The Ride

Her favorite horse, the big dappled grey named Cloud, was getting a little hot and sweaty but she pressed him on. The air was getting very chilly with autumn setting in but she and the big horse, that cantered so smoothly beneath her, were both warm. She wore the riding regalia that was proper for a Ferelden noble. Leather breeches, a long velvet coat with fur trim and a jaunty hat, and sensible riding boots. She pulled on the reins to get Cloud to look at what was coming up, a good sized fence, and he snorted his agreement. Then she urged him on and he jumped it easily clearing it. She patted him, "Good boy!" He had such a wonderfully gait, he really was like riding on a cloud. She pressed him into a gallop and they headed back to the stable. He was so eager to return that his speed picked up considerably. The cold wind burned her cheeks and lips making them red, and her eyes watered a bit.

They slowed as they reached the stable and rode in at a walk. Hands reached for her and pulled her out of the saddle, they forced her against the side of the stable and a warm body pressed against hers. Her hat went tumbling to the ground and her raven hair, formerly in a tidy bun, let loose and rained down around her shoulders.

"Mmmmmmppph", she said as warm lips found hers and ravaged her mouth with a passionate kiss. She threw back her head and his lips, and a questing tongue, worked down her neck, biting and sucking as the hands began to work on the clasps to her riding coat. Her own hands reached out and made contact with a strong, well-shaped chest clad only in a simple cotton workman's shirt. She fumbled with the buttons then seized the lapels with her hands and pulled, the buttons gave way and that hot, muscular chest was available to her wanton hands. But her hands were gloved so she bit into the tip of one leather gloves and ferally yanked her head and the glove came off. She repeated with the other glove and they fell to the ground.

Her riding coat was open now and there was nothing underneath, much to the delight of her ravisher. She could feel a warm rumble of laughter rising from his throat as his hands greedily encircled her breasts, a sheen of sweat from her ride glistened on her. He stared into her eyes, warm honey into cold lakes of blue. Her now naked hands snaked behind his back and slid down to his firm behind and she pulled him into her. His erection was apparent through the simple cotton trousers.

He groaned and slid her riding coat off her shoulders. Then he picked her up and carried to a nearby pile of hay. He just looked at her for a moment. Her hair wild, straw stuck in it. Her lips and cheeks were red and her chest was blushing a lovely pink. She wriggled deliciously in the hay and looked at him through half closed eyes. She beckoned to him and he went down on hay with her. Her hands slid his open shirt off him and she felt his naked chest against hers. Her hand pressed between them and she caressed him though his cotton trousers. He wriggled away from her, pressing her greedy hands down, behind her back. She grumbled with her impatience.

His lips went to her breasts and he sucked their tips until she moaned, arching her back. Then his hand made it's way to the warm center between her legs and he squeezed. Then he got busy unlacing her breeches. When they were loosened he slipped his hand inside and his hand slipped down.

"My lady forgot her small clothes today?" he laughed.

"Did I? An oversight." She moaned into his neck as his fingers slid up and down. She whimpered in response to his insistent rhythm.

Her hands refused to behave and the headed for the laces on his trousers. She gained access to what she was after and yanked his trousers down. She had him naked now except... he was wearing his work boots. And his hands were trying to remove her breeches but they were tucked into her boots. They laughed. They each tackled their own boots.

"Where were we?" Wisteria asked.

"Here I think," His mouth again found her breasts and his hand once more between her legs. She writhed under him. He rolled on top of her, letting her feel his weight on her. She moaned.

"I want you now, Stable boy," she whispered.

He laughed and hitched her legs up to his waist. "Yes, my lady Cousland." He entered her slowly and her fingernails clawed lightly against his back. She purred against him and her hips met his as he finally completely pierced her.

"Oh," she whimpered. He was watching her carefully, seeing how she responded and he artfully guided her to a frenzied climax. Then he lost himself in her slick warmth and finished in her.

They held onto each other, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat when she remember poor Cloud was still saddled and waiting to be groomed and put away.

"Zevran, we should get dressed before Fergus comes looking for us." She got up regretfully and started to dress.

"You know, perhaps we should buy that horse farm. I think raising horses wouldn't be as boring as you think." Zevran suggested as he watched her dress.

"You just want to play the Stable Boy again," Wisteria laughed.

Ever since that day she suggested it in Antiva he had pestered her about buying the horse farm. She never got around to it but when they came to visit her brother Fergus he seized upon the idea and they sent off the stable boy and hoped for a few hours of privacy. Now they'd have to walk back to her brother's estate in their disarray and hope to escape commentary on their state. Straw in the hair, Zevran dressed like a stable boy his shirt flapping open in the wind, her dressed in fancy riding clothes and her hair an absolute mess.

"Help me get Cloud settled in", she asked. They took off his gear, put a blanket over him, and lead him into his stale. She gave him food and patted him.

They walked back to the estate, hand in hand, they went in the back way and only ran into a few guards who tried hard not to laugh when they saw the pair.