Chapter 1 - The First Move
Isabela walked down the stairs at the Hanged Man at a leisurely pace, in search of a stiff drink and maybe some company for the night. The trip to the Vimmark Mountains with Hawke had turned out far more tedious than expected, and she was badly in need of relaxation.
There was a commotion at the bar, which wasn't unusual in and of itself, but Isabela raised a surprised eyebrow when she recognized Bethany's slim figure in the middle of it. Hawke's beautiful little sister, her cheeks flushed with anger, was trying in vain to defend her place at the bar against of one of the regular patrons. One of the more stupid ones, apparently, since neither the fact that she was wearing heavy circle robes nor the thought of what the Champion would do to him if news of this ever reached his ear, had prevented the wretch from jostling her aside to claim his favourite spot. Too drunk to think clearly, probably.
Isabela shook her head, a resigned sigh escaping her lips when she realized how flustered Bethany was. The girl had been a force of nature in their fight against Corypheus, one of the most powerful mages she had ever seen, but it was obvious she was in way over her head when it came to dealing with a tavern drunk.
The pirate moved quickly, and before the cretin knew what had hit him, she was right behind him, the slim blade of her dagger pressed against his neck. "Leave the lady alone, scum. This bar doesn't belong to you." She forced him away from his stool, an icy smile on her lips. "Besides, this is my spot. Get out!"
Corff threw her an amused glance, but knew better than to interfere. The man shuffled off with a few muttered curses, which she decided to ignore.
Bethany's sweet face had brightened at the sight of her. "Isabela! So good of you to step in. He didn't seem dangerous, you know, just obnoxious, but I'm truly grateful-"
Isabela waved her thanks away with a quick gesture. "No problem, Sunshine."
Bethany sighed. "No, really, thank you, Isabela. I never know what to do in such situations. I just hope no one ever attacks me in earnest."
The pirate raised a surprised eyebrow. "Didn't your brother ever teach you how to deal with this sort of thing? You know, like basic self defense?"
Bethany blushed. "No, Rob wouldn't... I've no idea what to do, other than throw a fireball at them."
Isabela flinched. "Which would so not be a good idea... Tell you what? I could teach you some moves."
Bethany's eyes widened. "You could? But, I only have the one night before I have to return to the Gallows. And besides, how would we go about it? Where could we go? I'm pretty sure Rob wouldn't approve."
Isabela grinned widely. "One night is plenty. And I know just the place."
"Here?" Bethany sounded incredulous and Isabela had trouble suppressing another grin.
"Why not? Plenty of room, no neighbours to disturb, and Fenris is out for the evening. It's perfect." Isabela made a sweeping gesture, indicating the large hall at the entrance to Fenris' mansion.
Bethany sighed, looking hesitant. Without leaving her time to think, Isabela stepped up behind her, taking hold of her slim waist. "First lesson. I grab you like this. What do you do?"
Bethany bit her lip. "I don't know. Scream for help?"
Isabela shook her head impatiently. "I'll show you. Let's swap."
She turned around. Bethany approached cautiously and placed tentative hands on her full hips. Isabela smiled and moved, too quick for her to see. Before Bethany could make sense of the whirlwind of motions, she was flat on her back with the pirate straddling her, strong thighs holding her down firmly.
"I'll never be able to do that." Bethany sounded resigned.
"Oh, you will, by the time I'm done with you. We'll take it slow. But first..." Isabela smiled slyly. "Let's get you out of those robes. Do you have something less restricting on underneath?"
"Less restricting? Like your clothes, you mean?" There was a flash of mischief in Bethany's eyes which delighted Isabela. Not quite so innocent after all, are you?
"Exactly." She chuckled. "Actually, my outfit is a whole lot more practical than it looks."
Bethany got up and took off the heavy robes. Underneath she was wearing thin leggings and a loose shirt.
"Much better." Isabela looked her over, approving heartily of what she saw.
Bethany was no trained fighter, but her body was in good shape, and when they started off with a few simple tricks and moves, she turned out to be flexible and agile. She was quick to understand, but it took over an hour of tussling and rolling around on the floor until she finally plucked up enough courage to get a firm grip on Isabela's body.
"Yes! That's it!" Isabela beamed her encouragement. "I won't break. Show me what you've got."
Bethany looked lovely, her cheeks flushed from the exertion, her hair slightly damp with sweat, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "This is fun!"
"It sure is!" Isabela laughed happily, then launched another attack. Bethany had been prepared, though, and tripped her up with a fast move, ending up straddling the pirate's waist, panting triumphantly. There was a ripping noise as the laces on Isabela's tunic burst and the fabric slipped down to reveal one full, round breast, a dark nipple standing proudly at attention.
"Blight it! That was my favourite tunic!" Isabela cursed, but, at the same time, she wiggled a little, automatically arching her back to display her assets to their full advantage.
Bethany's gaze wandered lower and she sighed. "Maker, Isabela, your breasts are amazing." Isabela bit back a sound of surprise when Bethany reached down to slowly peel back the tunic, revealing the other side as well. "I'm jealous."
"You?" The pirate laughed huskily. "But, sweetheart, why would you be jealous? You, of all people?"
She held on to Bethany's gaze, making sure what she was doing was welcome as she slowly undid the laces on the other woman's shirt, pushing it down over her shoulders to bare her own breasts. Firm, rosy, perky. "See? Perfect."
Bethany was blushing, but she seemed flattered, and she didn't protest when Isabela's finger gently circled a nipple, making it tighten under her expert touch. Instead, she reached out, cupping one of Isabela's heavier breasts in her hand, kneading it softly. Isabela responded with a low moan, savouring Bethany's gentle touch.
"Isabela! Bethany? What is going on here?" Fenris' deep voice rang through the room, making them both freeze in place.
The elf was standing in the doorway, his green eyes fixed intently on the scene before him. And, right next to him, there was the unmistakable figure of Sebastian in his white armour. Bethany had blushed scarlet, but she and Sebastian had locked eyes the moment he had appeared and seemed unable to stop staring at each other. Interesting.
"Fen. And our dear prince," Isabela drawled, completely unfazed by their presence, "I was just showing Beth some fighting moves. This isn't what it looks like."
Bethany saw Sebastian's throat move as he swallowed and threw all caution to the wind. Blight it, I only have this one night. "Isn't it?" She hardly recognized her own voice, deep and sultry, as she bent down and let her lips brush over Isabela's hard nipples.
The pirate grinned in happy surprise. "It can be, if you want it to, Sunshine."
There was a strangled noise from Sebastian's throat and the prince bit his lip and turned towards the door. "I should go."
"Oh no, you won't." To Bethany's surprise, Fenris gripped the archer's arm hard. "You're not leaving me alone with those two, Sebastian." The look the elf gave him was almost pleading.
"But-" Sebastian hesitated for a moment, his eyes back on Bethany's face, obviously struggling not to rove further down.
She returned his gaze, shivering with excitement. "Please." Her lips formed the word almost unconsciously but, when he saw it, his eyes darkened and the expression on his face changed to something almost feral, something she had never seen there before.
"All right. I'll stay." His voice was husky and Bethany swallowed and rolled her shoulders, working the tension out of her neck.
Isabela smiled, letting a hand trail down her sides with a feather light touch. "I'm certainly not averse to that idea, my dears, but, if you're staying, you should get rid of that armour."
Fenris bit his lip but reached for his shoulder straps, his eyes on Isabela, stopping when he found his hand caught in a firm grip.
"Let me help you." Sebastian was already busy with the fastenings.
Fenris opened his mouth as if to contradict him but, when Sebastian smiled at him, he relaxed, reaching for his friend's armour instead.
"Mmmmhmmm, good idea." Isabela propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch them undress each other. "This is just getting better and better."
Bethany was inclined to agree. She could hardly keep her eyes off them as they put aside breastplates and gauntlets and stripped down to their leggings. They were both so gorgeous, all long hard muscle and firm planes. In utter fascination, she watched as they removed one piece after another, revealing more and more of their trim, taut bodies, their hands occasionally brushing against each other, small touches that made them shiver and twitch. Bethany felt her excitement grow. And then Isabela's mouth closed firmly around her nipple and she cried out sharply, closing her eyes and throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Suddenly, there was a warm body behind her and the smell of sandalwood soap, with the faintest hint of incense. Sebastian's hands cupped her breasts, gently nudging Isabela further down. The pirate grinned and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Bethany's leggings, pulling them down in one swift move. Warm, strong hands took hold of her thighs, spreading them wide, and then Isabela's tongue dove deep inside her folds, making her hips buck up hard.
"Shhhh, Bethany." Sebastian's voice was in her ear, his hands on her breasts now, calloused fingertips teasing her nipples.
Bethany opened her eyes again to find Isabela kneeling between her legs and Fenris approaching the pirate from behind, making short work of her smallclothes before he slipped out of his leggings. Oh Maker, he's going to- Bethany swallowed hard. Isabela paused for a moment in what she was doing to keen with lust as Fenris slid deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt in her willing flesh.
Sebastian's breath quickened. For a fleeting moment, he disappeared from behind her, and then he was back, naked and hard against the cleft of her ass, and he was big, Maker, so big! Before she had time to worry, strong hands lifted her hips and pulled her closer to him, lowering her down on his hard shaft, as slowly as he could possibly go, inch by delicious inch. When he was fully seated, Bethany's head sank back against his shoulder with a long sigh. So good! So full and sweet, with the faintest of burns where he stretched her, his length lodged impossibly deep inside her.
She moaned with anticipation, but he kept completely still, except for the hand that massaged her lower belly in slow circles. A thought flashed across her mind. Can he actually feel himself inside me? The idea made her clench hard around him and his hand stilled for a moment.
"Look at them." The sound of him speaking, close to her ear, did things to her she couldn't describe as he nodded toward Fenris and Isabela. The elf had taken hold of her hips now and was pounding inside her with increasing force and speed, much to Isabela's vocal delight.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Sebastian's breath was hot against her skin, his voice dark as sin. "Look at Isabela. Watch her face. Can you imagine being in her place, with Fenris taking you from behind, just like he's doing now, hard and fast?"
Bethany whimpered at his words but, at the same time, a wicked grin spread across her face. This was a game she could play at as well.
Tilting back her head, she whispered in his ear, noting with approval how his eyes widened. "You want him, too, don't you?" She felt him twitch and grow inside her, his hands tightening on her hips, and it encouraged her to go on. "Admit it, Sebastian. You want to fuck every single person in this room. Me, Fenris, Isabela. How long have you dreamed of this? Tell me."
He bit down hard on her neck, making her arch up with a cry of pleasure. "Forever." His voice was nothing but a dark growl. "You're right. I want all three of you. Every way I can have you. But first..." His hands took hold of her again, lifting her and turning her around, then gently lowering her to the floor. "First, I'll make you scream for me." The absolute certainty in his voice made her shudder helplessly as he spread her wide, thrusting hard inside her, on top of her now where he could set the pace and move freely.
"Sebastian! Yes, please, don't stop, don't ever stop..." She became rapidly incoherent as he worked himself inside her, deeper and deeper, touching every secret spot inside her until there was nothing but the light bursting behind her eyes, the pleasure exploding in her belly, spreading like wildfire through her body, and yes, she was screaming, at the top of her voice, without shame or restraint, until the world went dark.
She woke to find her head propped up against Isabela's warm, soft thigh, her body sandwiched between Sebastian's long lean torso and Fenris' wiry frame. They were holding her, all three of them, gentle hands stroking her still trembling flesh. Bethany blushed briefly until she realized how silly this was in view of what they had just done.
Isabela chuckled and bent down to kiss her forehead. "You're a fast learner."
Bethany didn't bother to answer, but reached for Fenris instead, pulling him in for a kiss, ignoring the pirate's raucous laughter. No time to waste. I only have this one night.
Huge hugs and thanks to suilven for betaing this for me!