This story will be a collection of short adventures - all 'Naughty in Nature', as the name suggests
They will all be Rated M, for sexual situations and sometimes violence
This particular chapter is dedicated to my amazing friend, Lisa, for all you do for me.
Without you, my life would be a very boring journey! Much love always!
Chapter 1 - A Very Special Wedding Night
The day had been an historic one for Ferelden. King Alistair Theirin, newly crowned king of Ferelden, had married his best friend, Lisa Amell, a mage from the Circle Tower.
The marriage had sparked much controversy when it had been announced almost three months prior. The Chantry was in a complete uproar, incensed at the thought of their new Queen being a mage.
Alistair had refused to be deterred, stating that it was his choice as to whom he would marry. He would not be bullied into an arranged marriage by anyone. Lisa had fought alongside him to save Ferelden from the Blight and she had been the one to strike the killing blow into the Archdemon's head. If that did not qualify her to rule alongside him, he didn't know what would.
His decision might have been divisive enough to incite an Exalted March by the Chantry, had Lisa's popularity not been so overwhelming. Threatened with dissolution if they interfered with the King and his bride, the Chantry had finally agreed to support the couple, if only for the sake of the country.
The wedding had been beautiful, and all of Alistair and Lisa's closest friends had been there, with the exception of Morrigan, who was naturally absent. Lisa missed her close friend, but had respected her desire to be left alone following the Dark Ritual which had saved the Wardens' lives.
The celebration had gone long into the night, and the newlyweds had been escorted to their bedchamber by the Revered Mother, who blessed the couple's union and bid them goodnight.
Alistair turned to his new bride, a nervous grin on his face, and said quietly, "well, here we are."
Lisa smiled and took his hand in hers. "You know, Alistair, there is nothing to be afraid of. I promise I won't bite - hard." She emphasized the last word and felt a small shiver run through her husband.
"You know, you don't have to do this." he said. "I am honored that you married me, but I understood the parameters before I proposed. I know that you love Zevran, and I make no claim on you."
"I am your wife, and this is the promise we made to each other all those months ago, isn't it?" Lisa said softly, and pulled his face to hers, playing her tongue across his lips...
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Alistair had been in love with Lisa from the first moment he saw her at Ostagar. She had thick dark brown hair which fell in loose waves about her shoulders. Her eyes were of the darkest hazel, and he had lost himself in them the first time she looked his way.
The two had become fast friends, and Lisa never held Alistair's former life as a Templar against him. She had accepted him for who he was, and her kindness had only fueled his need for her.
He had awkwardly pursued her, and thought his chances of winning her affections very good; that was, until the day the Antivan assassin arrived.
Zevran Arainai was everything Alistair was not. He was suave, worldly, and unbelievably seductive. Lisa had been overwhelmed by the elf's presence, and it had not taken long for her to fall madly in love with him.
Much to the former Templar's dismay, Zevran appeared to return Lisa's feelings, and Alistair had been forced to abandon his quest to win Lisa's heart.
Their journey had been long and perilous, and Alistair, Zevran and Lisa were never apart. The mage always took both men with her wherever she went, and as time went on, the bastard prince and the assassin became close friends. Zevran knew of Alistair's feelings for Lisa, and never flaunted his relationship with the mage in front of him.
When Alistair was declared King at the Landsmeet, he was terrified that he would lose the woman he loved. He knew that no mage had ever been given a title, least of all made Queen, and with Zevran as her lover, he knew Lisa would be forced to part from him. The thought of being separated from his best friend was almost more than he could bear.
To Alistair's utter amazement, Zevran had approached him the evening following the Landsmeet with a plan to keep their group together. The assassin had seen how devastated the new King was at the thought of being parted from Lisa, and he proposed that Alistair make her Queen.
"That's impossible!" Alistair said, staring in shock at Zevran. "Lisa is no noble; and she is a mage! The Landsmeet will never agree to such a thing.
And you!" the King continued, his voice getting louder, "how can you claim to love her and yet offer her to another man! Have you no honor!"
"Alistair, my friend," Zevran said calmly. "I love Lisa, and nothing will change that. However, you need a Queen with strength of character. One who will aid you in rebuilding Ferelden, and one you can trust implicitly. There is no one more qualified than our beautiful mage for such a job."
"I agree with your thoughts on this," Alistair began, "but what are you saying exactly? Surely you will not leave Lisa? She would be devastated; and as much as I would love her as my wife, I would never see her hurt."
"Never fear, mio fratello," Zevran said, smiling warmly, "I have no intention of leaving our fair Grey Warden alone. I would propose that I stay here in the castle, as head of security. You will surely need my help making sure that no one lingers who was loyal to Loghain, and you would have Lisa at your side. That would allow me to remain with my love as she aids you in running this great country. A win for all, no?"
Alistair sat back in his chair, pondering the suggestion. Should he really be considering this? No matter how much he loved Lisa, could he sit by and watch her with Zevran when she was his wife?
"Oh, Maker, I didn't even think!" Alistair exclaimed. "What did Lisa say about all of this?"
"Lisa said it sounds perfect to her." a soft voice purred from the doorway. The mage in question strolled into the room, a broad smile on her beautiful face. She moved behind Zevran's chair and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Think about it, Alistair." Lisa said, "It is the best solution. You know I love you dearly and you will need people near you who care for you and know how to protect you. Zev and I are the best people for that job. Let us help you. Keep us all together."
Her last statement destroyed any doubt he may have had. This was his Lisa, his closest friend and the woman he loved, and she wanted to stay with him. He could handle anything if she was by his side.
"But you're a mage! How will we ever get the Landsmeet to agree?" Alistair said, desperation in his tone.
"Not to worry, Your Majesty." Zevran said slyly. "I have moved among the nobles and 'planted' the idea that the 'Hero of Ferelden' should be rewarded for saving them all. At one point or another during the Blight, Lisa has saved all of their families. They are now quite anxious to see her as Queen."
Zev continued, "I also overhead one noble say that the Chantry, after all that has been discovered regarding the drugging of the Templars, should be censored by the Crown and stripped of all power in Ferelden. I think you will find the Revered Mother to be too concerned with her own situation to argue against your marriage."
"Maker," Alistair said quietly, "this might actually work."
He glanced at Lisa one final time, and spoke in a soft voice. "You know, I will be expected to produce an heir." This is where she tells me to forget it, he thought sadly.
Lisa moved to Alistair's side and placed her fingers under his chin, lifting his face to hers. "We know that, Alis," she said tenderly and smiled at him. "Zev and I have discussed it at length and it's okay. We both know what is expected. I'm game if you are," she said teasingly and placed a loving kiss on Alistair's lips.
With that one kiss, their pact was sealed.
o~~~~~~~~o
Lisa's tongue slipped into his mouth and he groaned, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her tightly. He had dreamed of this day, and could hardly believe that it was real. The woman he loved was in his arms and he was kissing her, claiming her as his own.
Even an illusion was better than nothing, he thought to himself. She may be Zevran's love, but in this moment, she was his wife, his Queen, and nothing else mattered.
"Starting without me, mia caro?", Zevran said as he sauntered into the bedroom. He walked to Lisa and ran his hand slowly down her back.
Alistair looked up and met the Antivan's eyes. "Zevran, may I ask what you are doing in my bedroom?"
"Of course you may, Your Highness," Zevran said, smiling wickedly. "I am here to ensure that your wedding night is everything that you want it to be. Am I not, Lisa?"
Alistair backed away slowly, "W-wait a minute, both of you. I do not recall agreeing to anything like this. What exactly is going on here?"
Lisa smiled coyly and looked from Zevran to Alistair. With a nod from the assassin, she moved toward her husband again and ran her hands down his arms. "You do want me, don't you, Alis?"
"Maker, yes." he said and felt himself harden at the sound of her voice. Her touch sent waves of pleasure shooting through his entire body.
"And I want you, too, Alistair. So much.." she said as her hand traveled over his chest, down his stomach, and curled sensually around his erection. "I also want Zevran. I want you together."
Lisa smiled wickedly. "I promise you pleasure like you have never known." Her hand was stroking him slowly, and he groaned loudly. "But I need my own satisfaction. And my greatest desire is to have you both, forever."
Alistair could no longer stand the sweet agony of her hand on him, bringing him ever closer to his climax. "Yes!," he cried lustily. "Whatever you want, my love! Whatever you need! Just please end this torture!"
Lisa released his cock and moved to the bed, sliding onto it and removing her gown. She was naked beneath it, and Alistair stood dumbfounded, gazing at her beautiful body.
Her breasts were large and full, with dark pink nipples. His eyes trailed down her taut stomach muscles and came to rest on her moist sex, soft hair glistening with her need.
She held her hand out to him. "Come to me, Alistair. Let me give you everything you have been wanting for so long."
Alistair climbed onto the bed, followed closely by Zevran. Lisa pulled Alistair's shirt over his head, as Zevran pulled down his breeches. He heard a moan of desire from his Queen as she gazed lovingly over his body.
"Lay on your back, lover," she whispered to Alistair and he complied. Lisa crawled up his legs and positioned herself over his throbbing penis.
"Are you ready?" she asked, her eyes twinkling lustily. At the trembling nod from her husband, Lisa lowered herself on him slowly, groaning as he filled her completely.
Lisa began to move steadily, rocking her hips to pull him deeper inside of her. Zevran moved behind her and reached around, grasping her breasts in his hands. The assassin moved in time with her, kissing her neck and rubbing her nipples between his fingers.
Alistair watched the couple writhing above him through heavily lidded eyes. Lisa gasped loudly and brought her arms up to wrap them around the back of Zev's neck, pulling him closer to her. "Alistair, you are amazing!" she purred, beginning to rock faster, filling his body with heat.
Zevran looked down at the man below him. "Touch her, " he ordered. Alistair reached up and placed his hands on her stomach, feeling her muscles twitch beneath them. Zev dropped his hand to Alistair's, guiding his fingers to the warm folds of Lisa's sex. "Here," he gasped, and slowly drew Alistair's thumb in circles around Lisa's clit, causing her to cry out wildly and grind harder onto the trembling King.
Together, the men brought Lisa closer and closer to her completion. She began to convulse tightly around Alistair' cock, screaming as her orgasms overtook her.
Unable to control his own need, Alistair spilled his seed deep inside his wife, panting for air and clutching tightly onto her hips.
When at last her climax subsided, Lisa slid from Alistair and lay next to him, Zev on her other side. The assassin ran his hands over her stomach, calming her.
Regaining her breath, Lisa turned to Zev. "I do believe it's your turn, darling," she purred and rose up onto her hands and knees.
Zev chuckled seductively and positioned himself behind her, running his fingers over her bottom and gently pulling her lips apart. He teased her clit with his fingers and pushed himself inside her in one strong thrust. Lisa cried out in ecstasy and moved with him, begging for him to thrust harder.
Her eyes fell on Alistair and saw he was growing hard once again. She licked her lips suggestively and smiled at her husband. "Come closer," she said huskily. " I want to taste you."
Alistair shivered and moved to lay below her, his now throbbing cock directly beneath her face. She leaned forward and grasped him with her hand, bringing him into her mouth and sucking gently, stroking him in time with Zevran's thrusts.
Zevran began to moan quietly, his passion building. With each thrust he continued fondling Lisa's nub, sending shivers of passion through her.
The three bodies were thrashing on the bed in unison, cries of passion filling the suite. Moving as one, they reached the peak of their ecstasy, finally collapsing in a heap of limbs.
Lisa was the first to speak. "Maker's Breath," she whispered. "That was the most amazing sex I have ever had!" Her male companions quickly agreed. She lay down next to Alistair, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Zevran curled up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist, sighing contentedly.
As they fell asleep, Lisa released a deep sigh of contentment.
It's good to be the Queen!
o~~~~~~~~o
mia caro = my darling
mio frotello = my brother
