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Ducks & Revelations

We're back with part 2 of a series of little smut write-ups that may also have a bit of fluff on the side. Because how can I not add fluff when it's Halsin? I do love the idea of him losing a wee bit of control during mating season and I'm a sucker for some roughing up, so I hope you're all enjoying this! Although there's a question for you all: is *the* bear sex something to write about next time? Full on bear, with the fur and the claws and the pp? Unsure how many people are interested in it.

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Breakfast proved to be a challenge for Edith. Her appetite had returned even after last night’s passionate lovemaking, but the soreness between her legs seemed to protest her attempt to settle next to Halsin. She winced, muttering a set of curses as the druid looked up to assess her injuries.

“What is the matter?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on her arm. His thumb circled her wrist lazily, but his eyebrows were furrowed in worry. Edith offered a chuckle as she widely gestured towards her lower half, as if to remind him of their activities the night before.

The hairs on Edith’s neck stood up at the thought. It had been more than she anticipated. They were still new lovers and exploration was part of what made every night so special for her. Mating season was upon most of the forest, which proved to be rather challenging for Halsin, even in times of rest.

Hence, the cuddling that began with her gently cocooning herself between the Archdruid’s muscular arms very quickly turned into a relentless fucking in the middle of the woods.

The problem that arose though, was his lack of control. As he had confessed, there was something about being on all fours that made him especially vulnerable to his Wildshape. It was animalistic, he had said, seeing her drooling hole pulsate with need as he positioned himself at her entrance. The sex felt different, too. it was unlike his usual self, where his poise usually kept until the very last moments before release. His strokes were rough, seeking deeper comfort in her insides. His body suddenly transformed into a bear in the middle of their coupling—which also half-way crushed her in the process. What she didn’t expect though, was his cock swelling twice in size to match the beast’s large form, which was enough to practically split her open.

Metaphorically, she thought at first, until she felt a sharp pain that began at her core and ended with thunderous boom inside her head any time she attempted to take more than a step.

He followed her nod, and it took him a beat to understand her meaning. His expression dropped, as did the handful of berries he was holding in his other hand. “Oh…” he bowed his head, clearing his throat before looking up at her once more. “I… Forgive me, Edith. I should have been gentler. No— I should—I should’ve had more control. I’m no longer a cub with need of guidance, I should be able to—“

“No,” she said, feeling her entire body shift uncomfortably at the sudden movement. “I… It’s not ideal, but I don’t mind it either.” she confessed, biting at her lip as she saw his despair turn into confusion.

Edith was not how he typically referred to her. It was only reserved for the most dire of conversations—the near death ones—which he for some reason felt this situation was part of.

“No, you are in pain.” he shifted to grasp onto her hand with both of his own. “I have hurt you. I should have— There are ways to better control myself. I cannot—Oh, little flower. I—Oakfather, forgive me.” his pleads soon turned into quiet mutters as he shut his eyes in prayer, keeping whatever distain he had for his actions within his thoughts.

“Halsin,” she said sternly, sighing when he didn’t respond. Wobbling herself into some balance, she slowly leaned down until she rested in a squatting position in front of him. She could see him in deep focus, with furrowed brows and tightened fists as he continued to mumble prayers to Silvanus. Her free hand moved to cup his face, using her thumb to smooth out some of his wrinkles. “Halsin, I promise you this is not a problem you should concern yourself with.”

Without opening his eyes, he replied, “I beg you to not reward my senselessness with affection.”

Edith responded with an eye roll as she rested her thumb at his temple, gently squeezing to get his attention. "You're being a bit theatrical now, bear," she let out a small chuckle, "I've just been well and thoroughly fucked, is all."

Halsin ceased his prayers, blinking his eyes open with a puzzled expression. "You... you do not mind the pain?"

Her nose scrunched up for a moment as she contemplated her response, placing a finger under her chin in thought. She turned back to him, humming softly before saying, "Well, it's not exactly ideal, but I'd be willing to forgive your transgressions if you..." She trailed off, smacking her lips while searching for the appropriate request. "Make me a duck?"

“A… duck?”

“Yes. You’ve been going on about carving them for ages now but I haven’t seen them around. So, I,” she scooted closer, emphasizing her point, "want," she continued, leaning forward, "a duck," she finished, tilting her head upward until their foreheads met.

Halsin was not a man that lost his thoughts easily. In fact, he was probably the last person to be dumbfounded purely through principle. Yet here the 300-year old elf was, looking as confused as a baby deer attempting to walk for the first time.

Edith caught note of his bewilderment, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on his cheek. It was where the scars met his tattoo, a favorite spot of hers she soon found. With a slight chuckle, she asked, “Is that a no?” “What kind of… duck?”

She shrugged in response, turning her gaze towards the skies as if she would find any. “I’m not the animal expert here, but I would request she had a hat on.”

“A… hat?”

“Yes, a nice hat.”

Halsin cleared his throat and nodded in response. In a moment, he was on his feet and making his way towards a large oak tree, being careful not to disrupt the little critters on the ground as he looked over some of the fallen logs and branches.

Edith used the time to find a comfortable place on the ground. It took all the effort in the world to not curse every God in existence with each movement. She wasn’t a stranger to pain, not since she crash landed on a coast in the middle of nowhere after getting kidnapped by Ilithids. This was a different kind of pain entirely — one that was etched into her most sensitive parts, as if a memory carved into her flesh was screaming out to remind her of a particular brand of unfamiliarity.

She certainly wouldn’t forget any of their encounters.

He decided to take her every day ever since that day at the Last Night Inn. For an old man, he didn’t seem to lack any stamina. And while she was capable of releasing more than a few times with any partner, even she would admit he seemed to crave her touch an abnormally high amount of times.

At some point, he had taken to calling her his most addicting poppy.

“I believe this will do.” her thoughts momentarily paused as her attention was turned to the man looking over a large log, slowly dragging his fingertips over the bark. There he stood under the canopy of trees, looking back at her with curiosity as rays of sun penetrated through the thick of it, illuminating his body.

Edith cocked her head as she inspected more of it. For an elf, he was rather hairy—the hairiest one she had ever seen, in fact—yet she still felt a bear warranted more fur. In the light of the morning, bearing just his trousers, she couldn’t help but feel a tingle between her legs even with the sting that followed.

“Little flower?”

“Mm?” she hummed in response.

Halsin chuckled, “I hope my ministrations have not altered your mind as much as they have your body.”

“Oh, they have. Had those mind flayers taken my paint brushes when they abducted me, I would have painted at least ten portraits of you.” she confessed, doing her best to scoot herself once he joined her with log in hand.

“Well, we are practically at the gates.” he commented, reaching into his belongings to grab a small blade, inspecting it for a moment. “While all its noise, smoke, stone and bustle may not be what I find comfort in, I am willing to accept torture at the price of a painting.”

Edith only nodded in response. Painting had been just a passion she could no longer find time for. Obtaining coin in Baldur’s Gate was a difficult task no matter the job, but art was a particularly tricky endeavour only afforded to the privileged whose galleries were bought and paid for by their patrons, parents or partners—hence the jack of all trade skillset she had managed to acquire over the years.

Watching Halsin gave her soul an ease she didn’t expect to find in a person. The salt air in the outskirts of the city sometimes did, as did the soft movements of her brush with each stroke over the canvas. Seeing him though, whether in conversation, manual labor, praying or taking strolls in the forest, gave her the same serenity she hadn’t experienced in people before.

“I feel strangely nervous about this.” Halsin admitted, holding his thumb at the spine of the blade as he began shaving down the bark. “I don’t believe I have whittled in years. Nor do I think I have ever had a person ask of me carve anything for them.”

“Best do your best to impress me, then,” Edith challenged, her eyes not leaving his hand as he continued shaving slivers from the wood. A few times she found herself looking over some of the protruding veins on his hands, the flexing of his muscles and the beads of sweat that formed on his skin. She was thankful he wasn’t observing her in return, since she swore she could feel herself drooling.

He spoke about it occasionally, fucking her like an animal. Mating season was the height of his sexual desires—and between the straining of his trousers at all hours of the day and the continuous touching that led to him having to excuse himself once their teasing had become too much—he wanted to share that experience.

The only problem was his Wildshape. Not only would he lose complete control of his elven body, but his senses would transform to that of a beast too. It meant he would no longer have full control of his movements, which he felt was unbecoming of someone who wished to have her as a mate and not just a lover.

Edith wasn’t entirely too sure if she wanted to experience it at first. Having intercourse with something non-human, elvish, or well, capable of speech, did not interest her. Though, after spending some time with Halsin and occasionally—almost, barely—getting a taste of his beastial side, even she would admit that curiosity was getting the better of her.

Now, whether that curiosity would literally kill the proverbial cat was the question she wasn’t prepared to answer.

She was familiar his humanoid abilities which far exceeded any expectations she may have had. Even in the depravity of her filthy thoughts before they had ever touched, she couldn’t imagine just how attentive, loving and generous of a lover he would end up being.

A joyful thought that always came to mind was how intent he was on her fulfilment first. Edith often wished he would runt her sooner, yet he always made time to give her enough attention with his tongue or fingers. No coupling was that urgent that it didn’t require the flowers be watered before rearrangement, he had said once.

And what a rearranging he typically did. His member was meaty, long and at attention for so long that it sometimes made her ponder about his wellbeing. She wasn’t a particularly small person, yet even she found herself being smoothed by body and cock all at once.

The thoughts flooding her mind began tickling down to her core. Edith absentmindedly chewed on her lip as she studied his face now, laced with concentration as he smoothed over the log. He lifted it at eye level, searching for bumps and ridges before his gaze settled on hers. It gave him pause and Edith could tell he recognized her expression.

“My heart, while I appreciate your eagerness even in times of pain, I do not think it a bright idea to encourage me to do more harm at this time.” he said, gently placing one hand on her shoulder and giving it a small squeeze.

“I can’t stop thinking about what you said.” she retorted, momentarily looking away from him to hide the flush on her cheeks.

“What are you referring to?”

“The… You know when we were discussing the potential for having sex, the, um,” she paused to clear her throat, “Without any boundaries?”

She couldn’t see him, but she could hear the smile on his lips when he responded. “That is a conversation I thought settled, love.” he responded. “I do not wish to do things to you that may cause you any embarrassment, discomfort or the inability to cease if you believe it is too much.” Edith could feel small circles being rubbed on her shoulder as he spoke. “Besides, that is not the way I tend to my mates.”

“Is that what I am to you, now?”

“Well, I had hoped you wouldn’t protest. It is not something I use lightly. I have had many lovers, as I’ve confessed before, but not many mates. That is a word I cherish dearly and I do mean it, if you feel the same, of course.”

Edith pursed her lips for a moment in an effort to hide the smirk that was forming. She turned her attention back to him, “As your mate, then, I demand to be fucked without any constraints next time.”

Halsin smiled warmly at the sentiment. “And as your mate, I deserve a say in how we conduct this. How about we heal your current wounds before adding any new to the collection, hm?” he hummed.

Edith scoffed. “I can’t believe I have to beg a man to fuck me.”

The druid placed the log on the ground, giving him enough space to scoot in front of her. Even in a sitting position, he towered over her. Even when leaning down to speak to her, he felt intimidating. “You do not have to beg me to fuck you, though I do cherish your cries of pleasure when you are gracious enough to sing them to me. I do however, want you to be aware of my untamed side. I am very deliberate in the partners, places and intentions. Asking this of me requires a colossal amount of trust.”

“And you do not trust me?”

Halsin’s hand found her cheek a moment later, softly using his knuckles to pet it, “I do. But this is something that requires your trust of me. I have caused injuries before, and I do not wish to—“ he began, pausing before he could finish his thought. “Although, I suppose that ship has sailed, as they say.”

Edith responded by lunging her body forward to press their lips together. The sudden movement made her wince and when her body collided with his, her groans of pain smothered in the kiss they shared. Halsin chose to respond, his hand quickly finding its place at the back of her head.

She mirrored him, grabbing a hold of the hair—the braids—at his neck. Very slowly, she rose herself into a kneeling position, grimacing once she felt that sharpness tingle at her core a second time. Halsin seemed to notice and momentarily stop, which spurred Edith to remove one of her hands and place it between his legs instead.

As if on cue, he seemed to continue. It didn’t take her long to find his member, now that she was familiar with every part of him, down to the clothes he wore. In an instant, her hand slithered itself between the leathers, reaching the shaft of his cock and grabbing a firm hold.

Halsin smacked his lips away, choosing to rest his forehead on hers, “My heart…” he breathed. She could feel him fighting for control again. “I will not injure you again.”

“Don’t worry, I have other plans.” she grinned, bending herself until her face was eye level with his member. Using her other hand, she unfastened his trousers and pulled down, freeing his large member in the process. Her nose made contact with the shaft and she inhaled deeply at the scent of him—salty, earthy, with a hint of leather. Smells weren’t a sense she associated with people, but when it came to this man, it was all she could think about.

Her mouth took in his head, her tongue following and lapping away in pursuit. Pre-come was forming at the top and she didn’t take long to lick away at it, inciting a moan from the large elf as his palm gripped her hair, pulling at it with enough force to make her head jerk back.

His member released with a pop from her lips, as Edith looked up. “Is this not acceptable?” she teased, knowing fully well he never complained about her meticulous mouth work.

Halsin growled in response. She could feel his breathing becoming ragged, indicating the start of his transformation. It was in these moments that she longed for him most. His eyes hadn’t yet turned golden and his body hadn’t transformed, but his grip on any part of her felt as though he could rip her in half. It was in this juncture that she craved for him to fuck her like a wanton whore.

“I require more than your lips, little flower,” he demanded, his usual tone shifting onto a more guttural one as he kept her head angled towards him. “And I do not wish to hurt you, again.”

“Well, I suppose it’s high time you learned some control, bear.” Edith moved her mouth closer to his cock, this time poking her tongue out so that it barely touched the side of it. She could feel his grip tighten around her scalp and the embarrassing whine of pleasure that escaped her lips was enough to break her attempt at commanding him.

“You do not get to make those demands of me yet, mate.”

Instead of pulling away, Edith could feel herself being pushed closer to his member. With a free hand, she could feel him tapping below her jaw and without much protest, opened her mouth while keeping eye contact. The swiftness with which he jammed his cock to the farthest ends of her mouth was not something she was expecting, hence the choking that followed.

Edith wished to say anything, to maybe dispute his defiance or tease him, but she knew better than to push her luck. The druid had buried himself in her mouth, stilling entirely as he sought some reprieve. One hand was holding her jaw in place while the other pushed at the back of her head, which left the human with no choice but to search for air through her nostrils.

“Although, I have not yet spent myself inside your throat,” Halsin smiled as he cranked his neck towards the skies, eyes firmly shut. The moan that escaped his throat was delicious, “And while I enjoy marking your womb as my own, there are other places where I may leave some scars that are less… agonizing.”

Edith groaned in response. His words were honeyed no matter the topic, but she often found the possessiveness in his voice when he was referring to claiming her was her favorite. She hadn’t thought herself a woman who longed to be, not until she met the bear. Now that she had effectively become his mate—whatever that meant—she was fairly certain he wouldn’t cease the territorial marking.

Halsin began gently rocking his hips, which she immediately felt at the back of her throat. Accommodating a man his size was difficult and it seemed most of her body protested the intrusion as she began to gag on his member. Tears pooled in her eyes and they soon spilled down her cheeks as a burn began forming in her gullet.

Seemingly able to notice, the druid looked down to assess his mate. This time, she could see his eyes were already beaming a golden color, his lip twisted in a snarl as he observed her expression. Edith wondered how she looked — on her elbows, her ass hanging in the air as she craned her neck to help ease the death grip he had on her scalp.

The pain between her legs had long escaped her thoughts, replaced by her fight or flight instinct that was screaming for aid from the asphyxiation. Halsin had never allowed himself to be this rough with her, though she did appreciate the change of pace. It seemed that mating season was the crest of his beasthood, something she would note to the tadpole in her brain later.

His pace picked up, which didn’t help the burn in her esophagus. Somehow, he was able to slowly pound himself in and out of her mouth with enough constraint to not come out the other side, which ultimately allowed her to find breath when he would pull out, even if momentarily. Their eyes hadn’t moved away from each other at any point, which only made the encounter so much more pleasurable to her.

Watching the bear’s expressions—unchanged and stern—as he used both hands to keep her focused on his cock, was a sight she burned inside her mind for later. Every so often, his lips would part. Once in a while, his brow would furrow. She swore at some point, she could see him begin to transform again.

Yet, he remained steadfast in his intentions to upkeep the tempo. Edith swore her jaw would dislodge the moment he let go of it, that she would no longer find words to speak since her tongue was unable to move on its own, that she may never swallow food again without sensing the head of his cock in her throat.

“I have longed to hear your voice. Speak to me.” Halsin commanded.

Edith’s eyebrows furrowed at the request. She was unable to move the muscles inside her mouth on her own volition, let alone be capable of speech. With the most effort she could muster, she attempted—and failed—at saying anything. The only thing that left her throat was a sound that matched the choking that followed.

Although, it did seem to please Halsin. “My heart,” he moaned, closing his eyes once more. The human soon realized the guttural vibrations that hugged his cock with each noise she made were goading his release. And so she complied, every so often attempting a word or two before finding herself close to choking. Halsin’s large hand spread over the top of her head this time, and in conjunction with the one holding onto her jaw, was now well and truly face fucking her into the ground.

Once she noted his thrusts became more erratic, she felt the grip on her chin release, only for his large paw to grab her at the base of the throat instead. The hold was strong, with two fingers seemingly pausing at her pulse points for just a moment before releasing.

“You take me so well. I can feel myself in your throat.” he complimented, stroking her neck affectionately with his thumb.

Edith’s nostrils were flared as she sought out oxygen. She swore she felt lightheaded the more he forced her onto the ground. But with the way his thrusts were paced, she knew he wouldn’t last much longer. To help aid him, she used a hand to reach underneath the spot where his cock and her mouth met, gently grazing over his heavy sack.

It seemed to startle Halsin for a moment, but he allowed her touch nonetheless. With feather-light movements, her fingertips began at the very tops of his skin until she reached the heavy load at the bottom, being careful to only use her nails to gently tickle at them—the way he preferred.

“Do not let it go to waste.” Halsin’s command caught her off guard. She momentarily paused, only to then feel build up in her throat. The bear halted entirely, letting out a growl as Edith could feel thick ropes of cum coat the back of her throat. It still amazed her how much spend he had each time they fucked.

Though, feeling it in her throat felt different to her cunt. She could feel her already occupied mouth getting filled with his sticky seed, prompting her to take a long and heavy intake of air through her nose as she felt it coat every bit of her mouth.

Halsin watched her carefully, his eyes losing their glow as she saw the familiar hazels return. Yet his grip hadn’t loosened, still firmly keeping her head in place as his come filled her. She panicked at the thought of it spilling out of her lips with how heavy his load was, but was happy to find his throbbing stop.

Very carefully, he began loosening the grip on her throat and head, which felt Edith with the sensation that she was entirely too at-will to control her movements. Had it not been for him quickly supporting her shoulders once his member pulled out of her mouth, she swore she would have keeled over.

Though, his stare was still commanding. “Open.” he instructed, curiously eyeing over her as she did so. She kept his spend in her mouth, and it took quite a bit of balancing on her knees until she felt comfortable enough to do what he had asked of her without risk of dropping any on the ground.

She stuck her tongue out, being careful to push back any drips that may have threatened to fall as she presented his mouth to him. Halsin examined her in approval, nodding once he felt satisfied enough with the sight. “Not a drop left.” he put a finger to her nose, tapping it ever so slightly while a grin played on his lips.

Edith did as commanded, gulping down the thick, salty liquid until she felt it dribbling down her pipe. With a few more swallows and check-ups with her tongue, she opened her mouth once more for him to inspect.

His hum told her he was satisfied with the outcome. “Next time, little flower, I long to see such depravities while you are at least not as injured.”

“I do not—“ Edith began speaking, before her throat tightened at the sudden use of her vocal cords which prompted her to cough instead. “I don’t think you realize just how little you’ve changed my mind over the lack of control request.” she said. “In fact, I can’t think of anything I would want more, now.”

The druid kneeled down, moving his hand from her shoulder to the side of her head where he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “In due time, my heart. Mating season has just begun. I promise I will not be as difficult to convince once my thoughts are replaced by carnal urges. Though, I’m not sure if you realize what you’re asking of me, still.”

His eyes then moved downward, between her legs, where he cocked his head slightly. “Are you in pain?”

Edith nodded. “I didn’t feel much when you were face-fucking me, though. Too busy trying to breathe and all.”

The hearty laugh that escaped his lips put a smile on hers. His happiness was an infectious disease of the most indulging kind. There was not a creature on the Material Plane that made her insides flutter as much as the bear man did.

“I can assure you, I have never face fucked anyone before.” he said, raising on two feet and helping Edith do the same. She took some time in balancing herself properly, finding it rather difficult to stand after a solid few minutes being restrained on the floor.

“Well, I’m glad to be your first in one lewd activity.”

“Come now,” he cooed, taking her hand in his as he made his way towards the half-shaved log on the ground. “I think I owe you more than one duck.”

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