Winning Over The Weave Master

Weaving Desire

Gale watched with slight bemusement as his love,Lyra argued with Astarion. While he wasn't close enough to hear the words being said between the pair, he could tell it was a heated conversation. Lyra knew how to raise the vampire's hackles that was for certain. Gale marvelled at how Lyra carried herself. She didn't cower away from confrontation. It certainly made her best suited to lead their group. She handled the many different personalities of their traveling companions with ease being as level headed as she was. She'd make a great diplomat in his humble opinion. The world definitely needed more folks that acted the way she did. Would mean alot less conflict.

Gale watched Astarion throw his hands up in defeat. Astarion glared over in Gale's direction before he sauntered off in a huff.

Gale wasn't sure what the look Astarion had shot his way even meant but he was sure his Lyra would explain it all. He watched her take a calming breath to compose herself before she turned in his direction. The smile that spread on her face at seeing him had his heart skipping. How had he got so lucky. Lyra's beauty would make even the Gods jealous and she had chosen him.

Lyra greeted him with a passionate kiss once she was close. He moaned against her mouth, wrapping his arms around her waist to press her up against his body.

After the kiss ended he asked her gently," So what was that all about my love? What is Astarion so pissed about now?"

Lyra groaned, nuzzling herself against his neck before answering him.

"He was complaining about how loud we were last night."

Gale chuckled. Of course the vampire  heard them his heightened hearing would have made it nearly impossible for him not to. Gale hadn't thought they'd been that loud otherwise at least no one else had said anything about it to him. Not that he'd care if they had. His woman's pleasure was all that mattered to him and they were all adults.

"What did you tell him?" Gale's curiosity was piqued.

"That he's just jealous he isn't getting any.That our sex life isn't his business and that I'll be even louder next time just to spite him for being an asshole."

Gale laughed as he cupped her cheeks to have her look up at him. "You're incredible Lyra. I love you."

Lyra smiled warmly back at him, " I love you more."

Gale smirked and shook his head, " Impossible because I love you most. "

They both broke into a fit of laughter as Gale took her hand in his and they went to start their day.

The day went by fast. It was blessedly uneventful. It wasn't often they had quiet moments.

Wyll had even offered to make dinner for the group that night so Gale had nothing to busy himself with. He was going to take the rare opportunity to lavish his attention on his woman.

They slipped away from camp to have a wash and Gale was enjoying pampering Lyra. He helped her wash her long hair and enjoyed the sensation of her warm wet body sliding against his.

His desire for her was a constant heat that simmered within him. He was unable to resist leaning down to kiss over her collar and up the side of her neck. Her moans of pleasure filled his ears and when Lyra shifted herself  back against him to press his aching erection between her buttcheeks, he hissed.

"Gale...take me." Lyra whimpered

"Yes..I want to be deep inside you. You make me think of nothing else. I've been aching for you since you gave Astarion a lecture.  Do you think he'll hear us from here?"

Gale realized the idea of the beautiful bastard hearing him pleasuring his woman was thrilling. He wanted everyone to know Lyra was his and how much he pleased her.