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Gale/Tav – tiefling fighter/warrior Tav; blowjob – Gale thought he had to really romance Tav... but Tav just wants his dick and is very amused about Gale's stuttering attempts.

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“...so you see your sparing of the Owlbear cub was a boon for the modern sciences. I have to thank you on behalf of my brothers and sisters still looking to unravel all the earth’s mysteries that there are. But also…” Gale trails off. His eyes hadn’t left Tav for a second since luring him out to the edges of the camp. His enthusiasm is both charming and rather… amusing.

Tav cocks his head slightly, his tail slowly twisting behind his back. “But also…?” he prompts, fascinated by the color he can see creeping up from beneath Gale’s perfectly kept beard. He would have made a rather fetching Tiefling – in another life.

“Ah, well-” For the first time, Gale glances to the side, stumbling over his own tongue. He looks nervous like a schoolboy. If his thinly veiled excuse to get Tav alone hadn’t been telling enough, this surely would be.

The Tiefling smirks, standing a bit straighter. His muscles have him look more commanding; and right on cue, Gale’s breath stutters out of his chest, his words half dying as they fall lamely from his lips: “... But also I need to… to thank you on my own behalf. For… for sparing the little one’s life. It would not have been necessary to kill it.”

It sounds so astoundingly lame; not at all the Gale that Tav is used to. The one that spins his words so beautifully into the night because he wants attention and admiration. Always and everywhere.

Tav takes a step forward, forearm braced against the tree above Gale’s head. He can see Gale’s eyes widen minimally, his mouth opening on a soft exhale the puffs against the Tiefling’s cheek.

“You know…” Tav murmurs softly, free hand starting to play with a strand of Gale’s long hair, curling it around his finger… round and round and round… “...you want my dick so bad, it makes you look pretty stupid.”

Gale’s pupils blow wide. He closes his mouth, swallowing thickly. Reaching up, he puts his hands on Tav’s chest – but he does not push him away. Rather, his fingers seem to rub against the hard pectorals of the fighter.

“You are so… so blunt,” Gale mutters. “I suppose there is more fighter than wizard in you after all…” He licks his lips. “So it makes me stupid, does it?”

Tav is smiling wide, all those sharp teeth on display, tail lashing once in excitement.

“So you don’t deny it?” he croons back, leaning further in, inhaling Gale’s scent deeply. He can taste the magic crackling about him.

“Mayhaps… we should be continuing this conversation a little further from the camp,” Gale whispers back. There’s a whine in his voice that is all too tantalizing to hear. His fingers are curling into one of the leather straps making up Tav’s harness. “That is… if you are amenable.”

He’s flushing so hard, the heat radiating off of him is an aphrodisiac in and off itself.

Tav’s tongue glides over his teeth. He goes to his knees without preamble, fingers ripping impatiently at the fastenings of Gale’s pants. “No,” he rasps. “They shall hear what I am doing with you.”

Gale’s cock leaps out at him; big and hot and smelling thickly of musk after a long day on the road. Tav’s eyelids flutter. He leans in, inhaling deeply at the base where the stiff hairs are tickling the tip of his nose.

There is a hand fluttering around his head, unsure where to touch him. His hair? His ears? His horns? He is just about to impatiently tell Gale that he should just get on with it when all of a sudden his horns are grabbed and his head pulled into position. The hot tip drags against his mouth.

Tav peers up at Gale without turning his head one way or another.

Gale is staring back. Tav makes sure of that before he opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue.

Slowly but surely, Gale pulls him onto his cock; sliding it along the slippery carpet of Tav’s hot tongue until it pumps against his soft palate – and then slowly, slowly further down.

Tav shudders with excitement. His tail is restless, almost wagging like a dog’s as he takes Gale’s cock nice and deep. He can feel it pushing the squishy walls of his throat apart as it smoothly slides until his nose is buried in his pubes.

He puts his hands on the forest floor, not touching Gale with anything but his greedy mouth, letting him set the pace in which he uses Tav like a travel pussy.

He is surprisingly… dominant. The flush from earlier is still lingering on his cheeks but his hands are warm and sure on Tav’s horns, using them as a perfect grip to pull him on… and off… on… and off…

If the others can’t hear the slick sounds of Tav’s throat being thoroughly used, they have to be deaf. He likes it. He likes how Gale is going on the offense.

Just what else is he going to treat him to?