Being with Gale was.. well it was amazing. You were newly weds. Married today as a matter of fact and you had retired to your rented room in a tavern. Both of you a little drunk, so madly in love. It didn’t take long before your formal attire were on the floor.

Gale had you laying on the bed. Bare. Ready. Your wrists tied to the headboard with soft thrumming arcane magic. His arms wrapped around your thighs, letting your thighs rest on his shoulder blades as he gently kissed his way up the inside of your thigh, looking like a man starved. Gods he had so much love for you and all he wanted was to worship you until you were a shaking mess beneath him.

“Love.. I want to worship you like you deserve. May I?”