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Karlach is going to explode. Literally. Her engine roars and her pulse races and her head fucking pounds.
The whole camp is fucking each other at this godsdamned party. Her companions are fucking each other, their guests are fucking each other, even Halsin, who seems the most preoccupied with the Shadow Druid drama and least interested in celebrating, has disappeared into the woods with Astarion and some hot tiefling girl (who is not her, gods, that should be her), presumably fucking both their brains out with his presumably giant wood-elf cock.
And nothing for Karlach, nothing for Karlach for ten fucking years because of this motherfucking good-for-nothing engine. She can’t even hug anyone. She can’t hug Clive, her beloved teddy bear, lest he go up in flames.
So here she is, sprawled out on the floor of her tent, grinding against her fingers like a madwoman, chasing her third orgasm of the night. Neither of the previous climaxes sated her desire. She wants to feel, to touch and be touched and be fucked and here comes the third and it fizzles out in a near-painful throb.
She wants to cry. She wants to scream.
That’s when she hears Gale’s voice coming from somewhere behind her tent.
“Well, I ought to get some sleep,” he says, and maybe it’s tinged by Karlach’s horny haze, but his voice sounds fucking hot. Deep, rumbly, and delicious… “As much as I appreciate the revelry, curling up with a good book is more my style.”
“Aww, c’mon, Gale,” comes Tav’s voice, “have some more wine! Come dance with us! Surely no book is thaaat interesting.”
“You wound me, Tav,” Gale says, his voice dripping with exaggerated offense to mask what probably is real offense, “books are just as magical as anything the weave can conjure.”
“I bet you’d tell me they’re better than sssex,” Tav slurs, and boy, their resident ranger is drunk drunk.
“You do know some books have sex in them, right?” Gale remarks. “Rather good sex, as a matter of fact.”
“Real sex, Gale,” Tav groans. “Y’know, the kind you can’t have.”
“I told you that in confidence,” Gale hisses.
“Oh, relax. No one’s listening.”
“No, they’re all rutting like beasts in heat,” Gale grumbles.
“Well, go have fun wanking to your books,” Tav says. “I’m gonna go dance ’til my arse falls off.”
“Enjoy yourself,” Gale says.
Karlach only spares half a second of shame towards the fact that she’s listened in on a private conversation (Gale can’t have sex? Why? Is he just that shy? Hung up over his ex? Well, she is literally a goddess—) and quickly focuses on something else: Some books have sex in them. Gale has books. Gale might have sex books. She might actually start to enjoy her wank sessions again instead of them feeling like a great big disappointing slog.
Now if she can only muster the courage to ask Gale for recommendations…
—
After dinner the next evening, when everyone is either asleep or chatting quietly by the fire, Karlach shyly strides over to Gale’s tent.
“Hey, soldier,” she says as she approaches, “can I ask you for a favour?”
“Always happy to help,” Gale replies, closing the book in his hands and setting it aside. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, you see…” How the fuck is she gonna put this? “You’ve got an awful lot of books with you.”
“That I do. Quite thankful that my bag of holding survived my abduction onto and subsequent descent from the nautiloid. Besides my resurrection pouch and healing scrolls, I keep a healthy stack of books in there at all times. That, plus all the tomes we’ve come across on our journey thus far… Come seeking a recommendation, Karlach? I didn’t know you were a reader.”
“Well, I didn’t get the opportunity much in the last decade, but before…I liked a spot of romance.” It’s true—she remembers loving the trashy novellas that were sold alongside the Gazette at her local newsstand.
“Ah, I see. Knights in shining armour, stolen kisses on balconies?” he says with a gleeful glint in his eyes. Gods, he’s going to tease her relentlessly for this, but she’s so pent up at this point that it overrides her embarrassment.
“More like stolen blowjobs in the bushes, but you’re on the right track,” she says.
Gale’s face flushes bright red. Karlach’s would have too, were her skin not already red and burning regardless.
“Um, ah, I see,” Gale stammers. “Something of the more…erotic persuasion, then.”
Karlach nods.
“Just a moment,” Gale says, ducking into his tent so quickly and awkwardly that Karlach thinks he might trip over his own feet. She hears papers rustling, what must be a pot and pan clanging together, and something going thud before Gale emerges again with a small leather-bound book in hand.
“This is a favourite of mine,” he says. “Details the love between a newlywed king and queen. The second and thirteenth chapters are especially…captivating. N-Not that I reach for it often—ah, perhaps I’ve been reaching for it more in my abrupt hermitage—“
“Good smut then, eh?”
Gale’s cheeks are pink. “Quite good.”
He hands it over to her, and the leather binding holds up in her hands, thank the gods, but when she opens it to give it a quick rifle, several of the pages start to smoke and spark at the edges.
Both she and Gale yelp in surprise; Gale utters a quick cantrip to douse the burgeoning flames, then another to dry the pages.
Well, it makes sense—paper and fire go together about as well as a rothé in a tea shop. Karlach hands it back, trying to mask how utterly disappointed she is. Gods, she just wants to get off, and the usual rotation of mental fantasies is really starting to tire…
“Well, thanks anyway,” she sighs, about to turn to leave. Gale reaches out to stop her, then quickly retracts his hand before he gets burned.
“Karlach, wait,” he says. “I could…well…”
He averts his gaze and clears his throat before he continues:
“I could read it to you, if that sounds at all appealing.”
Karlach’s gut flips upside-down. Fuck, but that sounds hot. Frankly, she’s embarrassed at how fucking hot it sounds; if you told her younger self that a wizard reading her a book in his tent would be the most action she got in a decade, she’d laugh her tail off.
Fuck it. She looks Gale straight in the eye and says, “I’m down if you are.”
Gale’s throat bobs as he swallows thickly. He looks down at the book in his hands—still in perfect condition thanks to his quick-fired spells—then gestures with a nod of his head toward his tent.
Once inside, Karlach glances around at the various soft and very flammable-looking surfaces lining the tent’s canvas floor. “Where should I sit?” she asks.
“Anywhere,” Gale says offhandedly; then, his eyes widen, looking properly chagrined. “Um, let’s see… I have a lambskin cushion in here somewhere… Ah!”
Gale procures a round leather cushion from a small pile of pillows and hands it to Karlach.
It doesn’t smoulder in her hands, so she places it on the floor of the tent and sits down.
Gale sweeps a few scrolls and books aside to unearth a very comfortable-looking purple cushion. Carefully—as if his knees are just as bound to explode as the orb in his chest—Gale lowers himself to the ground and sits. “Shall we start at chapter one, then?” he says, cracking open the book in question. “Just to set the stage. As I said, chapter two is quite…explicit.”
“Think I can hold on ’til then,” Karlach remarks with a smile.
Gale smiles back. “Shall we?”
Karlach nods. “Go on, then.”
Gale opens the book and begins.
“A myriad of stars gleamed in the ink-black sky, moonlight bathing King Matthias in silver. A beautiful night, he thought, but truly not as beautiful as my beloved,” Gale reads. “Princess Tatiana stood before him in all her noble splendour, draped in the fine yellow silks of House Marigold. Soon, however, their families’ kingdoms would be one, and she would wear the rich crimson of House Beckett. How he longed to see her in his silks—how he longed to see her in nothing at all.
“Soon, he reminded himself. On the morrow, we shall wed.”
Karlach lets herself be swept away by Gale’s smooth, sonorous voice, not really caring about whatever Princess What’s-Her-Name and King What’s-His-Fuck are getting up to. She really wants to just get to the good bits, but Gale really does seem keen on reading from the beginning, and Karlach didn’t want him to go all sad-eyes on her.
There’s a rather chaste kiss on a balcony, then a grand wedding ball filled with dancing and merriment and dash of court intrigue. In truth, she starts to zone out as all the various politics of this far-off land are laid out in excruciating detail—albeit nicely intermixed with the personal rivalries and jealousies of the nobles, which is somewhat interesting. She’s about to ask Gale if he could just skip to the next chapter when she hears his voice waver.
“All right, soldier?” Karlach says.
“Yes,” he says with a chuckle. “Just getting my bearings.”
He then dives right into the next line of dialogue:
“‘Please, my king,’ the queen whispered, ‘steal me away from this spectacle. Take me upstairs. Make love to me. Make me yours.’”
Make love to me. Karlach stifles a giggle.
“His hand trailed a languid line up her body, just a whisper of a touch as he murmured in her ear, ‘Soon, my love. Soon, you will be in my bed, wearing nothing but the ring with which I pledged my heart to you tonight. Oh, my queen, when we make love—‘“
Again, Karlach fights the urge to cackle—this time, however, she fails spectacularly, the laugh coming out as a gurgled snort.
Gale quirks an eyebrow. “Not to your taste?”
“No, no, it’s fine so far,” Karlach says. “It’s just…that term always makes me laugh.”
Gale cocks his head, looking utterly baffled. Understanding dawns on him momentarily. “‘Making love,’ you mean?”
Karlach snorts again. “Yeah. Gods, it’s ridiculous. Just call it fucking like everyone else.”
Gale shakes his head slightly. “Karlach, if you don’t know the difference between f—…ah, fornication and making love,” he says, “then that’s a tragedy.”
“Oh, like there’s a difference?” Karlach scoffs.
A glimmer of something passes through Gale’s eyes—gods, that better not be pity—but it’s gone before Karlach can figure it out. He gestures to the book. “Shall I continue?”
“Yeah, keep going. It was just getting good.”
Gale chuckles, then continues the story. The gloriously boisterous ball eventually winds down, allowing the newlyweds to steal away to their boudoir—chapter two. Fucking finally. King Whatever and Queen Dipshit kiss their way to the bed in a tangle of limbs.
“His lips brushed her shoulder as he unlaced her dress, allowing the smooth satin to fall to the floor. Now perfectly naked before him—“
What, has she got no underwear on?
“—he lay her down on the sumptuous sheets of their wedding bed.”
Gale’s eyes nervously dart up to look at Karlach before continuing.
“Gently parting her legs, he settled betwixt her pale thighs. ‘How I’ve longed to taste you, my love,’ he said.”
Ooh, does this book have pussy-eating? Aces.
“His tongue tenderly traced the petals of her nether lips—“
Ew.
“—eliciting honeyed cries from his newly wedded queen. He feasted upon her like a man starving, the depths of his yearning finally realized.”
Karlach’s tail twitches impatiently.
“‘Please, my king,’ Queen Tatiana implored him, ‘I can wait no longer. I need—'” Gale pauses abruptly, his blush spreading to his neck before he continues, “‘I need you inside of me.’”
Now that—that certainly sends a thrill through Karlach’s body. Watching the wizard slowly start to lose his composure is really fucking hot.
“King Matthias stood, divesting himself of his extravagantly embroidered wedding attire, his stiffened member standing proudly before her.”
Member? Fucking member? Karlach cackles.
Gale rolls his eyes at her, albeit with clear affection. “Yes?”
“Member. Like his cock is in a guild or something?” Karlach laughs.
Gale shrugs. “Well, I suppose the term is a little outdated, but I find it generally unobjectionable.”
“What, is yours part of some exclusive club?”
“My—” Gale coughs. “My member isn’t a member of anything.”
“Damn. Was hoping it could put in a good word for me,” Karlach jokes with a quirk of her eyebrow.
Gale huffs a laugh. “May I continue?”
Karlach grins. “Please. We were just gettin’ to the good part.”
“That we were,” Gale says, a playful twinkle in his eye.
He focuses back on the book, turning the page.
“Tatiana gasped at the overwhelming sensation of her king sinking slowly inside of her molten heat.
“'Cry for me, my queen,' Matthias pleaded, ‘let me hear you, my love!’
“Tatiana arched her back and cried out for him, trembling in pure delight as she crested the wave of her pleasure….”
Karlach hears Gale’s breath grow heavier as he reads, his voice a sultry rumble. Karlach feels her cunt clench around nothing, wondering what that voice would say in her ear as he fucked her into the next tenday. Gods, she hadn’t even thought of the possibility before last night, but now she finds herself really, truly wanting him—Gale, the hopeless romantic, Gale, who is really rather daft for such a genius, Gale, the man who picked out the carrots from her portion of the stew tonight because he noticed she always leaves them behind in her bowl.
He’s really fucking gorgeous, too. That scruff. Those eyes. That voice. Gods.
“Oh, hells, this is too much,” Karlach blurts.
Gale stops reading, looking up at Karlach. “Sorry,” he says, his eyebrows scrunching up in concern, “shall I stop?”
“No, yes, I mean—to hells with the book, Gale. Tell me what you’d do.”
Gale’s eyes widen a fraction. He looks down at the book still open on his lap—conveniently covering his crotch, Karlach notes—then looks back up to meet her eyes. “What I’d do?”
“Y’know, if we were to…” Karlach swallows, unable to decide whether to call it fucking or making love.
Gale’s blush is back in full force. He clears his throat, sits up a little straighter, and closes the book. Then, he looks into her eyes, any trace of trepidation overweighed by sheer sincerity.
“I would make love to you, Karlach,” he says lowly, the rich velvet of his voice enveloping her like a plush blanket, “slowly.”
Karlach gulps.
Gale closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “I’d capture your mouth with mine, kissing you softly, tenderly, before my mouth begins to wander…”
Karlach closes her eyes as well, feeling her skin tingle as she pictures it.
“I will trace the intricate map of your skin with my tongue, from neck to throat to shoulder, tugging at your bodice to unveil more of you…”
Karlach opens her eyes. Gale is looking at her again, his gaze sweeping down and back up.
“Tell me, Karlach, are your breasts as exquisitely embellished as the rest of your skin?”
Intricate map. Exquisitely embellished. Gale makes her hellish scars sound like something beautiful. Karlach swallows nervously, finding herself unable to formulate a response.
Gale, bless him, just smiles and keeps going. “I’d be desperate to see you fully naked before me, of course, wanting to just snap my fingers and magick away the barriers between us, but more than that, I want to savour you. I want to luxuriate in every single moment, Karlach.”
Karlach bites her lip.
“I’d undress you slowly, so slowly, lavishing my attentions upon every inch revealed to me, worshipping at the altar of your body with the reverence you deserve…”
Karlach feels her engine roar and her pussy throb at his words. She’s never been one for dirty talk—not that Gale’s grandiose vocabulary thus far can truly be called dirty—but damn if his deep, soothing cadence isn’t doing it for her.
“And after I’ve kissed you from head to toe, to tail—do you like your tail touched, Karlach? Are tiefling tails as sensitive as the rumours will have us believe?”
Karlach grins. “I love having it pulled when I’m getting fucked from behind,” she says, knowing the vulgarity will make him squirm.
As predicted, she flusters him. To his credit, he takes a deep breath and soldiers on without so much as a stutter. “Ah, yes, but we’re not there yet, are we, Karlach? I believe I told you that I intend to take my time with you—to tease, to take you apart little by little…”
Karlach shifts her position on the cushion to subtly rub her thighs together. The friction isn’t enough; if this keeps going, she might actually combust.
“I’d kiss my way back up your legs, nudging your thighs apart, moving slowly towards the most intimate part of you,” he murmurs, his voice a low purr, and fuck, Gale, just call it a pussy, but she’s too horny to complain. “To taste you on my tongue, soft and gentle, until I find the spot that makes you sing so sweetly for me…”
Karlach’s cunt aches. Gods, when was the last time someone went down on her, let alone with any care or enthusiasm? Seems like much longer than the decade she’d been forced into celibacy. Unconsciously, her tail swishes in excitement.
Gale notices this and chuckles softly. “Ah, you like that, do you? Good, because I intend to bring you to the very peak of ecstasy with my tongue,” he says. “But I won’t stop there; no, one moment of bliss is not enough. I will bring you over the edge again and again, until your legs quiver and your voice shakes, until you lose count of the number of times I’ve made you see stars… Only then would I dream of being inside of you.”
“Yeah?” Karlach says breathlessly, then belatedly realizes she should probably contribute to the fantasy. “Fuck. Not to discount your pussy-eating skills, Gale, but I think I’d just ride you the second I get you naked,” she says.
“Ah,” Gale says. He averts his gaze for a moment. “I, ah, find that the more natural lubrication there is before penetration, the better. I don’t wish to cause any discomfort. Although I’m not opposed to using a modified grease spell—"
Karlach grins. Is he implying what she thinks he’s implying? “Hold on. Is Gale of Waterdeep humble-bragging about his huge hog?”
“I-I… I didn’t say—” Gale stammers, “I didn’t say it was huge—”
“M’just teasing you. You can eat me out as long as you want, Gale, it sounds fucking aces,” she assures him, because it’s true.
“As long as I want, hmm?” Gale’s gaze wanders over her body. “Don’t tempt me. I may never come up for air.”
Karlach’s breath hitches. “Yeah?”
“To me, there is no greater pleasure than bringing my partner pleasure,” Gale murmurs. “And I have a feeling your pleasure would be most beautiful indeed.”
Karlach grinds her thighs together again, not at all subtle this time, desperate to touch herself but unsure if Gale is game. Part of her knows he absolutely is, hells, he’s waxing poetic about eating her out, but she doesn’t want to cross the line.
Gale’s eye catches the movement. Hesitantly, he reaches for the book in his lap and places it aside. The bulge straining against his trousers makes his arousal utterly apparent. Karlach’s stomach swoops in excitement.
Gale takes a deep breath before continuing. “I’d wrap you in my arms, holding you close as our bodies become one, making love long into the night…”
This time, the term doesn’t make her laugh—it lights up her body like a lightning charge.
“And then, ah,” and this is where Gale’s voice finally begins to falter, “I’d be close, and… And…“
“Come inside me,” Karlach gasps out, and Gale moans.
“Deep inside of you,” he says, “as I whisper in your ear how well you’re taking me, sweet Karlach…”
Holy shit. She can’t do this anymore. Karlach frantically tugs at her leathers. “Fuck, can I—”
“Yes,” Gale breathes.
“You first,” Karlach says, gesturing down to his lap, where his erection presses against the fabric of his trousers.
“Ah,” Gale starts, “Karlach, believe me, I want to, but the orb is unstable enough as it is.”
“What, if you come, you’ll explode?” Suddenly, the conversation she overheard last night makes total sense. That’s why he can’t have sex. Can he even orgasm without the orb being an issue? Hells, he might have it worse than she does. “Don’t tell me you haven’t had a wank in over a year, Gale.”
“Well, I have—in more, erm, controlled conditions, but the orb is currently rather unstable as I have not consumed a magical item in nigh a tenday.”
“Fuck it. Eat this and get naked,” Karlach says, rifling through her pockets and finding one of the semi-useless magic rings she’d looted that day.
“Wh-What?”
“Eat this,” Karlach repeats herself, tossing the ring to Gale, “and get your cock out.”
Gale catches the ring. “I-I don’t eat them—regardless, I couldn’t possibly take a valuable item from you.”
“Gale, all it does is light up your hair when you hop on one foot. It’s fuckin’ useless.”
Gale’s face flits between desire and trepidation, finally settling on determination. He unlaces his shirt and bares the mark of the orb.
The second he presses the ring to his chest, the orb illuminates the tent in a purple glow. He groans, arching his back and stretching his neck. Karlach can’t tell how much of it is pain and how much of it is pleasure, but the bulge in his trousers certainly hasn’t waned. Fuck, if she could just touch him…
She tears off her leathers, leaving her body completely bare to him—scarred tits and singed pubes and all—so pent up that she doesn’t give a damn if Gale judges her appearance.
Clearly, she has no reason to worry in the first place. Gale’s jaw drops. “Gods above, Karlach, you’re exquisite,” he gasps.
“Cock. Out,” Karlach demands, partially to cover up how damned flustered she is at his compliment. “And shirt off while you’re at it, soldier.”
Gale laughs nervously and pulls his shirt over his head. The orb markings are still faintly glowing, illuminating the thick hair on his chest. Gods, he’s hairy, from chest to navel and beyond. Karlach licks her lips, wondering at how it would feel to kiss him all over. Was it soft? Coarse? Ticklish?
Gale grunts as he gets up on his knees—did Karlach just hear something pop?—and unlaces his trousers and underwear, hooking his thumbs underneath the fabric and tugging it down just enough for his cock to spring free.
By the gods, Gale wasn’t lying, that thing is fucking huge. Granted, the length looks pretty average for a human, but the girth of it…it’s fucking thick. Karlach’s mouth waters and her cunt squeezes, aching to be filled. Hells, it’s gorgeous, slightly curving upward, precome already weeping from the tip…
“Fuck, I want you in my mouth,” she groans, and Gale’s responding moan is practically a whine of desperation.
“You can’t just say that, Karlach!” he exclaims.
“That’s all we’ve been doing this entire time, Gale, bloody saying things—"
“Touch yourself, Karlach, please.”
Karlach doesn’t have to be told twice; she slips her hand between her legs and gets to work, the other hand reaching up to pinch her nipple.
Gale moans and reaches down in turn, spreading his precome to slick the way.
“Gods, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” he pants out.
Karlach grins as she rocks her hips into her hand. “Been denying yourself for too long, yeah?”
Gale laughs, which turns into a moan on the upstroke. “Not exactly ideal masturbatory conditions as of late.”
Karlach grins as she grinds against her hand, revelling in the slick friction. “Speak for yourself—I’ve never wanked this much in my life. Way more privacy than I ever got in Avernus—oh, hells,” she hisses as she finds a particularly sensitive spot.
“That was a good hells, I hope?” Gale laughs shakily, his hips twitching into his hand as he watches Karlach, spellbound.
“Really good,” she confirms, then reaches lower to tease one finger inside. “Fuck.”
“Are you…” Gale starts, then swallows.
“Yeah,” Karlach says.
“Can I… May I…?” Gale’s breath hitches. “I want to see. Please.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Karlach says, sitting back and spreading her legs. Her pussy practically steams in the open air. Gale seems to be salivating. “Wanna watch me fuck myself?”
Gale nods stupidly, his mouth half-open.
Karlach slides two fingers inside, an easy glide given how wet she is, how wet Gale’s words made her. They both groan in tandem as she fucks herself on her fingers. A dribble of precome pulses out of Gale’s dick and the sight makes Karlach keen.
“I meant what I said, Gale. Want you in my mouth,” she pants.
“Tell me,” Gale implores her.
She’s not as eloquent, but she sure can get her point across. “I want to suck your cock, Gale. Want to feel it get even harder in my mouth. Want you in me so deep that I can’t breathe.”
Gale quickens his pace, hanging onto her every word.
“And then I’d slow down,” she says, and notices Gale staying his hand—oh, good boy—“tease you ‘til you beg me to let you come.”
Gale’s hips stutter; he clearly wants to increase his speed again. “Karlach,” he says, her name like a plea.
“Gods, and then I’d just crawl on top of you and ride you hard and fast,” she says, “pin you down and fuck you good. So fucking good, having your cock fucking break me.”
Gale whines as his rhythm falters, hips thrusting hard into his hand.
“Please, Karlach, I’m going to—may I—?”
Karlach nods, feeling her own orgasm fast approaching. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Wanna see you make a fuckin’ mess. Show me, Gale.”
Gale cries out as he comes and comes and comes, spilling all over his stomach and hand and fucking hells, some of it hits Karlach’s leg, the spunk sizzling on her skin and evaporating in seconds. It would be disgusting if it weren’t so fucking hot.
“Karlach,” he breathes, “Karlach.”
“M’right here,” she says, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit. She adds another finger inside, savouring the stretch and imagining it’s Gale’s thick cock. “I’ve got you, soldier.”
Gale strokes himself through his climax, then strokes even more, making himself groan and writhe—damn, he must have something in common with that Loviatar bloke. He finally releases his hold on his cock and leans as far forward as he dares, close enough to be playing with fire, watching Karlach chase her release.
“M’close,” she gasps.
“Come for me, Karlach,” Gale whispers, his eyes fixed upon her. “Let me see you lose yourself to ecstasy.”
“Keep talking,”’ she begs.
“Oh, how I wish it were me, Karlach. My mouth, my fingers, my cock,” he sighs, and it’s the most vulgar word he’s said all night. “My cock deep inside of you, my mouth on your breasts, my hands on your skin…”
Karlach keens and cries and shakes as she topples over the edge, her orgasm shooting through her body like a flaming arrow, her engine screaming hot, her limbs alive with pulsing pleasure.
“Gale, I—" she tries to speak and finds she can’t, the force of her climax squeezing her lungs.
“Shhh,” Gale shushes her gently, “there you are, Karlach. Keep going.”
Karlach’s entire body won’t stop shaking. She braces herself before she falls over, her other hand still working between her legs.
“One more for me,” Gale urges her.
Karlach sobs. “Don’t think I can.”
“Hold on,” Gale says, then utters two incantations in quick succession.
Karlach feels the mage hand before she sees it, caressing her check, the thumb pressing lightly against her mouth. She eagerly opens for it, sucking on the solid yet ghostly appendage, moaning at the added stimulation. Hazily, she wonders how her hellfire has not damaged the hand and sent it vanishing in a puff of smoke, but she can’t be arsed to figure it out.
The hand leaves her mouth and trails lower, delicately tracing her scars before cupping her breast, then pinching and rolling her nipple. She cries out, the touch reigniting her arousal, and suddenly she’s no longer falling from her peak but climbing towards a new one.
“More?” Gale asks.
“Fuck. Please.”
With a flick of Gale’s wrist, the mage hand slides down to her pussy.
“Inside?” he murmurs.
“Fuck yes.”
Karlach slips her fingers out of her cunt to focus on her clit and is swiftly stuffed full by the mage hand’s middle and ring finger. She cries out loudly, then quickly slaps her free hand over her mouth.
“Best not wake the others,” Gale says sheepishly.
“Sorry,” she croaks.
“If I could concentrate well enough to cast Silence…oh, how I would luxuriate in your cries…”
As he speaks, he watches Karlach with rapt attention, his eyes flicking from her face to her cunt and back. His hand appears to subconsciously mimic what he wants the mage hand to do—his middle and ring finger twitch as the mage hand’s fingers curl and stroke.
“Faster,” Karlach says.
Gale picks up the pace.
Eventually, Karlach’s hand starts to cramp. She shakes it out, whining at the loss of contact on her clit. The heel of the mage hand tilts up to take her hand’s place, pressing against her as its fingers fuck her.
Karlach moans. “Harder,” she demands.
“Are you sure?”
“Fucking fuck me, Gale!”
“All right,” Gale says. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The mage hand starts fingering her into fucking oblivion—hard, fast, and merciless. A third thick, larger-than-life finger slides in to join the other two; Karlach bites her wrist to keep herself from screaming.
“It’s all right,” Gale soothes her, coaxes her, his tone sweet and gentle even as his mage hand fucks her relentlessly. “You’re doing beautifully, love. Oh, you’d take my cock so well, Karlach…”
His voice is the final push she needs. Karlach comes so hard she fucking squirts everywhere—all over the mage hand, the tent, all over Gale. Fucking hells. The droplets sizzle on his skin and he inhales sharply at what she is sure is scalding hot fluid, but it doesn’t break his concentration for one second—in fact, he fucking licks the liquid off his arm greedily as the mage hand keeps fucking her. She’s still coming. Is it a new orgasm or the same one? She can’t tell. Her mind is mush. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, her teeth digging harder into her wrist as she sobs and whines.
“Fuck,” Gale curses, and that’s the most vulgar thing he’s said all night, and it makes Karlach laugh even as the mage hand fingers her within an inch of her life.
The pleasure blurs into overstimulation and back to pleasure again. She thinks she might fucking pass out. It’s all too much.
“Gale,” she gasps.
“Yes?”
“Gale, if you keep going—fuck—I’m really going to scream,” she says.
“All right, all right,” Gale relents, slowing the mage hand, letting Karlach come down from her high. He beckons the hand back to him, gently slipping its fingers from Karlach’s cunt before dismissing the summon.
She slouches, boneless, fucked-out, on cloud fucking nine. With her ears ringing and her head swimming, she says, “What the fuck, Gale.”
Gale grins like the cat that got the cream. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“I thought mage hands were vulnerable to fire damage,” Karlach points out.
“I cast Protection from Energy on it,” he explains. “Would have come up with that idea earlier, but I suppose all the blood had rushed from my head...”
“Yeah, that monster cock drained your brain,” Karlach quips.
Gale laughs shyly. “It’s not that big, Karlach.” He looks down at his cock, standing at half-mast and eagerly trying to get back in the game.
“Fully hard, it fucking is,” Karlach insists. “That thing would fucking split me in half.”
“Well, as I said, I have a modified grease spell that works wonders…”
“Maybe I want to be split in half,” Karlach says.
Gale scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “I’m certainly amenable to experimentation,” he says.
“Got to fix this engine first,” Karlach groans. “But by the gods, we are going to fuck, magic man.”
“Make love, you mean,” he teases.
“Both. We can do both.”
“I’d like that,” he says. “Very, very much.”
Karlach finds she’d like that, too.