Patreon Compilation – Fic#269 – Tav/Gale – dom!Gale; fighter/wizard tiefling Tav – Take What I Give You! (Patreon)
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Tav/Gale – continuation of reward drabble – Gale can get quite dominant if he's just got enough incentive for it.
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Part 2 (This Part)
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Tav had not anticipated this side of Gale. Well… in a way he had. He had been watching him for a while now, after all. He could see how twitchy he gets when the time between his… feedings… stretches him thin. How his words become sharper and his temper shorter.
That is not what is happening now, though. The wizard’s hands are firm but not cruel on Tav’s horns. He simply holds him in a calm, sure grip that makes the base of his skull ache in a most delicious, delicate way. Whenever Gale pushes into his throat, opening his glottis around the probing, fat rim, Tav can feel his rosebud wanting to dilate in tandem.
He is so eagerly anticipating a ride on Gale’s manhood, he can feel himself getting a bit stupid for it.
A bit more… submissive.
Gale pulls out of him, thick strands of saliva connecting Tav’s fluttering tongue to the flushed, heavy crown of Gale’s cock. A wheezes out a soft, subservient breath, gaze traveling up the other’s body. Staring up at him.
Gale swallows thickly. He looks unsure, but his demeanor is anything but as he lets go of one of Tav’s horns to lightly trail a fingertip along the ridge of his ear until he lightly pinches the tip of it.
Tav narrows one eye, easily moving his head to follow the barely-perceptible pull. His mouth is still nice and open, tongue at his bottom lip; offering his throat up for another round. He might not be the strongest wizard, cutting his power with his other more… brutal talents, but the magic he can feel and taste crackling off of Gale is absolutely intoxicating.
“You are so sensitive,” Gale murmurs. “...and messy.” Holding Tav still only by the tip of one ear, he curls his other hand around his cock and smears the copious amounts of saliva onto it. It shines wet in the little moonlight reaching them, the veins throbbing along its shaft standing out in stark detail.
Tav can feel himself almost vibrating with excitement. Maybe he tilted toward it too much because Gale uses the minimal grip on him to gently guide his head away yet again.
“Maybe you need a different kind of praise for your… admirable actions the other day. I could see the desire in you to behead the poor creature but your thirst for knowledge won out, did it not? You are just as curious as I. I can tell. There is yet a great wizard slumbering in your… broad… chest.”
Here, Gale’s gaze moves to Tav’s pectorals, proudly displayed through the few straps of armor that he is wearing.
Gale briefly glances toward the camp. It sits quietly just a stone’s throw away, though the fact that they can’t even hear their snoring is telling enough that they are very much listening in to what is going on with the two of them.
Not that Tav cares. He is focused in on the fat cock wagging right in front of his nose. Gale is pumping himself, though it seems more like an afterthought. Like he does not even notice himself doing it, fist sliding along his shaft and pulling down on the generous foreskin that the humans have.
It looks soft. Like everything about humans does. It makes him want to pinch it and pull it and make it hurt- only that Gale is the one doing the hurting, his fingers clenching tighter around the sensitive tip of Tav’s ear until he is wincing and hissing through sharp teeth.
“None of that now,” the wizard tells him. Had he been able to read Tav’s mind? Or maybe his thoughts had been all too clear on his hungering face.
Gale cocks his head towards a strong tree.
“You wish for me to indulge myself in you, do you not? Go on then – get into position.”
He finally lets go of Tav’s ear. It throbs in the wake of such cruel treatment… though not as hard or fast as his cock as he gets up and stumbles over to the tree as ordered. The energy flowing off of Gale is different. It is not the amiable warmth of his day-to-day dealings – nor is it the sharp, acidic crackle when he is in need of sustenance, cheeks gaunt and lips tight.
This is deeper and hotter. It’s waves of pressure pushing over Tav and rubbing against the little magic power he has accumulated for himself. It is overpowering and grabbing him right by the throat.
He leans forward, fingers already having opened up a few straps that slide to the side easily, taking the leather that had been covering him with them. Exposing him to the night. His tail curls to the side; inviting as only a Tiefling can be.
Tav turns his head and has to admit that he is quite startled to see Gale already behind him. His long hair is moving in a breeze that does not exist. His eyes look almost black as he stares down at Tav and his muscular back; curved nice and submissive for the other.
Gale is nothing in hand-to-hand combat. Certainly not for Tav who is used to crude moments of brutality such as crushing skulls against stone surfaces – but this is different.
Despite Gale’s inferiority, Tav finds himself desperately wanting to please him. He curls his tail around the wizard’s waist, trying to urge him closer and give him what he needs.
Gale narrows his eyes. He is not smiling like usually does. Neither is he talking which is much more unsettling. There is something about him that tickles Tav’s brain somewhere deep inside; even deeper than the creature burrowing its way through it.
He grabs Tav by the waist with one hand and one of his horns with the other, rudely forcing the Tiefling to look back forward at the bark of the tree he is bracing himself against.
“No sound.”
Gale’s voice sounds a little distorted. He does not elaborate on his command. He does not need to.
Not when he barely gives Tav time to understand what he said before starting to press the barely-wet tip of his cock against his hole. What little wetness there is is from Gale’s own excitement and what spit remains from Tav’s earlier ministrations. Nothing else to dull the burn of the wizard rocking his way inside Tav.
His tail trembles, back arching harder. He opens his mouth but just like Gale ordered – he makes no sound.
He has to admit that he enjoys this dominant Gale. The one that uses his horns like the reins of a horse to keep Tav nice and in line as he fucks him dry on his veiny cock. Tav might be part wizard but he is more warrior, and Gale knows that.
He uses Tav well, rudely fucking the last couple inches of cock into him until he bottoms out. Knowing that the Tiefling is sturdy and can take it. Wants to take it.
Wants to howl on Gale’s cock like a dog, tongue lolling out of his skull and eyes rolling into his head.
His sharp nails dig deeper and deeper into the bark of the tree. He half anticipates the druid of the group to come running to the poor thing’s aid – but there is nothing that will get Tav off of Gale’s cock right now. No horde of Mindflayers, no infuriated druid – nothing.
Gale seems to be quite of the same mindset. He pauses for a moment once he bottoms out, then starts a punishing rhythm, hips slamming into Tav, cock burning a hot, agonizing line up his spine. His insides are molten lava and Gale is forming them into his own shape.
The magic crackling off of him is becoming more and more intense. Tav can taste it on his uselessly dangling tongue. His whole body is vibrating for the powerful wizard. He feels primed for him, cock spitting out pre-cum and muscles wounding tighter and tighter.
The fist around his horn becomes hard and unyielding, ripping his head back like he wants to snap his neck.
“Take me,” Gale hisses through grit teeth. He is a different man right now. A much more terrifying man. “Take what I give you!”
Tav gurgles pathetically. His tail is tight around Gale’s waist, barely letting him thrust properly. It’s mostly a rutting, hard and unrelenting.
The bumbling, romantic fool from hours ago seems impossibly far now that Gale fucks him like a demon on earth, magic crackling in bursts in the air around them.
He is terrifying like that. And Tav can feel himself getting addicted.
Like an obedient puppy he comes on the cock harshly breeding him – and Gale follows along soon after, a low animalistic growl in his throat.
How exhilaratingly dangerous.