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“Night is a magical time to swim, my love. Starlit and romantic, and yet the dangers of not being able to see the tides are nothing to shake a stick at,” Gale gives you that smug smirk, even as he pulls you headlong down the docks. Stars glitter, your heartbeat racing at their brightness, the memories of your time spent in the Outer Plane still fresh in your mind from the other night.
But tonight is for mortal pleasures. Very wet ones, you laugh. Over your arm, the Wavemother’s Robe hangs, its barely-there weight only tangible as the scales of the armor seem to hum as you approach the sea.
The winds have been calm, and the sea is quieter than it was earlier today when you had paid your final visit to the Wavemother’s House.
When you got armor, the special prize for aiding those Servants… now it shimmers and seems to glow the closer you get to the secluded beach beside the seaside temple to Umberlee. “Hells, my Wizard. Can’t you just… Misty Step us where you plan to take me?” you huff, his hand pulling you closer to the soft rushing of waves on the shore.
“Now, such a hurried approach leaves much to be desired, my love. It is the ripe anticipation that will yield such delicious fruits…”
“Yeah, yeah,” you tease, reaching to flick your finger into his upper arm even as you giggle. “I love walking with you too, my love,” your voice murmurs, the sudden shift from teasing to sultry makes Gale miss a step down the way to the beach, his precious hands catching him on the rail just in time.
You call his name, your arms reaching to grab his middle, a tangle of limbs precariously close to tumbling down the stairs. But all it does is end with you in his arms, looking up into warm brown eyes and that scruffed, gorgeous face, all of it framed by the stars. “Gale—” you half-giggle, half-purr as he cups your cheek in the cradle of his palm.
“No more distractions, my love. No more detours. Or else we may miss the window to try out this new Robe for ourselves, hmm?”
Mmmm, you love it when he does this. When the academic tone turns to a low rumble, when the pedantic tone drops to a purr.
“The tides are just right, and there isn’t a fisherman in sight, which makes for perfect conditions for testing out this robe’s abilities, just the two of us…” his voice takes that sweet warm rumble as he continues, “and away from the prying eyes and listening ears of camp.”
His warm hand stays braced at your lower back, sliding down to palm your ass as he leads you to the sheltered beach. He murmurs your name, “Gods, I’ve been thinking about seeing you in this armor all day.” His thick lips twist in that smug smirk as he bites his lip. Looking like he stares at the most beautiful, most desirable sight in all Torril. That’s how he gazes at you now. And everyday. His goddess long forgotten. Now there is only you reflected back in the wet shine of his rich dark eyes.
It steals your breath, and he knows better than to wait on a reply when you’re this swept off your feet.
You manage a strangled, breathy laugh as your feet sink into the recently warm sand, and you pull your shoes off. Sand tickles your toes as each step draws you to the water’s edge. Gale stops in his tracks near a cluster of boulders, setting down the armor. “And now to disrobe before we try this Robe,” he chuckles, starlight catching in his eyes. His magic hands are quick, pulling off his own clothing first to bare that sculpted, tanned chest. Before you even have time to register it, he’s completely naked in the moonlight.
And already hard.
“Hells,” you breathe, watching his hand reach to start lazily stroking himself, your dress already half bunched at your middle as you pause.
“Go on then, don’t stand on ceremony for me,” he croons, chuckling and stroking.
You don’t need anymore encouragement, tugging the fabric off over your head and step out of your panties. Setting it all on that boulder, you take the Robe, its fabric seems to glow not with the starlight, but with the sparkling glitters that come from the waves that lap around your bare ankles.
Gale’s smug smile only deepens, those lines at his eyes and in his forehead creasing distinctly as he draws close to take the armor and open it for you, bunching it at its collar to slide it down your smooth body.
The fabric tingles, rippling on your skin, wriggling with magic as if… it was alive. Its blue scales shimmer, resplendent, you had called them, even as Gale had assured you, your beauty outstripped such a physical object. Even one that is this magical.
His warm body pulls up behind you, cockhead prodding at your ass every now and then as he slinks the armor… if you could call it that… over your head.
“You know, I was reading about this fine Robe today, curiosity piqued when I saw it. I wanted to know its magic and not just how it hypnotizes me with that deep cut of the collar, that high swoop at the tops of your supple thighs…”
You don’t need to turn to know a half-lidded gaze that bores down at you, the rolling depths of his tone enough to make you shiver. His hand slides the fabric down, smoothing the small scalloped plated fabric over your back. Skilled hands linger over your ass, the tips of his fingers sliding to the aforementioned thigh slits as they brush your skin there.
Warm lips caress the soft spans beneath your ear, and then he whispers. “You know how this Robe was made? These are no ordinary links of silver chain, my love. These are the scales of the Wavemother’s most beloved fish. Its death a great tragedy, this Robe birthed from its memory, a relic of the creature’s power and beautiful magic.”
His grip tightens suddenly on your hips, pulling your ass flush to him. You gasp, not wholly recalling his tale as you feel the press of his cock grinding on your ass.
“A creature of unparalleled beauty, the jewel of the sea…” his voice rumbles in your ear, his beard scratching and tickling the sensitive flesh of your neck. “A rare thing of beauty. Like you, my love,” his lips brush your neck, and a wanton moan slips from your mouth.
“Gale,” you breathe, eyes sliding shut to focus on the sensation of his mouth on your skin.
Waves lap higher at your ankles, your feet sinking deliciously slowly into the sand. Your head gets light with his brushing kisses and murmuring voice.
“There is yet a more wonderful secret about this Robe, however,” he’s crooning right against the whorls of your ear, sending shivers like rivulets of ice cold rain down your spine. And you just hum in response. “The moment… this garment… touches the water…”
His words are slow. Measured. And you can tell he’s waiting for something. A magical moment, perfectly timed and concocted for your pleasure.
His style of seduction, you’re coming to know about him.
A single wave kisses the fabric, making it stick to your flesh… a second skin that ripples up your every nerve with a burst of magic so pleasurable, a whimper slides off your tongue. “Hells, what was that?” you sigh, shuddering to feel Gale’s warm body pressing up behind you hard. Insistent. His hand pushing away the back panel of the Robe to bare your skin, the velvet skin of his cock slots perfectly into the groove of your ass.
The water-magic caresses your whole body now. It moves like ripples on the surface, emanating from the points where the scales touch the sea.
“Close your eyes,” comes that rough-whispered command in your ear. It always makes you shiver. Always makes you moan for him. Your body obeys him in a flash, hands pressed to the boulder beside you to brace on something, anything, as he ruts against you in earnest now. “Can you feel it? The magic of the Robe, the way the sea’s power trickles in your nerves now?”
Even with his voice strained, his hips thrusting against your ass, leave it to your beloved Wizard to teach you the magic of this gown. You huff half a laugh that dissolves into another whimper as he pushes your chest to the slippery rock and pries your legs apart.
“Focus on the magic, the way these scales shimmer against your skin, and I’ll,” he chuckles as he presses the blunted head of his cock to your own soaked folds, “focus on making you feel a different sensation, wave after wave of pleasure to drown you in.”
Gale pushes inside you, and just as his cockhead bottoms out inside your cunt, a wave sweeps up to your knees.
Filled to bursting from within, magic tingling over your from without, you constantly clench around him. Cool waters lick higher up to your knees, but the spray of the gentle sea tonight already has the Robe damp over your whole body. Heat coils in your belly, the fabric alive on your skin. A maelstrom of sensations caress you, flowing down your spine, stoppered by the heat of your coupling. But its nothing compared right now to the feeling of him fucking inside you.
Those crashing waves of pressure, that rising tide of bliss he’s conjuring in your belly drowns you entirely. Every thrust drags him over your nerves, a sweet heat to contrast the cool kiss of sea spray.
You voice pants and whines with each thrust. His own groan matches yours as he slides a hand up your thigh. You know he feels it too, the Wavemother’s magic, as his hand slides under the sopping scales to find your clit with expert precision.
“You, my love, my beloved,” he chuffs in your ear, rich praises penetrating deep into your soul, “are resplendent. Ravishing…”
His voice is thick in his throat, husky as it breaks in time with every slap of his hips against your ass.
“…prepossessing…”
You feel your walls flutter as he pushes against you harder, the Robe now soaked and quivering with its own magical life over your whole body, save where Gale pounds into you. Erratic and hard, he chases his release as you can feel your own orgasm gathering, a tempest in your belly and cunt.
He groans in your ear, tongue pilfering the depths of his vocabulary to praise you. The bigger the words, the tighter his balls were, readying to spill into you…
“Gale… I…” you heave, rocking back against his thrusts to take them deep into you, the waves of your pleasure, the waves of the sea, both swell as one crest of salt water lifts to crash on the rock, spraying you in water.
The Robe undulates, its magic bathing your body as every scale comes to life, the tremors of pleasure racing through you. You scream for him, your peak sweeping you away, arousal gushing down your damp legs, walls clenching to match his sloppy, wet-slapping thrusts.
Your name on his lips, and you can feel the burst of heat, cum coating your insides, as he spurts with long, relieved groans. Yet another wet thing to run between your legs, but this, this was your favorite.
Mouth hanging slack, you hear your wanton cries bouncing strangely off the water. “Gale… hells how did you… know this Robe would feel so…”
Out of breath, drowned in pleasure, he huffs a laugh. “If you say magical, I will call you… pulchritudinous which we have discussed as too gregarious a word for your beauty for when I’m balls deep inside you. Just to freshen your memory.” His teases tickle the back of your neck, his hips punctuating the final observation with a hard, deep thrust inside your clenched, overstimulated walls.
Pouting, you turn your head slightly with puckered lips he wastes no time in tasting on his skilled tongue. “So, you like the fruits of my research, do you, my love?”
His hand sweeps up to caress your neck, warm fingers dancing over your sweat-damp, sea-sprayed skin. And you sigh, managing a nod, still savoring the little after-waves of bliss, the Wavemother’s blessing stealing your air with its resplendency indeed.