It was one of these quiet nights. Everyone has fallen asleep quickly after a particularly rough day on the road. You and Gale came to share a tent. After all, you were in a relationship with him. You convinced him to a more traditional intimate time rather than his kink with the weave. Tonight all you wanted was Gale, the unfiltered man.

Right now, you were on top of him, leaving love bites on his neck and collar bone. His deep moaning gave you shivers and motivated you to please him more. That was until he didn't moan your name but Mystra's.

The second he had spoken her name, he realised it and looked at you, hoping you overheard it.