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“And you’re sure that this is alright?” Alyiira murmured, running her hand over Gale’s chest. Her mismatched eyes trailed up to meet his own deep brown. God’s, she always felt like she could get lost within them.
The two were standing in their bedroom, getting ready for another special night within their home at Waterdeep.
“Oh, my dear, I can assure you it’s more than just alright.” He replied, the mischievous glint in his eyes apparent. “I want this. I trust you, just as much as I love you.”
That was enough for her. She began to hum, a nonsensical tune, just something slow and sweet sounding.
“Impero tibi.” Alyiira sang the spell, tapping her finger against Gale’s nose, stifling a giggle at herself. She watched the purple magic swirl around her beloved, how he purposefully opened himself up to being charmed by her – to being dominated by her. Well, so long as she could concentrate, that is.
“Sweet boy.” She cupped his face, running her thumb along his cheek. The drow then pushed past him, her feet padding upon the floor before she turned, sitting down upon the edge of their bed.
“Come – kneel before me.” Alyiira commanded, and with no complaints at all, he obeyed.
The purple hue of the magic complimented him, she thought to herself, though she always thought he looked nice in the color.
Her foot moved, tapping against his thigh thoughtfully. It then wandered, the sole of her foot rubbing at the tent already forming in Gale’s pants. Alyiira snorted at this, he was always so eager. She liked that.
“My, you’re already so worked up.” She mused out loud. Her hands went to undo the robe she was wearing, the fabric falling to reveal her nude body, her amethyst colored skin illuminated beautifully by the candles that decorated their bedchamber.
Alyiira moved her foot away, enjoying the soft whimper that escaped Gale as the pleasure stopped.
Instead, she directed him between her legs, locking her ankles behind his neck. “Go on – eat up. Use that practiced tongue.”
He moved forward, and she let out a gasp, her hand going to curl within his hair.
His tongue was wet and warm, lapping at her with precision. His stubble rubbed at her, causing her skin to tingle pleasantly.
Alyiira focused on breathing – focused on her connection to the spell, knowing if she lost concentration, the game would be over. She wanted it to go on for just a bit longer.
“Ah – just like that. Good boy.” Her hips bucked up and she tugged his head closer to her, feeling his tongue lathe over her clit again and again.
Moans reverberated throughout the room, Alyiira never one to silence herself in their home.
She curled over his head, grasping his hair tightly, her thighs shaking. The bard could feel herself loosing control of the spell already, struggling to find her words.
“Enough! Stop.”
He backed off, his tongue still out, looking up at her with wide-blown eyes.
She panted, running her hand through his hair as she stared at him. “Good.” Alyiira swallowed deeply before nodding, continuing. “My sweet boy.”
The bed creaked beneath her as she adjusted herself, moving to present herself, her ass up in the air and her cheek pressed against the soft sheets.
“Mount.” She stated simply, her instructions clear.
She felt him behind her and heard the rustling of his clothes. Soft kisses were pressed to her back, and she let out a noise of confusion.
“Apologies, my songbird, but your spell waned already.” He murmured against her skin, though it didn’t stop him from doing as she commanded.
Alyiira cried out softly as he penetrated her, clenching around him.
One of his hand went to hold her own, their fingers intertwining as he pressed against her. The other wrapped around her waist, keeping them steadied.
“Veni et iuva me.” Gale whispered against her neck, the woman recognizing this spell and letting out a gasp before giving a breathy giggle.
The mystical hand rubbed at her clit in gentle circles, keeping in rhythm with her beloved’s thrusts.
“Gods, you feel so… so good.” His breath was hot against her neck, causing a tingling within her stomach. Alyiira arched her back, letting out more moans, encouraging him.
“Gale, oh, Gale!” The bard sung his name like it was the only song she knew.
It was a beautiful symphony within their bedchamber. The sound of skin against skin, the creaking of their bed, and a duet of moans that sounded oh so sweet.
It didn’t take long before Gale squeezed his arm around her waist, pulling his wife close as he lost himself within her.
A final stroke from the spectral hand caused Alyiira to fall over the edge merely seconds afterwards, clamping down and twitching around him.
The both breathed heavily, exhausted from their fun. Gale gently moved them over so they were resting on their sides, pulling Alyiira close to him.
“Mind if we just stay like this for the night?” He whispered out, pressing a kiss to her ear.
“Ugh, you play dirty.” She snorted, but nodded, wriggling back against him. “But sure.”
Still intertwined with one another, they stayed close, eventually falling into a blissful sleep.