A/N: This story was inspired by a gorgeous painting by khemiri. Check out her work on deviantart.
Chance Encounters
Zevran smiled down affectionately at his companion's glossy black thatch of hair. With infinite tenderness, he smoothed a strand behind her delicate, pointed ear, then let his fingers ghost along her earlobe. She hissed with pleasure, arching back into his arms.
"Zev. You..." The needy tone in her voice made him smile. "Can't you at least wait until we get up to our room?"
"I'm not sure I can." Burying his face in her hair, he whispered right in her ear, noting with approval her tiny gasp at the brush of his lips against her throat. "It's been too long, Violetta."
They had been on the road for over a week, with hardly a minute to themselves, and when they had arrived in Cumberland in the early afternoon, the first place they had sought out, by mutual consent, had been the public bath. Once they looked clean and well-groomed again, they had headed for this pleasant inn and got a room with a nice view across the Waking Sea, before heading down again for dinner.
The seafood chowder had been delicious, and the wine even more so, and now Vi was curled up contentedly against his side. Or had been until he started teasing her. He shifted a little, feeling the effect of her proximity, and was about to suggest they withdraw to their room, when the door opened and he heard a familiar laugh.
A gorgeous, dark-skinned woman came in, followed by a tall, lanky elf, and scanned the crowd with a practiced gaze that lit up when it came to rest on him. "Zevran!"
He felt Vi tense against his body for a moment before she, too, recognized Isabela and sat up to greet her. The pirate made her way over to them with a delighted smile.
"Zevran! Imagine running into you here!" Isabela leaned down to kiss his cheek, humming with approval when she breathed in his scent. "And who's your charming companion?"
Zevran smiled. "You've met her before, my dear. Don't you remember?"
Isabela frowned briefly as she looked Vi over, taking in the dark, finely crafted leather armour, the chin-length black hair, the pale, heart-shaped face. But it was only when she looked into her eyes, large and violet, that recognition dawned. She gasped. "You? What are you doing here?"
The last time they had met, at the Pearl in Denerim, Vi had been wearing long, flowing robes, a mage's circlet crowning her long mane of hair. She had obviously gone to some lengths to change her appearance.
Isabela turned to her companion, lowering her voice so the people at the neighbouring tables couldn't hear her. "Fen. Meet Viola Surana, Grey Warden, the Hero of-"
"Shhh. None of this hero business." There was no mistaking the mischievous expression on Vi's pretty face as she shushed the pirate. "Nowadays I just go by Vi."
"But-" Isabela started, and Zevran judged it better to change the subject.
"Later, my dear. You haven't introduced your companion yet."
"Of course," Isabela exclaimed. "This is Fenris. We've been travelling together for the past few months, ever since Kirkwall went to pieces."
Fenris just nodded, without saying a word, and Zevran raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but the strange elf intrigued him. Those large green eyes, the gleaming-white hair, the curious markings on his skin... He caught himself wondering how far those went, following their trail right up to where they disappeared below the elf's tight leather vest. He looked up again, to be met by a dryly amused gaze.
"And you are...?" The stranger's voice was deep and husky, carrying untold promises.
Zevran swallowed. "Zevran Arainai, former Antivan Crow, now rogue assassin and occasional hunter of darkspawn. At your service, ser." He bowed with a sultry look at Fenris that elicited a small chuckle.
"Come and sit with us." Vi obviously hadn't missed a thing, and there was an amused glint in her eyes as well. "It's nice to have company."
They sat together for more than an hour. Isabela and Zevran did most of the talking, with an occasional comment thrown in by Vi. Fenris was quiet, but his eyes missed nothing.
"We need more drinks." Isabela got to her feet with fluid grace. "Come on, Zev. Help me with the tankards."
He followed her readily to the bar, but while they were waiting for their beers, she noticed him stealing frequent glances back at the two others. Vi and Fenris had their heads together now, talking in low voices, their faces intent.
"Your friend seems quite taken with my lovely Violetta." His voice was light, but there was no mistaking the possessiveness.
"Yeah, he seems to like her." Isabela laughed softly. "Maker, Zev, I didn't expect to find you still at her side, after all those years."
He turned to face her, his expression uncharacteristically serious and vulnerable for a heartbeat. "I am hers." Then the Zevran she knew was back as he looked at her with a cool penetrating gaze. "What about you and Fenris, though? 'Travelling together'?" He tsked. "I didn't expect that from you either, my lovely. Though I'll admit he's a gorgeous creature."
Isabela smiled like a cat. "That he is. And a tiger in bed."
When Zevran sighed wistfully, she couldn't quite resist testing the waters. "For all we're travelling together, we are not exclusive, you know."
"You aren't?" She almost laughed at how Zevran's ears seemed to physically prick up at her words. "That is... interesting."
Grabbing the filled tankard from the bar, Isabela moved past him, brushing her ample breasts against his arm. "Interesting indeed. What about you and your lovely Warden?"
Zevran shrugged. "She can be quite adventurous when the mood strikes her. And I believe she is fascinated by your elf. Maybe we should talk."
"We definitely should." Isabela was smiling radiantly back at him as she wove through the tables, the swinging of her hips a complicated dance of seduction.
Vi smiled to herself when Zevran slid back onto the bench next to her, his hand disappearing out of sight of the others, to her lower back where he began to massage her naked skin in soft circles. The look on his face was unmistakable. Zevran was on the hunt, his pupils wide with desire, his nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly.
She couldn't blame him. Isabela was luscious and lovely, and Fenris... Vi swallowed. Sitting there next to him, breathing in the faint ozone scent of his lyrium tattoos, listening to his deep, hypnotic voice, she had just spent the most arousing half-hour of conversation she could ever recall. If there was any way to persuade those two, she was more than willing to get to know them better.
Vi sighed, tilting her head in Zevran's direction to kiss his neck, letting him know she was alright with whatever would happen tonight. She didn't miss the tiny hitch in his breathing at her signal. Yes, she had read him correctly. Zevran had been getting restless lately. It would do him good to have a taste of freedom, and she didn't mind letting him have it. Not when it promised to be so delicious for her as well.
She yawned and stretched languorously, displaying her small, high breasts to full advantage, studying their reactions from behind her long, dark lashes. Yes. Definitely interested, both of them.
Vi smiled lazily. "So, what do you say? Would the two of you like to come up to our room so we can... talk in private?"
Fenris' eyes widened briefly, but his lips curled up in a tentative smile. "Sure. Why not?"
Isabela agreed enthusiastically, and they set off in the direction of the stairs.
Fenris was the last one to enter the room, and he took a moment to look around and familiarize himself with his surroundings. There was a large, freshly made bed in the middle of one wall, a wooden chest in a corner, a table and two cosy armchairs under the window. A fire was burning in the stone fireplace, and a shaggy rug covered most of the polished wooden floor.
"You've spared no expenses," he remarked to Vi who had walked over to the table and poured herself a glass of water.
She shrugged. "We both like to be comfortable." Walking over to him, she reached out for his shoulder brace. "What about you? Don't you think you would be a lot more comfortable without your armour?"
Another hint of a smile crinkled the corner of his eyes. "I'm sure I would."
Zevran was already busy helping Isabela out of her boots, he saw, and the pirate had begun to unlace her tight corset, breathing a sigh of relief when her breasts were freed from its confines. Zevran smiled and moved behind her, cupping a breast in each hand, while he nibbled softly on her neck.
Fenris reached out to help Vi with her own armour, his fingers shaking as he touched her smooth white skin. She was so beautiful, so sweet and funny, and it felt so good to be in the company of another elf. It made him feel safe, her and Zevran being of his kind, safer than he usually felt with a new lover, even though he knew she was a mage.
Soon they were all stripped down to the comfortable linen clothes they wore underneath. Not fully naked, not yet. Fenris felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of what lay ahead.
Isabela had mentioned Zevran more than once, usually with a shudder of pleasure as she described in exquisite detail how he had made love to her. Fenris didn't mind hearing about her past lovers, although he had no memories of his own to compare them to. But they were part of Isabela's life, part of what had turned her into the woman whose company he enjoyed so much, both in bed and out of it.
Zevran and Isabela had moved to the bed now, their hands busy exploring and undressing, and Vi was about to join them, her face curious and flushed with excitement. She turned back to look at him expectantly, but he shook his head.
"I prefer to watch, for the time being." Zevran's head went up at his words, and for a moment the assassin gazed searchingly at Fenris, but then he nodded and went back to kissing Isabela's naked shoulder.
Fenris curled up in one of the armchairs, turning it so that he had a full view of the bed and its occupants. It was an enticing picture. Both women were almost fully naked now, their bodies a study in contrast. Vi pale and slim, with small, perky breasts and long, slim legs, Isabela dark and curvy, with wide hips, a goddess of love and bounteousness. And Zevran between them, his golden hair loose, his caramel skin covered in an intricate pattern of scars and tattoos, lithe, sleek and dangerous. He was drinking in both of them, tasting their lips, feeling their skin, rubbing himself against them like a happy cat.
He seemed wholly preoccupied until he suddenly looked up, fixing Fenris with another pointed stare. "I don't mind you watching, caro, but you have us at a disadvantage. Won't you at least get undressed? It seems only fair."
Fenris scowled, but he couldn't deny the assassin had a point. With a sinuous movement, he slid out of the chair and shrugged off his shirt, then pushed down his pants, with little ceremony. Zevran's eyes widened at the sight of his nakedness, his arousal proudly on display. Vi turned to watch as well, her large eyes hooded with desire.
He sat back onto the armchair, taking in the scene unfolding in front of him. Zevran was lying back, his cock fully erect, and pulling Vi on top of him, obviously familiar enough with her body to know she was more than ready for him. She sank down on him with a deep, satisfied smile, taking all of him in one smooth motion, her body taut with pleasure. Zevran smiled and motioned for Isabela to straddle his head, facing Vi who reached out to pull her into a deep, hungry kiss at the same moment as Zevran's tongue parted her folds.
Fenris bit his lip. Now? The low, mewling sound coming from Isabela's throat decided him. Time to join in the fun.
Vi was reeling with pleasure, her eyes closed, firmly focussed on feeling Zevran's hard length stroking deep inside her, Isabela's soft lips against her own, her silky breasts and rough nipples against her palms. She gasped in surprise when a long, warm body moulded itself against her back, and strong hands encircled her breasts. Fenris. Without thinking, she intensified the roll of her hips, to be rewarded by a strangled groan from her lover. Isabela was moaning loudly now, grinding herself into Zevran's talented mouth, obviously close to completion.
Vi looked down on Fenris' hands, on the twisting vines of lyrium covering his arms and shivered. Taking hold of his wrists, she turned her head to catch his gaze.
"May I?" Her fingers were itching to try her magic on him, but Isabela had warned her that she needed to check with him first.
He hesitated for a mere heartbeat, then nodded. "If you're careful."
"Keep it slow, sweet thing." Isabela's breath was coming in quick pants now. "A little goes a long way with him."
Vi nodded and let a tiny amount of magic flow from her fingertips. The effect was mind-blowing. Sparks of blue energy began to race along Fenris' markings, making him hiss with pleasure. The sight of it was enough for Isabela who reached over Vi's shoulder to kiss him hard, her body twitching in the throes of an intense orgasm, her cries muffled by Fenris' lips.
Zevran laughed giddily and pushed her aside without further ado, so he could watch Fenris. Vi saw the hunger in his eyes and added another trickle of magic, just enough, careful not to go to far. She must have judged correctly, for Fenris arched up into her again, holding her tighter, his cock rock-hard against her back.
When he saw Fenris' hands on her skin, tattoos flashing an intense blue, Zevran cried out sharply. His hips snapped up, and she felt him tense and thicken inside her, until there was nothing but the pulse of his release, hot and deep, the expression on his face, lips parted, eyes almost black with lust, drinking in her face.
Zevran was still shaking with the aftershocks, when Fenris' hands gripped her hips hard, pulling her up and bending her forward. Before she knew what was happening, he was thrusting inside her, his cock replacing Zevran's, heavy and thick and long, and oh Maker, did those tattoos actually reach there? A white-hot rush of pleasure was lancing right through her, washing through every inch of her, consuming her completely. Dimly she knew she was screaming, her body convulsing uncontrollably until she was contained in a firm, sure embrace, Zevran's embrace, his strong arms holding her, even as Fenris found his release with a final, rough growl.
Isabela had watched it all avidly, but she was pouting now, her eyes flashing hotly. "I think I'm jealous."
Zevran rolled over on his stomach to kiss her. "Don't worry, carissima. Give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready for another round."
Fenris grunted his assent, and Vi felt a pleasant tingle deep in her stomach. Not complaining. She was grateful for the twist of fate that had led Fenris and Isabela to their inn. This promised to be an unforgettable night for all four of them.
Hugs and thanks to zevgirl for a quick and uncomplicated beta job on this. ;-)