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The forest seemed quieter once Evie stepped beyond the treeline and into the moonlit clearing, like a constant background noise she hadn’t noticed had suddenly fallen away. Now everything she did seemed much louder to her ears. She was aware of her own surging pulse and thought she could hear it when it jumped. She heard her own soft inhale when her eyes fell on Halsin standing by the lake.
It felt intrusive to watch him in such deep contemplation, his hand pressed against the bark of a tree, but it was hard to tear her eyes away. Nothing could diminish the breadth of Halsin’s shoulders or the quality of the beast that seemed to linger around him but something about the serenity of the space seemed to soften him too. Evie felt the way she did while looking at mountains or the ocean, awed by the grand possibilities of nature.
Halsin turned when Evie was finally standing beside him.
“You came.” He seemed slightly breathless and the affection on his face, just from Evie’s presence, made her want to curl in on herself with giddy nerves.
“Of course I did,” Evie replied.
“And you brought - sheets?”
“Uh, yes, a blanket.” The fabric was folded neatly and draped over her arms. “Here -”
Evie shook out the blanket and let it flutter down onto the grass where it landed in a wobbly square. Halsin regarded it skeptically but gave her a small smile.
“I see,” he said. “I suppose it’s always wise to…be prepared.”
Evie tried to laugh, to show she could take some teasing as well as dish it out, but Halsin made her feel so nervous that she just sounded manic instead of charmingly self-effacing.
“Well, I am a proper lady,” she said. “And ladies always…er…”
She realized suddenly how absurd she sounded. A lady always - what? Brings supplies for when she's planning on having sex in the woods? And looking at the blanket spread out on the ground made her want to combust from shame.
Halsin, I've designated the sex area of the ground. It’s this little fabric square that we’re permitted to have sex on. Do you like it?
She felt deranged.
Halsin tipped her chin up and Evie’s thoughts stopped churning.
“Your mind is very loud this evening,” he said.
“Be thankful you don't have a tadpole too,” she said weakly. “You'd realize I never shut up.”
Halsin smiled softly. “Places like this always help me to clear my thoughts.” He stepped closer to her and Evie swallowed hard. “Here, close your eyes.”
He took her hands by sliding his palms up into hers and squeezing gently. Evie thought of telling him that if he wanted her to relax he wouldn’t be able to touch her at all but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes anyway.
“Good,” Halsin said. Evie felt his thumbs sweeping over the backs of her hands and pulling goosebumps up over her arms. “Now take a moment. Feel what's around you.”
It was hard to take stock of the land through all the noise in her head and the tension that accompanied Halsin's hands traveling up her arms.
“It feels cooler here,” Evie said.
His hands were over her shoulders now.
“It is,” Halsin replied and it made her feel shyly pleased that any correct answer existed and that he was proud of her for finding one.
Without being able to see, every physical sensation seemed more immediate. Warm fingers were on the delicate bones of her collar, then sliding up her neck, carefully cradling her jaw.
“Anything else?” Halsin asked and his thumb pressed against her pulse, briefly whiting out any response in Evie’s head.
She noticed the heat of his body and his hands scraping over her skin. She was aware of his deep voice and the way it pooled low and warm in her belly. There wasn't much room left to take in anything else.
“I'm not sure,” she said.
“Try,” Halsin answered softly and Evie's breath hitched when she felt his answer ghost over her lips.
Evie implored her remaining brain waves, whichever ones weren’t already entirely focused on the attractive elf in front of her, to band together and come up with another right answer.
“The air is very still,” she finally said. “All of these massive trees are blocking the wind.”
Her eyes flew open when she felt his lips rewarding her with a kiss against her cheek. She could feel Halsin grinning as he placed another soft kiss below her ear.
“You asked me to observe nature but I don't think you're all that focused on your nightly meditations,” Evie said breathlessly.
“Not so,” he said against her neck. “I'm worshiping one of nature’s finest creations right now.”
He was still grinning when he finally kissed her and the feeling of his amusement against her lips made Evie hum happily. Halsin had this way of making her feel brand new. He touched her hand or laughed at one of her jokes and suddenly Evie turned into a teenager with a hopeless infatuation. She became unusually tongue tied around him, laughing too loudly and blushing.
It was exciting and scary to be openly desired by him like this. To have the star of so many of her fantasies press her mouth open with his, to pull back and kiss her again, deeper, with greater intent. To finally run her hands over his muscular chest and shoulders. Halsin had been forced to approach Evie first because of how shy he made her and now every moment spent pining seemed like such a colossal waste.
They were both short of breath when they broke apart. Halsin’s eyes raked over Evie’s body, candidly admiring her, his hands warm as they traveled over her waist.
It felt repetitive to comment on Halsin's size at this point. Ha, ha, a well-built elf, he's so tall, isn't that funny. Evie thought it was a cliché to even acknowledge in her mind how large he was, but that was before she had seen his hands spreading across her hips. She felt like a doll compared to him. It would be trivial for him to lift her up, to put her anywhere he wanted. She seemed to have swallowed a hot coal at some point and felt the burning weight of it in her stomach.
“As much as I want to devour you, I promise I will be gentle,” Halsin said, his voice soft like the evening breeze around them.
“I'm not fragile,” Evie said.
“I'm aware.” He watched her mouth as he dragged the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “But you are precious.”
The next few moments were a blur of fabric being pushed up and cast aside, more and more of Evie’s skin being exposed to the cool night air and Halsin’s touch. A simple act made complicated by the fact they kept trying to kiss each other through it. When Halsin complied with Evie’s insistent tugging and pulled his vest off, her mouth went dry at the sight of so many miles of sun-kissed skin. Then her mouth went completely arid when he let his trousers fall.
“Oh,” Evie said before she could stop herself and then pressed her lips together.
It would be horribly impolite to laugh about Halsin’s naked body, especially when he was looking at hers so eagerly, but Evie was just - delightfully startled. Seeing that Halsin was broad and corded with muscle was one thing but being confronted with the largest cock she had ever seen was another. She probably could have guessed it would be proportional to the rest of him but now she had proof of its impressive length and girth. Suddenly Evie was flush with new fantasies, more informed ones, about what it would be like to be filled by him, to fall to pieces beneath him.
Forget saving Baldur’s Gate - surviving Halsin inside of her would make Evie a hero. And if she didn’t make it then at least she would be a martyr, a symbol for all who had ever dreamed big. Very, very big.
“Come, sit,” Halsin said. “I wish to feel all of your body against mine.”
He was gracious enough not to ignore Evie’s blanket when he sat and pulled her down to straddle his lap. She could feel the solid length of him pressed against her thigh and shivered at the thought of all of it inside of her. It would be so easy at this angle to just shift her hips and sink down onto him. Well - maybe not easy exactly but the thought was extremely tempting.
Her body sang with nerves and need as Halsin gathered her close, their bodies molding together as they held each other.
“I almost can’t believe you’re real,” Halsin said. He leaned in to kiss her collar. “The gods truly gave with both hands when they molded one so perfect.”
Evie laughed as she blushed. She thought she was immune to being told she was beautiful but Halsin wasn’t like any person she had ever met before. He had no ulterior motives when he complimented her. He didn't care about anything like status or family names. He just cared about her, a thought so treacly and sweet it made her teeth hurt.
“It's too bad they made me so ill-mannered,” she said.
Her thoughts became vague and foggy as Halsin knotted his fingers in her hair and kissed her.
“You know I admire the storm inside of you, sorcerer,” Halsin said against her cheek. “You’re passionate. Fearsome.”
Evie grinned. “Most people just say ‘annoying’.”
Halsin’s mouth curved up too. “And do you enjoy prodding people?”
“Sometimes,” she breathed. “Sometimes it’s fun.”
“Is there something you desire from it? Attention?” The hand in her hair tightened its grip and Evie gasped as her head was gently tipped back. “Or perhaps to be punished?”
Her blood pounded in her head and she felt dizzy with it, a worrying sort of vertigo that made it hard to breathe. She struggled for the right words. Evie wanted to be game, to be adventurous, but the thrill had ratcheted up faster than she could follow.
“I don't…I don't think I want that,” she said falteringly.
Halsin instantly released the hold on her hair and then both arms were at her back, holding her close for another kiss.
“Sorry,” Evie mumbled.
“Hush, no apologies.” Halsin kissed the corner of her mouth. “You came here to enjoy yourself. And a game is only harmless when all parties are interested in playing.” His lips skated over the hinge of her jaw. “Tell me what you do enjoy.”
Evie tilted her head with a small whine. “Boring things. You’ll laugh.”
“Tell me.”
Nerves coiled in her stomach again as Halsin nibbled and kissed over her neck, scattering her thoughts with each touch.
“I like you.” Her cheeks were burning now. “I like big men with muscles and chest hair. But I like girls who are soft and pretty. I - ah. I like when people are nice to me.”
It felt like such an unsophisticated answer but Halsin hummed as he mouthed over her chest, near her heart. “I like that as well. Giving beautiful creatures like you exactly what they want.”
Halsin was so fast, so strong. In one quick movement, he had Evie on her back, the air rushing out of her and quickly replaced with fizzy, crackling tension. He knelt over her, placing all of his considerable weight above her and between her thighs.
“I like this,” Evie said and shifted her hips to show they could barely move. “I like you on top of me. Feeling you holding me down.”
“Good,” Halsin said and kissed her throat. “I like having you beneath me like this.”
She noticed how much Halsin’s mouth had been on her since they first touched. It made Evie feel wanted, bold enough to say, “You probably like things I’ve never even heard of.”
Her heart flipped at the feeling of Halsin laughing against her neck. He pulled back a bit to look down at her.
“Is that a bad thing?” he asked.
“No. Just a comment. I’ve been holed up in Baldur's Gate high society for my entire life so my circle of experience is rather small. I'm sure you're much more creative than them.”
Halsin kissed her again, warm and heavy, and Evie's spine melted even closer to the ground beneath her.
“Are you saying this so I'll show you something new?” he asked and his voice was like dripping honey, warm caramel, something sweet and molten that flowed through her slowly.
“Yes,” Evie said and her pulse spiked again when Halsin grinned.
“There have been some things on my mind,” he said. “You’re familiar with pheromones?”
Evie’s hands had been wandering Halsin’s warm shoulders but they both snapped shut into tight fists. “Like - whatever makes animals want to mate? Because even if I was interested, I would probably forget my head before I forgot to take contraceptives so it's not happening.”
“No, no, not exactly,” he said and the nervous clanging in Evie’s head receded. “It's more about your scent. The one beneath any soaps or perfumes. The one that’s only you.” Halsin kissed her pulse and Evie’s breath shuddered. “And yours is divine.”
His mouth continued down over her heaving chest, his tongue briefly pausing over her nipple and gone before she could even finish gasping. Evie’s stomach twisted as Halsin lifted her arm over her head, his hand gently but effectively pinning her there.
“Oh -” Evie exhaled in one big unsteady rush. “So that's…something that turns you on? The way I smell?”
“It is,” Halsin said simply and Evie wondered how self assured someone had to be to just say that without flinching. “But there is more.”
He placed another soft kiss above the swell of her breast and then Evie’s mouth fell all the way open as he dragged his tongue from her rib cage all the way over her underarm, dampening her skin almost up to her elbow.
She was too surprised to even recall what it felt like or if she liked it or hated it. She was so shocked that she didn't even notice it felt ticklish until Halsin flattened his tongue against her armpit again and her shoulder tried wrenching away from him without any input from her brain.
“Tickled,” she said awkwardly.
Halsin very gently nipped at the soft flesh of her inner arm and a thin, reedy whine escaped her.
“Too ticklish?” he asked.
She truly had no idea. “It’s just - new.” Evie was spread out beneath him, completely at the whims of his hands and his mouth, but she felt that if she pulled her arm down it would have moved freely from beneath his grasp. “You can keep going…if you like it.”
Halsin studied her for a moment to find any lie or discomfort before he bent his head to her skin again. Evie stared at the winding tattoo on the side of his face as his tongue laved over her underarm and then once more. Each time a tickling sensation bolted through her before easing into a dull sort of throb in her abdomen and she squirmed beneath him.
“Still with me?” Halsin asked and Evie made a soft sound of surprise as her other arm was pinned against the ground. He smirked, no doubt taking in her flushed skin and uneven breaths.
Evie searched for something honest to say.
“I guess…I like that you like this,” she said. “Lots of things become very appealing if they’re with you.”
Seemingly satisfied with her answer, Halsin leaned over her other arm and licked her there too. The muted sensations swung back to full intensity on this side and Evie twitched as a new tingling wave swept through her.
There was a slight twinge of humiliation as warmth rushed between her legs and hot embarrassment settled on her cheeks. She could hear the reprimands - of course the Wimberley wild child would let a druid take her clothes off in the woods and lick her like a dog. Then Halsin nudged her thighs up further with his hips and she felt a soft rush of arousal and affection.
How many people had tried to sleep with her because she was from a noble family? Or blonde, or a sorcerer, or rich? And how many of those people had wanted her so badly that they would be turned on just by tasting her sweat? There was something - sweet to this. Something sweet and completely, uniquely Halsin.
She sighed with relief when Halsin’s mouth moved back up to her throat, a touch that was electrifying but familiar.
“Was that alright for something you’ve never heard of?” he asked.
“It was - edifying,” Evie said with a breathless laugh. She slid her fingers into Halsin’s hair and was surprised at how soft it felt. “Though I can think of some other good uses for your mouth.”
Halsin chuckled, the soft sound amplified as it reverberated through her. He kissed his way slowly down her body, taking a long moment to press his lips below her navel.
“Allow me to prove myself useful then,” he said.
Evie had endured her fair share of perfunctory attempts at making her come like this, from people who complained they didn't know how (as if it required specialized study) to people that didn't see the point (idiots, lowlifes, not invited to return). Halsin didn't protest or try to set up some complicated sexual bartering system first. He just settled her thighs against his wide shoulders and had her unraveling under the exquisite heat of his mouth in moments.
There was nothing perfunctory about the way Halsin touched her. In fact, he seemed quite enthusiastic as his tongue caressed her cunt. His fingers dug firmly into her hips and everything beneath his touch seemed to slowly liquify. Evie recognized right away that this was how it was supposed to feel. Not a tepid concession to her needs but a passionate embrace of them, an honest desire to please her. Every sensation was on top of her at once, her hunger quickly spiraling, her voice pitching higher, her abdomen pulling taut and releasing.
Halsin seemed content to stay for a while, laying on his stomach and making himself comfortable, idly smoothing his hands over her skin while his mouth pulled a stream of rough panting and sighs from her. Evie took her own breasts in her hands, kneading gently, wishing Halsin could touch her like this but needing him to stay between her legs. Her hips kept shifting, at times recoiling from and pressing into the soft pressure of his mouth. Halsin hummed against her body and his broad hands wrapped around her thighs, holding Evie in place with a gentle, assertive strength that burned her from the inside out.
She felt grass beneath her shoulder when her orgasm rolled through her. The leaves brushed lovingly against her cheek when she turned her head and moaned through the shuddering pleasure. Evie lifted herself up onto her shaky elbows to see Halsin clearly and found him already looking back at her, his gaze sultry and scalding. Her head fell back, her blonde hair pooling on the ground, and she let the waves overtake her.
Evie sighed, reveling in the cool night breeze against her fevered skin, feeling slow and content. Suddenly Halsin was above her again, pressing her back into the soft grass. He kissed her hungrily, smoothing his hand over her hair, the other slipping beneath her back to press her chest to his. Not a loss of his control but one little wobble, enough to make Evie’s heart pound. Halsin’s tongue slipped into her mouth and a shuddering groan rose up from her chest. Gods, his mouth had been all over her and she still wanted to kiss him. Perhaps he’d make a druid out of her yet.
“Gods, this perfect mouth,” he groaned, kissing her again. “I hope to experience it for myself soon.”
Evie’s mind raced ahead to images of Halsin being the one to writhe under her hands for a change, to feel him trembling from her touch, struggling to stay gentle with her as he came down the back of her throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her thighs against his hips to urge him closer.
“Definitely soon,” Evie said. “I just don’t think I can wait to feel you right now.”
“Are you still quite sure?” Halsin asked.
Evie smiled playfully. “Aw, is the great archdruid nervous?”
“And if I am?”
“Then I would tell you not to be,” Evie said. “Because there’s nothing frightening happening. There’s just you and there’s just me. And you know me.”
Halsin’s eyes darted between hers for a moment but he nodded. “Only us.”
“Just us,” Evie said. She reached between them and they both sighed at the feeling of Halsin hard and hot in her hand. “And just to reassure you - I am still very, very sure about you.”
She did waver for a moment though. Not about Halsin - Evie had the very disgusting, romantic thought that her feelings about him couldn't waver. But there was a moment after he had lined himself up and began sinking into her, when that first bit of pressure had already intoxicated her, where Evie wondered if she had gotten in over her head.
Even with her body slick and aching for him, the stretch of Halsin’s enormous cock was quickly more than she had expected. Evie’s chest bowed up towards Halsin and a ragged moan rattled through her as his mouth sank against the side of her neck. It should have been over but he kept filling her more, kept pressing in more. She gasped his name and felt his grip on her tighten, felt him slide in even further and felt everything around her dissolve.
Evie clutched him to her body and could feel the solid muscles rippling in his back every time he moved within her, slow, and hard, and deep. He panted beside her neck, his breath hot and shivering above her pulse, and Evie was pleased to feel the strain in him, to know that Halsin was enjoying her too.
“Breathe,” he reminded her and Evie tried but ended up with little more than an aspirated whine.
She could feel herself getting desperate as they rocked together and the rushing pressure inside of her stopped ebbing and flowing and just pushed itself higher instead. Halsin kept kissing her, touching her, feeling her, and between his mouth, and his hands, and his cock, Evie felt like she was being very tenderly mauled.
Of course everything Halsin did had to be done to its fullest potential. He couldn’t just be tall, he had to be towering. He didn’t simply appreciate nature, he devoted himself to it and toiled for its continued protection. And he couldn’t just meet Evie once and use her body and leave. He had to unravel her down to her anxious, unloveable core and then love all of those pieces as much as he loved the rest of her.
How had Evie survived for so long among the stifling nobility in Baldur's Gate and believed they knew anything about passion? How could she ever go back to anything less than this?
Halsin linked his fingers with Evie’s and pressed her hand against the earth when she came, her hips angling up to take every inch of him, her heart full and heavy, her eyelashes damp.
“Hal - ah, Halsin.”
He slowed and Evie took the opportunity to fill her lungs with fresh air.
“Yes, my heart?”
The endearment weighed down her chest and made it harder to speak than the lack of oxygen. She panted and touched the tips of her fingers to the scars running across his face. He was so beautiful. Not in any man made way, although he was very handsome. Within Halsin, she saw life's raw power and promise. He was beautiful like elven magic. Like summer.
“Put me where you want me,” she said.
Gold flashed in Halsin’s eyes and feeling that surge of druidic magic so intimately made Evie gasp. Of course there was magic flowing through him, just as it did her, but his was more raw, untamed and it created delicious sparks of friction when it brushed up against hers.
“Where do you want to be?” he asked.
Evie whined, frustrated. “No, please, I want you to choose. I need you to tell me to do it.”
She didn’t quite mean for it to come out that way and she winced upon hearing it. She couldn’t have explained it any better than that. She would have evaporated from self-doubt if he asked her to. Instead his strong arms bracketed her as he kissed her so he could taste the moan directly from her mouth when he pulled away from her.
“Turn over,” he said.
The blanket had shifted beneath them as they moved together and Evie shoved whatever still lingered to the side. She felt her knees press into the yielding land beneath her. Halsin’s hand was on her back but Evie felt more pulled to the earth than pushed as she bent forward, her arms stretching out in front of her, her chest melting down until it was nearly flush with the ground, her hips high in the air. Just being in this position made her feel like she was begging without speaking a word.
Halsin pressed his thumb into her left shoulder, briefly massaging her there and Evie sighed contentedly. Between the emotional and physical stress of their journey, some part of her was always painfully tense. She hoped she would remember to ask him for a full massage later.
He moved down her arm to take hold of her hand and Evie let him guide her arm behind her until their joined hands were pressed against the small of her back.
“Too much?” Halsin asked.
Evie shook her head, dazed.
“No,” she whimpered. “Good.”
She was still surprised at the size of him when he eased back inside of her, sinking into her with one slow, continuous thrust until she could feel his hips flush against the back of her thighs. Her free hand curled and soft grass threaded between her fingers. Then Halsin moved his hips for another slow thrust and a few of the blades were ripped out of the ground into her fist.
“Oh, gods,” Evie sighed, her head hanging low. She pushed back against him, just a little, but it was enough to make her tremble from head to toe. Oh, she would happily be martyred for this.
Even though she could feel the tension of Halsin holding back and trying not to be too rough on her, everything felt faster, more urgent when they were placed like this. Heat rippled through her body and when her moan echoed back at her from the quiet forest, Evie realized just how loud she was being. She bit her lip with a whimper and tried to hold the sounds in her chest, squeezing Halsin’s hand and feeling his answering grip.
“Don’t be shy,” Halsin chided her. His hips snapped forward and Evie gasped. “You can let go here.”
Evie didn’t know if she had ever let go of anything in her life but Halsin had been so good to her, so giving and gentle, she tried to do what he told her again and release that last bit of tension swirling inside of her. She pulled her arm forward to lean on both of her elbows and pushed back against him with a long, desperate moan.
“I love hearing you, my heart,” Halsin said with a voice like gravel and Evie was thankful she was too occupied to say anything reckless in return.
When Evie’s limbs started to feel weak and watery, Halsin eased her down onto her stomach, his hands petting down her sides.
“Tired, my love?” Halsin asked right beside her ear and his voice sent shivers racing across her skin.
Evie huffed and the grass in front of her shivered.
“Don't stop,” she breathed and then reeled against another long, powerful thrust from above her. Halsin kissed her temple, his hips moving slowly.
She thought Halsin might feel far away like this but his presence was still pleasantly overwhelming. His hands were warm and solid against her shoulders. He bent low to kiss her pointed ear, her cheek, to bite down softly on her neck until she keened feebly.
“I want to fill you,” he bit out.
“Want you to,” was all Evie could manage.
Her hands were tucked beneath her collar but she reached out to touch Halsin’s hand where it pressed against the ground, linking her pinky over his thumb. She cried out as Halsin quickened his pace, some of his weight bearing down on her with each thrust. Her body melted between his and the earth as he fucked her. The grass smelled sweet beside her face.
She started to shake and had the delirious, addled thought that she might never stop coming. Life would be so simple then. Her body would just be a bundle of vibrating nerves that Halsin could taste and touch forever. Evie gasped at the feeling of him hot and pulsing inside of her, being able to feel him lose himself so intimately, feel the lewd wetness spilling so deeply. His forehead dipped to her hair as he breathed heavily and shifted his hips just enough to make her sigh again. Then once more just because.
After a brief interlude, stillness had returned to the air here. Evie could have slipped into sleep right there, held between Halsin’s solid frame and the equally solid earth. She allowed him to maneuver her more comfortably against him instead. Evie's head was nestled on his shoulder and she couldn't tell whose thumping heartbeat she was feeling all over.
“You know, a few months ago I complained about having to eat sitting on the ground,” Evie said.
Halsin laughed warmly and squeezed her closer to press a kiss to her hair. “And now?”
Now there was dirt stuck to Evie’s knees and imprints of grass against her skin. But Halsin was right - this had been a good place to clear her thoughts.
“I like to think I've evolved,” she said. “But maybe a bed next time.”
“I imagine ‘next time’ will be quite soon,” Halsin said and the embers of her desire flared brightly for a moment. “But I can picture you easily in a bed.” He took her hand and began to punctuate his words with a kiss to each of her fingertips. “A warm blanket. Comfortable sheets. Against so much soft skin.” He hummed. “There may be something to that idea.”
Evie closed her eyes and let her breath out slowly. She didn't want to make a joke. Too insincere. She didn't want to say what was in her heart. Much too sincere. So she cuddled up against Halsin’s warmth and tried to impart what she could through her touch. When Halsin leaned his cheek against the top of her head and sighed, she knew he had understood.