sake. Meanwhile, beneath him, Gale whimpered and bit his lower lip. "Astarion," he mumbled, "Oh, Astarion."
Astarion purred, "That's right, darling. Say my name." So few of his trysts had ever cared to learn it let alone say it. When he was fully seated on Gale's cock, he paused to rest. He winced as it throbbed violently inside of him. It wasn't the wizard's fault he was well-endowed, but it was a bit of a challenge even for a seasoned lover like Astarion.
"Astarion," Gale whimpered. "It feels so good. I'm so close. Please!"
Astarion smiled as he rocked his hips slowly. "Please what, darling?"
Gale replied, "Please fuck me. Ride me. Whatever you want."
Astarion relished the sound of Gale begging. His droll and melodious voice sobbing out vulgar requests instead of pontificating on any number of boring subjects. It was a good sound for Gale. Astarion wanted to hear more of it. His rocking gradually picked up pace. "Whatever I want?" His dick was hard now, jutting out of his dressing gown, which had fallen open.
Gale nodded quickly. "Anything you want. Please, just do it. I can't take it anymore. Please!"
Astarion sighed. Music to his ears. He could ride the wizard slowly all day just to hear him make those sounds. However, he reminded himself, he was here to alleviate Gale's pain and to gain his favor. So he began to ride Gale in earnest, lifting off of him and descending again, repeating the gesture over and over. "There you are, darling," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."
Gale gripped Astarion's hips, and together, they fucked in a frenzy. Astarion moved his body with erotic ease. He knew just what to do, how to roll his hips, how to arch his back and look beautiful for his lover. He ran his hands over his body, pinching and tugging at his nipples. His gasp of pleasure wasn't faked. His cock bobbed and leaked slickness onto Gale's belly, and one of his hands slid down his body to take himself in a firm grip as he started stroking. He hadn't planned to get off tonight, but what could he say? The wizard was doing it for him.
He let go and let Gale set the pace. His body moved with Gale's hands, pulling him down and lifting him up. It was relentless and hard, and Astarion was glad he hadn't gone sparingly on the grease. Every time he pinched his nipple a little jolt of pleasure went right to his cock, which was getting ample attention from his hand. He felt himself getting close, and he told Gale, "Darling, I can't hold out much longer."
Gale grunted an acknowledgement and fucked faster, harder still. "So close," he muttered.
Astarion again let go. He pleasured himself shamelessly as he rode Gale, and his climax came hard. He shuddered, spasmed, and his cock shot ropes of thick white liquid onto Gale's belly and chest. He cried out, uncaring of anyone who might hear him. He had nothing to hide.
Gale didn't seem to care about being overheard either. He cried out Astarion's name over and over until, with a roar, he finally bucked his hips up to bury himself deep, and his cock throbbed, loosening its seed.
Gale collapsed under Astarion, who draped himself over him, uncaring of how it smeared his semen on both of their bodies. Astarion rested his head on Gale's chest and listened to his frantic heartbeat calming down. Gale curled his fingers in Astarion's hair to stroke rather tenderly, and Astarion closed his eyes and smiled. Such gentle gestures had been few and far between in his life before he'd met Gale. Astarion murmured, "Do you feel better, darling?"
Gale said softly, "Yes, and I can't thank you enough. You didn't have to do this."
Astarion chuckled, then winced as the motion made his insides twinge from overstimulation. He drew himself off of Gale's flagging cock and laid down beside him, curling up in his arms. "Apparently, I did," he said. "Someone did, anyway."
Gale replied, "I won't forget what you've done for me. We barely know one another, and this is all rather a lot."
For Gale, it probably was. For Astarion, it was just another night, only this time he didn't have to bring Gale back to Cazador's palace to feed his master. He smiled at that thought. That he could just leave Gale alone and he would be there tomorrow, pontificating about spell components and cooking up a meal for the group.
Astarion placed a kiss on Gale's cheek, then he sat up and gathered his dressing gown around himself. "Well, darling, since you seem to be much better, I will let you get some sleep, but do be careful with unknown mushrooms in the future."
Gale sighed, and he let Astarion go only grudgingly. "Thank you, again. I feel like I could sleep for a week. I'll be sore in the morning."
Astarion felt an ache in his body from the wizard's sizeable prick, but he knew he would be healed by the time he got back to his own tent, and the sensation would be gone, which was a bittersweet thing. The ache was rather nice. "Don't mention it, darling. I hardly had a bad time." He wasn't going to tell Gale that he owed him. Let the wizard figure it out for himself. He waggled his fingertips at Gale in a parting wave and slipped out of the tent. Once he was back in his own, he slipped out of the dressing gown, found a wash cloth and a bottle of water, and he cleaned himself up, wiping away the seed smeared on his chest and running down his inner thighs. Then he lay naked on his bedroll. It didn't take long for him to fall into a trance, and the memories he relived all involved the wizard and his insatiable appetite.