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Beg like you need it

// Astarion x Gale x Tessa (Fem!Tav)

Astarion, Tessa, and Gale were tossed in jail. They're definitely innocent. Astarion and Tessa share a cell -- Gale is locked up on the other side of a brick wall.

The three of them have nothing to do but wait for Minsc to come find them.

And that could take awhile . . .

Astarion has some ideas on how to pass the time. He doesn't mind if Gale listens. But, if the wizard wants to use their little tadpole friends to watch, well, he'll have to beg.

18+ • NSFW • 5.5K words (1/1) • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Smut, Cuckolding, Inappropriate use of tadpole, Voyeurism, Vaginal sex, Vaginal fingering, Light bondage, Blindfolds, A little bit gay (not gay enough tho imo)

Gale glanced around the room as if expecting another guard to arrive at any moment. “I don’t believe resorting to violence was necessary in this particular instance.”

Astarion stared longingly at the blood on his dagger, almost as if considering licking it. He wiped it off on the guard’s sleeve instead. “Don’t be so wet behind the ears.”

“What’s done is done. I’ll check for anything worth taking.” Tessa bent down near the body and began rummaging through his pockets. “Only three gold.”

“You don’t suppose his family will want that? It’s not like we’re exactly in need after our misappropriation of Counting House funds. . .”

“Our what?” Tessa continued digging through the guard’s pockets.

“Misappropriate. Dishonestly or unfairly take something, especially money, belonging to another for one's own use,” Gale said.

Tessa sat back on her knees and looked up at Gale. “I love it when you use big words, babe.”

Astarion leaned against the wall, his eyes on Tessa, and huffed out a soft laugh. “She’s being sarcastic, Gale. In case you missed that.”

“It’s not sarcasm. I like learning. Sometimes. But, anyway. Gale, if it will make you feel better about this . . .” She gestured vaguely at the dead guard. “I’ll put some of our gold in his pockets. How much does a funeral cost these days?”

Tessa was actually in the middle of stuffing a handful of gold from her bag into the guard’s pocket when four more guards walked into the room.

“Shit.” Astarion tossed Tessa a glance, daggers at the ready, waiting for her to approve the next attack.

Tessa looked from Astarion to Gale, who now looked particularly glib. A word she’d recently learned from him.

Tessa stood and stepped away from the body. “We can explain . . .”

They could not explain.

In an effort to appease Gale and avoid further bloodshed, the three of them were dragged off to jail.

Tessa leaned against the bars of her jail cell, one she had the misfortune of sharing with Astarion. “How long before Minsc finds us?” She’d already tried — and failed — to rip the door off.

“We should find our own way out of this. Or settle in for the night,” Gale said from the other side of a brick wall.

“Oh, please,” Astarion said as he eased up next to Tessa. “I’ll have us out of here before you can — eh, you finish that sentence for me, Gale. I’ll get to work.”

Tessa gasped in surprise as Astarion slid his open hand up the back of her neck and into her hair. “Astarion — wha —”

Astarion tugged her head back and locked eyes with her. Tessa’s heart slammed against her chest, she knew he could hear it, and she hated that it gave her away.

“This will only take a moment,” he said with a smirk. Astarion held her in place, his grip tightening. He reached into her hair with his other hand. With two dexterous fingers, he plucked a single lock pick from her wild curls and twirled it in front of her face.

“What the fuck, Astarion? How long has that been there?” Tessa untangled herself from his hand and pushed him away.

“Don’t be ungrateful, darling,” Astarion teased.

“Tessa? What’s going on?” Gale asked.

“If Astarion doesn’t fuck this up we’ll be out of here before Minsc even realizes we’re missing,” Tessa said.

Gale sighed. “Ah. That is a relief. A great relief indeed.”

Astarion reached through the bars and started fiddling with the lock.

Tessa watched Astarion work and decided to take a shot at trying to make him just as flustered as he’d made her. “Yeah. A relief. I was worried we’d have to resort to more erotic forms of entertainment to get us through the night.”

The lock clicked open.

No? Fuck.

That wasn’t the lock.

“Tell me I didn’t just hear our only lock pick breaking,” Tessa said.

Astarion stepped away from the jail door. “You didn’t just hear our only lock pick breaking.”

“That’s great. You have another one?” Tessa ran her fingers through her hair, trying to find out what else Astarion had stashed in there.

Astarion tossed the broken lock pick onto the floor of the cell. “No.”

“Then why did you say that?”

“Because you told me to,” he said.

“Fuck.” Tessa shook out her hair, just to be sure. Nothing.

“What’s going on now?” Gale asked.

“Our escape plan failed. We’re stuck here,” Tessa said.

Two long strides were all it took and Astarion was invading her space again, smiling down at her with that sly, fanged, grin of his. “So, about those more erotic forms of entertainment, you mentioned . . .”

Tessa’s breath caught in her throat. Her chest and face suddenly felt so warm. Was she blushing? Fuck. “Ah, it was just a joke.”

Astarion pushed forward, a predatory glint in his eyes. Tessa stumbled until her back hit the brick wall that separated them from Gale.

“You’re too close, Astarion,” Tessa whispered. Her breaths came in hot, uneven gasps now.

“Am I?” Astarion placed his hands on either side of her head, enclosing her. His breath ghosted across her lips. He smelled like wine — and blood. Why was that so hot?

“What’s going on? Why are you so quiet?” Gale asked.

Astarion towered over her. Had it always been so warm in here? The smell of him enveloped her now. Astarion leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing against hers as he whispered, “Yes, Tessa. What’s going on?”

Tessa’s body reacted before she had time to process exactly what was happening. She jolted back, slamming her head against the brick wall.

“What was that? Are you okay? Someone speak to me,” Gale said.

Astarion laughed softly and pulled away. “I have a proposition for you. Both of you.”

Tessa somehow managed to hear Astarion’s voice over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding away in her ears. “Oh?”

“Don’t be coy now,” Astarion purred. “You two aren’t as discreet as you think. I’ve heard you talking about me.”

“What exactly have you heard?” Gale asked.

“Enough. Just know that I’m very interested,” Astarion said.

Did he just? Is he for real? Tessa stared up at him, searching his face for any hint of doubt. “Really? What happened to not being interested in a love triangle with Gale?”

“Don’t ruin the moment, darling,” Astarion’s lip curled up in disgust. “It’s not a love triangle. It’s sex. Surely that’s something we can all agree on? Besides, I’m ready to start . . . exploring again. And why not with someone I trust?”

Tessa’s breath hitched. “That’s good enough for me.”

“Good.” Astarion tapped Tessa’s lips with two fingers. “Gale?”

Astarion didn’t wait for a response, he nudged Tessa’s thighs apart with his leg — she rolled her hips, grinding against him.

Tessa bit back a moan. There was that telltale squirming in her brain. Gale wanted in. She let him.

There was no holding back the torrent of arousal that slammed into him. Gale watched through her eyes as Astarion stared down at her — pupils blown wide.

If she had any apprehension, that faded when she felt Gale’s excitement mingle with hers.

Tessa reached out to him through their shared connection.

Is this really happening?

It appears so.

And you’re okay with this, Gale?

I have made my feelings clear. It is something I have a . . . particular interest . . . in experiencing. Do you want this?

Yes. Very much.

Then far be it from me to prevent our . . . shared pleasure. Just . . .

Anything, Gale. What is it?

Just keep the connection between us. I want to experience this through you.

Tessa bit down on her lower lip and smiled.

“Are you two lovebirds finished with your little chat?” Astarion asked.

“Yes,” Tessa said.

“Yes, you’re done? Or, yes —”

“Yes,” Tessa said again, nodding this time.

Astarion’s smile widened. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Waiting? There would be no more of that. Tessa grabbed the front of Astarion’s shirt with two hands and pulled him down to her level, crashing her lips against his. It wasn’t the first time they kissed, and she’d learned the hard way how to avoid slicing herself open on his fangs.

This though, this was new. There was something deeply thrilling about kissing Astarion while Gale was inside her head — he found it deeply thrilling too. Tessa rolled her hips again, frantically grinding herself against his thigh.

“F-fuck,” she whimpered. Tessa squeezed her eyes shut and bit back another moan.

Astarion pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, laughing softly. Tessa continued to grind against him, her hands squished between their bodies as she clung to his shirt.

“Open your eyes, Tessa,” Astarion demanded.

She did as she was told. She trembled with anticipation as Astarion searched her face. He wasn’t looking at her though, he was looking for Gale.

His next words came out as smooth as velvet. “Is she always so needy, Gale? Or is this just all for me?” Astarion hooked a finger in Tessa’s leggings and tugged lightly, eliciting a moan from her. “If you want me to continue, you’ll have to answer the question, Gale. And there is a right answer . . .”

Tessa saw through Gale’s eyes. His forehead was pressed against the cool brick wall — mirroring how she stood with Astarion.

Gale was right behind her. If only he was in the cell with them too, but . . . well.

Please, Gale. If you want — I —

“Just for you, Astarion,” Gale’s voice was low and rough.

Tessa felt jealousy curl up in her core, stoking the flames of her arousal. She quickly realized it wasn’t her jealousy — it was Gale’s. And he loved this.

“Good.” Astarion raised his hand and pressed two fingers into Tessa’s mouth. He thrust his fingers in past two knuckles. She opened up so easily for him and began to suck.

“What a good girl,” he purred. Astarion removed his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop.

“Shall we find out just how wet she is for me, Gale?” His hand found its way beneath her underwear — but not far enough down.

Tessa stared up at him with wide eyes, wishing he would just fucking touch her properly already.

“Answer me, Gale,” Astarion said.

Gale already knew how wet she was. He knew the same way she could feel how hard he was. “Y-yes,” Gale said.

In one fluid motion, Astarion pushed his hand down and drove two fingers into her warm cunt. Tessa’s knees buckled, she would have collapsed if Astarion wasn’t holding her up against the wall.

“Oh, gods, fuck,” Tessa whimpered, melting into him.

“You’re such a good girl. So fucking wet for me and we’ve only just begun.” Astarion fucked her slowly, easing his fingers in and out of her with a level of grace that only he could manage.

“Tell me, darling. How many times have you imagined me inside you?” Astarion curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot. “Actually. Don’t tell me. Tell Gale.”

Tessa could hardly catch her breath. “Every day,” she whimpered.

“Even when it’s him?” Astarion nipped at her jaw.

“Y-yes,” Tessa said as she tried to fuck herself down further on Astarion’s fingers. “Y-yes, even then.”

A strangled noise escaped Tessa’s lips, something between a moan and a whimper as Astarion pulled away. He didn’t neglect her though, those two fingers moved to stroke her clit instead.

“How does that make you feel, Gale? Knowing that she wants me so badly she pictures me when you’re inside her?”

Tessa felt Gale’s pleasure move through her. She saw what he saw. He fisted his own cock, stroking himself slowly — drawing this out. “J-jealous.”

“Try again,” Astarion said. He continued to rub that little bundle of nerves, offering just the right amount of pressure.

Gale grunted. “H-humiliated.”

“Hmm. Anything else?” Astarion was perfectly composed as Tessa writhed beneath him.

“Turned on,” Gale said.

“You want to watch me fuck her. Don’t you, Gale?” Astarion buried his fingers in Tessa’s cunt a second time.

“Yes,” Gale said.

This time, when she moaned, she didn’t try to muffle the sound. “F-fuck, Astarion,” she whimpered. “That — fuck — that feels so good.”

Without warning, Astarion removed his hand from Tessa’s underwear and stepped back. She put all of her weight on that brick wall, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Tessa — and Gale through her eyes — watched as Astarion popped his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned around them as he lapped up her desire.

“We like that,” Tessa groaned.

Gale brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock and the sensation sent a new wave of pleasure through Tessa’s body.

“Mm.” Astarion removed his fingers. “I’m sure you do.”

Tessa stared up at him expectantly.

“You look positively flushed, dear. Perhaps we should remove some of those clothes?” Astarion was back in her space again. “What do you think, Gale?”

Tessa heard Gale’s voice in her head.

Are you still enjoying this?

How kind of him. He knew the answer. He could feel everything she felt, but he still took time to check.

Yes. Are you?

Gale growled out something that Tessa believed was a yes. It was enough to satisfy her — and Astarion.

Tessa’s shirt was the first to go. Then her bra. Astarion tossed them onto the floor by their feet. Then everything below her waist came off in one swift motion. She kicked them to the side.

Astarion kissed her, gently now. His hands wandered across her sides, stomach, and hips. His fingers pried the heat from her skin like a soothing balm.

Gale moaned from the other side of the wall. Tessa felt him squirming as phantom fingertips moved from her skin to his.

“That feels so nice, Astarion,” Tessa whimpered.

He trailed his fingertips over her shoulders and down her arms, every movement sweet and slow.

“You’re so good for me, Tessa. Good girls get rewarded. Do you want your reward?”

Tessa nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, please. Yes —”

Astarion grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward the bars of their cell.

Tessa gasped, stumbling along with him until her bare ass was pressed against the cool metal bars.

Astarion raised her hands above her head. He curled her fingers around the bars. “Do you think you can keep your hands there?”

Before Tessa could answer, Astarion plunged two fingers into her mouth. She gagged this time.

Once she found her composure, she swirled her tongue around his fingers and sucked.

“It seems she’s a little preoccupied. Gale, what do you think? Shall we tie her up?” Astarion slid his fingers in and out of her mouth, the same pace he’d used between her legs. The feeling went straight to her cunt.

“Yes,” Gale whimpered.

Astarion popped his fingers out of her mouth and traced her lips, wetting them with her spittle, before he stepped away. Tessa watched, chest heaving, lips parted softly as Astarion glanced around the room.

His eyes settled on her bra. He picked it up and gave the material a stretch. “This should do.” Astarion pressed into her space again and tied her wrists to the jail bars.

Astarion’s neck was so close to her face. She watched as beads of sweat rolled down his cheek, over his jaw, and along his neck.

Tessa felt the overwhelming urge to lick him — it hadn’t been her idea though. It came from Gale. Who was she to deny him this pleasure?

Tessa leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue along Astarion’s neck, licking up the salty droplets. Then, before he could move, she gave him a playful nip — not hard enough to break the skin.

Astarion tightened the bra to her wrists with a final yank and then pulled away from her. “Ah, ah, watch it, darling. We ask before we bite,” he teased.

Tessa pulled her wrists gently against the fabric. This would be a true test of her fortitude. It would be incredibly easy to rip through these bonds.

Then Tessa experienced something absolutely delightful. She felt Gale wonder what it would be like to be bitten. That feeling also went straight to her cunt — and Gale’s cock.

“Why don’t you bite me then?”

Astarion ran his tongue over his canines and smiled. “Perhaps. Only if you tell me whose idea that was?”

Astarion stood far enough away now that Tessa could drink in his figure. He was, unfortunately, still completely clothed but there was an unmistakable tension in his trousers.

“It was Gale’s idea,” Tessa said. “Gale would also like you to be wearing . . . less . . .”

“Oh, would he now?” Astarion hitched up his shirt slightly, exposing his hip.

Tessa bit her lower lip and nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Astarion purred. He slowly lifted his shirt and tugged it over his head.

Tessa watched, eyes trailing along his stomach, up his neck — she shivered when their eyes met. There was something truly dangerous there.

Tessa swallowed thickly as Astarion closed the distance between them. A rush of excitement from Gale moved through her.

“I can’t just be giving away everything for free,” Astarion teased. He gently pulled his shirt over Tessa’s face, obstructing her — and Gale’s — view.

She could only see through Gale’s eyes now. They stared at the same brick wall and listened as Astarion removed his pants. Tessa wriggled against the fabric holding her wrists in place.

Astarion grabbed Tessa’s hips and pulled her forward. His lips found the curve of her neck, he tugged at the skin with his teeth — then pressed his lips down and sucked.

Tessa groaned, wriggling to be closer to him. His hands held her in place as his hard cock bumped against her thigh. Her knees fell apart. The ache between her legs was impossible to ignore now.

Gale squeezed his cock, still stroking himself with the patience of a damn saint. He reached out to Tessa.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Are you?

Yes. I love you.

I love you too.

I’ll . . . be right back.

Suddenly, her mind was empty. Tessa was alone.

Astarion chuckled darkly against her neck. “Ah, ah, ah, naughty boy. If you want to watch, you’re going to have to beg.”

Astarion’s cock slid between her legs, the length of him brushing against her swollen lips. He moved back and forth, slowly, carefully — barely causing any friction.

Tessa tried to grind down onto Astarion’s length, but he made sure she couldn’t find relief.

Tessa wondered if relief would ever come — Gale wasn’t the type to beg for anything.

Then, he surprised her.

“Please, Astarion,” Gale groaned. “Please let me watch you fuck Tessa.”

Astarion rolled his hips. Tessa scrambled to feel him, moaning softly.

“Again,” Astarion demanded.

“Please, Astarion. Please — I need this. I want to watch your cock . . .”

Gale choked back a moan. “I need to watch your cock fucking into her. I want to hear her scream your name.”

“More,” Astarion said. “Tell the whole truth.”

Gale’s fist slapped against the brick twice. “I —”

Astarion rolled his hips again, pulling another desperate moan from Tessa.

“I want to be inside her head while you fuck her, Astarion. I want to feel your cock as though . . . “

“As though, what, Gale?” Astarion sounded so fucking smug.

“As though you were fucking me,” Gale choked out.

“Ah. There it is,” Astarion hummed. “And you, Tessa. Do you want this?”

Yes. More than ever. Is what she wanted to say. Instead, all she managed was a strangled whimper as Astarion bucked his hips against her. She nodded furiously.

There was that squirming in her head again. This time — when she welcomed the feeling — it was different. The tadpoles linked all three of them now.

Tessa watched through Astarion’s eyes as he lifted her leg and angled his cock at her slick entrance. She felt Gale’s excitement, Astarion’s hunger — and her own lust crash and build to a crescendo.

Her swollen lips parted for his cock as Astarion sunk himself into her cunt — stretching her out. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him.

“Fuck — you opened right up for me, didn’t you, darling?” Astarion growled.

Tessa paid extra attention to the sensations — making sure Gale had complete access to her body. She’d never shared herself with anyone so completely before. It was incredible.

Gale watched — they all watched — as Astarion’s cock disappeared into Tessa’s body again.

Astarion started slow, then steadily picked up the pace until Tessa was a stuttering mess — clinging to the jail bars to remain standing.

Their bodies collided noisily. The wet, slapping sounds drown out the rest of the world. Her slick drenched his cock as he snapped his hips up into her.

“F-fuck. I’m getting close,” Tessa whimpered. “I need —”

She didn’t have to ask. Astarion knew what she needed.

She watched through his eyes as he slid a hand between them and began to rub quick circles around her clit.

It was enough — it was almost too much. The heat coiled in her core. She wanted Gale to feel this too, but her brain stopped working as she reached the cusp of blissful unawareness.

One more little move — and she came undone on Astarion’s cock — screaming his name.

Astarion closed his eyes and pressed close to her. He slowed his pace, working her through her orgasm with languid strokes. This continued until Tessa was completely overstimulated, breathing hard, and struggling to stand.

Astarion began to lose his rhythm as he fucked himself into her. His breath tickled her ear. “I’m going to come inside you. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes,” Tessa whimpered. “Please. Please come inside me. Gods — Astarion —”

Astarion pressed his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her in as he found his release in her warm cunt.

Tessa clenched around him again, already building up to a second orgasm. He pumped his hips a few more times, slower now — then he pulled out.

Astarion removed his shirt from Tessa’s head. When her eyes adjusted to the light she saw Astarion’s face and nearly collapsed — he looked so perfectly wrecked. She did that.

She laughed softly. “You’re a mess.”

“You’re one to talk,” Astarion said.

For a second she saw through Astarion’s eyes again. She was — beautiful.

Tessa had plenty of confidence, but seeing herself — sufficiently fucked — through his eyes. She’d never felt more perfect.

Tessa squirmed. Her thighs were drenched with her own slick and now Astarion’s spend was starting to dribble out of her too.

“You want to come again, don’t you?” Astarion whispered.

Tessa nodded her head.

“Mm. That can be arranged. But first, we’ll have to clean you up.” Astarion looked past Tessa. “Won’t we, Gale?”

Tessa turned her head to see Gale standing just outside the jail door.

“You got out?” Tessa asked.

Gale blushed. “Simple knock spell . . .”

Tessa laughed. “Come in then.”

“My last spell for the day, I’m afraid,” Gale said.

“That’s okay. Our door isn’t locked. Is it, Astarion?” Tessa grinned.

Astarion laughed. “Aren’t you a clever girl? How long have you known?”

“Just a guess,” she said. Tessa squirmed against fabric holding her wrists.

Gale pushed the door open and stepped inside, almost timidly. His cock stood at attention beneath his robes.

“Oh, oh . . . aren’t you just . . . deliciously hard,” Astarion purred.

Gale swallowed thickly and stepped closer. His eyes flitted from Astarion’s naked form to Tessa strung up against the bars of the cell.

“Eyes on me, Gale,” Astarion demanded.

Gale met Astarion’s eyes and stepped closer.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately for someone who usually has so many pretty words. Perhaps that mouth of yours can be put to better use anyway.” Astarion circled Gale like a predator hunting its prey.

Gale stumbled until he was standing just in front of Tessa.

“On your knees, darling,” Astarion purred. “Use your mouth and clean my spend from between the pretty lady’s legs.”

Gale carefully got to his knees. He grabbed Tessa’s thighs and leaned close. He stared up at her with those big, brown eyes — pausing to drink in the view.

“Gale,” she whispered his name. Her heart threw itself at her ribcage — threatening to burst out of her chest.

He kept his eyes on hers as the flat of his tongue found the inside of her thigh. He diligently cleaned up her slick and Astarion’s spend before moving to the other side. Tessa whimpered and held tight to the jail bars.

Gale buried his face between her legs, beard tickling her skin as his tongue dipped between her lips and teased her hole. He moaned against her cunt, breath hot and heavy.

Gale squeezed her thighs as his tongue found her clit. He honored her needs in only the way he knew how — sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

Astarion approached and slid a hand up the back of Tessa’s neck. She hadn’t noticed before, but at some point, Astarion put his clothes back on. He turned her head and locked eyes with her.

Astarion trailed his fingers lightly up her stomach, across the swell of her breasts. He pinched one nipple, rolled it between his fingers — and then repeated the action with her other breast.

Tessa’s face scrunched up — lost somewhere between pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her legs shook and her walls clenched around nothing. So fucking close. But she needed more. “Gale — I — fuck. Fuck. I can’t — I need you inside me — fuck . . .”

Gale pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and leaned back. Astarion let go of Tessa and grabbed a fistful of Gale’s hair instead. He angled the other man’s face up to look at him.

Astarion invited Tessa into his mind — she closed her eyes and allowed herself to see what Astarion saw.

Gale. Pretty, plump, lips parted so softly. She could hear the pounding of Gale’s heart. His beard was wet from her cunt and Astarion’s spend. The scent of his sweat and desire was almost overwhelming.

A profound urge to see them kiss sent sparks across her skin. Was that coming from her? Or Astarion?

Astarion barked out a sharp laugh and glanced at Tessa. “It would seem your lady has some ideas of her own . . .”

Oh. So. It was her. Oops. It wasn’t the first time she’d considered it.

“Shall we give her what she wants?” Astarion asked.

“I wouldn’t want to waste this opportunity,” Gale sputtered.

Astarion smiled smugly and pulled Gale onto his feet before releasing his grip on Gale’s hair. “I just want to know how much I adore reducing you to a babbling mess.”

Gale whimpered. “I’m just — you’re —”

“Hush, darling,” Astarion purred. “Just answer me this. Do you want me to kiss you?”

Gale’s face turned a deep red. “Yes.”

Tessa closed her eyes, letting herself fall into Astarion’s experience as he crashed his lips into Gale’s.

The two men kissed, slowly at first. Tessa felt Gale’s beard tickle Astarion’s face — reveled in how warm his skin felt against Astarion’s hands as he slid them under his robes.

Then she felt exactly how hard Gale was. Well, Astarion felt it — when he curled his fingers around the other man’s cock.

“Fuck,” Astarion and Tessa whispered in unison.

Gale whimpered and bucked himself into Astarion’s hand. Astarion started to push Gale’s robes off, but Gale stopped him.

“These stay on,” Gale said.

“I understand,” Astarion said. He continued to stroke Gale — view obscured by the fabric.

Astarion nipped gently at Gale’s lips before capturing him in another kiss.

“Do you want to know what Tessa’s cunt feels like after she’s been properly fucked?” Astarion whispered against Gale’s lips.

Gale moaned, eyes squeezing shut. “Y-yes.”

“Say it,” Astarion demanded.

“I w-want to know what she feels like after you’ve fucked her,” Gale whimpered.

“Whose cock do you think she likes better?” Astarion growled.

Gale rolled his hips. “Yours, Astarion.”

Astarion chuckled. “You like that, huh?”

Gale nodded.

Astarion leaned closer, nipped at Gale’s earlobe, and whispered, “Think of me when you’re inside her. Know that I stretched her out. I made her come . . . you can’t even compare.”

Gale snapped his head down to meet Astarion’s eyes. He grabbed Astarion’s wrist and pulled him away from his cock.

“Too far?” Astarion asked. Something resembling concern flashed across his face.

Gale shook his head. “No. It was . . . that was good.”

Tessa’s hands were starting to go numb. “I’m done waiting,” she blurted. Tessa yanked her hands free — ruining her favorite bra — and stumbled toward the two men.

Astarion grabbed Tessa and roughly pulled her between them. He slid a hand between her legs and parted her thighs.

Gale pushed forward and his lips found Tessa’s. They kissed, hungry and desperate for each other. Tessa threw her arms around his neck.

Astarion lifted Tessa’s leg, creating space for Gale.

Gale didn’t hesitate. He pushed his robes out of the way, thrust himself into her aching cunt, and set a punishing pace.

Tessa whimpered and squirmed, held up only by the four hands gripping her tight.

Astarion’s breath ghosted across her neck. “Invite us into your head, darling. I’m going to bite you now.”

She opened her mind to them as Astarion sunk his fangs into her throat. She melted between them. It was all too much.

She tasted her blood on Astarion’s tongue — felt how warm and smooth it felt as he swallowed it down. Then there was how she felt clenched around Gale’s cock.

As if sensing how weak she was, Astarion reached a hand around and stroked her clit. It sent her over the edge. She came hard enough to see stars, moaning into Gale’s mouth and leaning back into Astarion.

Gale’s hips snapped against hers a few more times before he spilled inside her — cock pulsing as her walls quivered around him.

The next thing Tessa knew she was sitting on the floor of the cell, back against the brick wall. Gale knelt beside her. Astarion was nowhere to be seen.

“Did I pass out?” she asked.

“Just for a moment,” Gale said. “Astarion’s seeing if there are guards outside. Which — I imagine there aren’t. Otherwise our, uh . . . rutting . . . would have surely drawn some unwanted attention.” Gale held out her clothes.

Tessa remained on the floor as she pulled her clothes on. She studied his face. “You were unusually quiet. How are you feeling?”

Gale looked away from her for a moment — then met her eyes again. “It was . . . a lot. I’m going to need time to process.”

“But, you’re okay?” Tessa asked.

“Yes. I’m okay. Are you?”

Tessa nodded. “We can talk about it whenever you’re ready.”

Gale pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Astarion cleared his throat. “If you two are done, I’ll have you know that we can walk right out the front door.”

Gale helped Tessa to her feet. “Astarion, do you need to talk?”

“Don’t get all soft on me. You two keep your feelings amongst yourselves,” Astarion said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m fine.”

Tessa nodded and followed Astarion out of the jail. The guards outside the door were tied up and unconscious.

“Did you do this?” Tessa asked.

“No,” Astarion said.

“Then who?” Gale asked.

“I suspect it’s a gift . . .”

“Minsc?” Tessa asked.

“Likely,” Astarion said.

“Oh . . . do you think everyone knows?” Tessa asked.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Gale said.

There were plenty of comments when they returned to camp. Lewd remarks and the like.

Tessa waved them off, Astarion laughed them off and Gale snuck away to his room.

Tessa found him there, facedown on the pillows and buried under blankets. She crawled into bed next to him. He put his arm around her chest and pulled her close.

“I’m sorry,” Tessa said.

Gale propped himself up, one arm on the other side of Tessa. He studied her face. “Why are you sorry?”

“I’m worried that was all too much for you,” she said.

Gale shook his head. “It wasn’t too much. I’m still . . . processing. Give me more time.” He kissed her. “If you wish to share your feelings on the matter, you are more than welcome to do so.”

Tessa kissed him. “It can wait until you’re ready.”

Gale nodded and flopped back down into the pillows, his arm still thrown over her chest.

It wasn’t long before he was snoring softly. Tessa listened, still unable to fall asleep.

A knock on the door stirred her from her thoughts. “Come in,” she called out quietly.

The door creaked as it opened. It was dark, but Tessa could see Astarion’s distinct figure. He stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind him.

“Looking for a snack?” Tessa asked.

“No,” Astarion said as he approached the bed.

“What is it?” Tessa asked.

“Can I just . . .”

“What?”

Gale turned his head. “Just get in the bed, Astarion,” he mumbled.

“Oh.” Tessa lifted the blanket and shifted slightly closer to Gale to make room for Astarion.

Astarion slipped under the covers and curled close to Tessa. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Good. We’re sleeping.” Gale yawned.

Tessa pressed a kiss to Gale’s forehead, then turned to look at Astarion.

“This is nice,” she whispered.

“Sleeping,” Gale muttered.