Sebastian

Sebastian Vael, Prince of Starkhaven, furiously paced back and forth on the cold stone floor close to the Chantry entrance. Under different circumstances he would have killed the ingrates himself. The Flint Company Mercenaries. The bastards that murdered his family and left him alone. He was the last of his line and knew a rash decision could very well send him to his death. So instead, he took the offensive-hiding in the Chantry-he hated hiding and waiting. He wasn't even sure anyone would take up his cause but him. He only knew he had to do something. His parents and 2 older brothers deserved to have their deaths avenged. He decided to post a wanted sign on the chantry board, much to Grand Cleric Elthina's disapproval, claiming it was murder, and the Chantry could not condone it. He only hoped someone had a kind enough heart to ...

His thoughts were stopped abruptly when he glanced at the door. Walking toward him he saw the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Her skin fair and flawless, she had raven hair that fell to her shoulders in thick black waves. He couldn't quite make out her eyes at this distance, but his breath hitched as he watched this ethereal beauty float towards him. Finally she was close enough for him to examine her face. Her hawk-like features were perfect. A strait angular nose, sapphire eyes slightly slanted, and soft full lips. "Maker.." he whispered under his breath. His eyes trailed from her face down her shapely curves. "This woman could make the most pious of priests think unchaste thoughts." She emanated strength and beauty, carrying herself with Andraste's grace. Men would go to war for such a woman.

He snapped his gaze up to rest back on her face. He imagined kissing those ripe lips with all the lust he was feeling at the moment. Using his hands to caress every shapely curve while she writhed beneath him, those dark eyes glazed over with passion.. "Mine." The thought echoed through his mind. Never had a woman stirred such thoughts in him simply by looking at her. Maker what was wrong with him. That life was over; He pledged himself to the chantry and took vow of chastity. He would have to pay penance for weeks with what he was thinking. Finally realizing he was staring he focused his attention on the woman's eyes. Then she spoke.

"Your family can rest now, their killers are gone." The voice was sultry and soft-spoken with a subtle air of authority. Hearing her voice though did not help extinguish the raging fire in his loins. After thanking her and giving her payment, he had to excuse himself. He did have to meet with the Viscount for aid to help Starkhaven, but he mostly needed to distance himself from her, for just a few moments. To clear his head and pray for guidance. He had been with women in his past, he couldn't believe he was acting like an untried lad. The way she affected him was nothing he had ever felt before. It was unsettling... and exciting... He needed a cold bath, a really cold bath.

When he left the Viscount's office he had a ray of hope. The Viscount agreed to grant him aid after the unrest with the Qunari was settled. He felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his conscience. He was getting the aid he needed and his family's deaths had been avenged. The Maker was indeed smiling on him this day. His thoughts drifted back to the woman. It seem to make it harder for him knowing she had a kind heart. He heard the sincerity in her voice. He saw the warmth and sympathy in her sapphire eyes. He wished he knew her name.

He made his way through the Chantry to the dormitory wing finding his chamber. He stripped off his armor and the linen shirt he wore underneath. "Lavender...she smelled of lavender."

Maker she was the definition of temptation. Shaking off the thought he walked to the small tub positioned in the corner of his room. The warm water looked inviting and he needed to relax. He removed the linen pants he had worn underneath his armor. He shivered as a cold breeze caressed his naked body. Slowly he lowered himself in the warm pool, resting his head on the edge and closing his eyes. In that moment it seemed as if she was there. He could feel her breath on his face, her eyes on his exposed body. He wanted to reach out and trace the silky skin on the line of her jaw. To rest his hand on the nape of her neck and pull her mouth to his. He had a primal need to taste this woman. He could smell the Lavender permeating from her skin, beckoning him to touch her..everywhere. He couldn't believe how aroused he was just thinking about her face and her kiss. He needed release..Maker forgive him. He slid his hand underneath the spicy scented water and found himself. Gently he began to work his hand up and down , pumping and coaxing;

Images of her danced through his mind. He could see his Ethereal Angel naked and wanton-only for him-her center slick and ready. He could feel himself lowering his body to hers. Every curve fit perfectly as if they were made for each other. He took her mouth in a ravishing kiss..possessing her.."Mine." He wanted to torture her slowly. Breaking the kiss he used his lips to trail down her neck to the sensitive spot on her shoulder. He smiled with gratification when he heard his name in a breathy sigh. His hands were everywhere. He slowly lowered his hand to cradle her milky breast. "Damn, she was so soft." Sebastian's hand lingered there kneading and pinching the pert tip. She arched into him and his control almost snappped. He would not take his pleasure yet. He wanted to give her ecstasy first, he wanted to savor it. He lowered his hand, brushing her taut belly, finding his way to her long legs. He caressed her thigh moving his hand up almost touching her in her most sensitive spot. "Please" she begged. He let his thumb massage her in slow teasing circles. He could hear her frustration. He chuckled. "Does my Angel like this." His brogue sexy, rough and low from restraint. Her reply a soft cry. "Please" he heard her plead again. A smile played on his lips, "I will offer you no less than a prince my lady." This time he took her fully in his mouth tasting her. She tasted like honeyed wine. The rapture he was feeling just knowing how he pleasured her almost made him take release. He worked his tongue and lips until her back curved like a bow and she cried out his name. His breathing was erratic he needed to be inside her. He entered her slowly. "Open your eyes my angel. I want to see what I do to you." He held her sapphire gaze, darkened from desire..for him. "Perfect.." he would whisper. "You are perfect.." His rhythm quickened. He could feel himself thrusting into her , fitting him like a silk glove. In and out he continued as breathy moans escaped her lips. He could feel her eyes on him, begging for release. His body was on fire, his own liquid heat building until he couldn't take it anymore. With a primal moan their release was granted. He didn't bother breaking their intimate contact until the last pulses of ecstasy ebbed from their bodies.

Opening his eyes he let out a sigh of relief. "Damn. How can she affect him so?" He could feel his chest tighten with emotion, was this more than lust he was feeling? Sebastian quickly ignored the thought, he only just met her, it couldn't be anything else. It had to be the result of a man too long without a woman and the guilt he felt for these erotic thoughts. Although he couldn't deny the connection. The strength of it was intense as if there was a power he didn't understand at work. He couldn't help but wonder if she felt it to. He decided it shouldn't matter. He was a brother in the Chantry. Bound to the Maker and Andraste. She wasn't his to have. His sleep was restless. Tomorrow he would pray and seek guidance. Sebastian was sure he belonged in the Chantry. To prove his dedication he had taken a vow of chastity, even though sexual relations were not forbidden. He felt it enhanced the strength of his vows.

The next few months he would spend his days doing chores such as pressing robes, tending the garden, cutting firewood... anything to keep is mind occupied. He also needed to investigate, maybe seek assistance from the city guard to find out who might have been behind his family's death. Even though the men responsible were long dead, he felt he needed to know. It was necessary to achieve the closure he so longed for.

He made his way down the cobblestone path that lead to the Viscount's keep. He intended to speak with the city guard today to aid his search. He entered the large keep and made his way to the Guard-Captain's office. He began to feel a familiar sensation as he neared the hallway that lead to the office. Sebastian stopped cold. There she was..speaking to a flame-haired guard near the door to Captain Jevan's office. The flame-haired woman seemed upset about something, but his eyes drifted to her, his Ethereal Angel. She looked like the Goddess he remembered from their first meeting. "Makers breath you are beautiful." He could barely make out their voices but heard the woman call her Anna. Then he heard another name; Hawke.

It couldn't be... Was she the infamous Hawke he had heard about? A woman who was a refugee from Ferelden that fled the Blight and came to Kirkwall. Over the past 2 1/2 years she has been the city's saviour. Vanquishing demons, saving innocent people, killing mercenaries, and keeping the streets clean. He also had heard she assisted the Viscount in bringing back his only son after being abducted by the Qunari. Everyone in Kirkwall was talking about her. She was kind-hearted, blessed with beauty to make the Gods jealous, strong, and intelligent, she would be a prize to any man...except for him. A Prince by blood, a brother by choice, she probably wouldn't look at him twice. He also noticed another man standing near her. Watching her, his eyes were devouring her body. Hanging on every word she said as if it would be the last time he heard it. Clearly this man was obsessed with her. Then the blonde-haired man said something to her, she smiled and it seemed the sun was in this very building. She reached for him laying a friendly hand on his arm.

Sebastian felt it, an intense possessive heat crawling through his body. "Mine!" The thought came back to him. Maker's blood what was wrong with him. He had no right to be jealous. He had no claim on her. He had chosen his life, maybe not at first, but he made his decision. This is what he was meant for. For now, instead of continuing to the guards he turned around and headed back to the Chantry. He would do his best to forget about his family's beautiful avenger. After all she was just Sweet Torture nothing he couldn't fight. Or so he thought...

by Lady Moira (Chapter 2 soon to follow.)