Opening A/N: To our respective followers,

Enchantm3nt: This fic basically came about because one of my dear reviewers, Kenau, mentioned how lovely it would be to see the foursome that was mentioned and teased about in Sacrifices. And then of course it was a thing. And it simply HAD to be written. So it was. And boy was it. You can blame Shadow for the hefty word count. When I handed it to her to 'edit' it was a respectable 15k. Now look at it. XD. But then again, if you're coming here because you follow Shadow, then a hefty word count is something you're used to, yes? ;)

Kenau. I hope you enjoy this, my dear. You deserve it for your exceptional reviews and great conversation.

And of course, I need to give massive thanks to Eclectify for betaing this for us both – you rock! (And you should all check out her art, seriously. She's sooo fucking good).

Finally, to any of my followers (or new readers), if you haven't read my darling co-author's stuff, you REALLY REALLY should. She is just the most talented erotica writer I have ever met and I am utterly honoured to have befriended her and to have her co-write this with me. Love you my dear 3 And I hope you all enjoy this collab smut frenzy. It's taken us a while to put it all together and actually post, but I hope the wait is worth it!

Chant, out.

Shadowfire, in.

Shadowfire RavenPheonix: For all of you fans out there of 'Inclined' eagerly waiting for the next instalment of 'Doing the Forbidden"… Sorry. I swear I haven't abandoned it. This pregnancy has just been one hell of a ride and I've been really struggling do anything on my own, so when Enchant offered me a chance to be a part of this and keep my hand in, I jumped at the opportunity. Particularly because I absolutely ADORE her Warden OCs and will literally do anything to see more of them naked (;p). If you haven't read Sacrifices yet I HIGHLY recommend it -though it's really not required reading for this – cause this is just PORN (;p)- … and maybe by the time you're done with that beast, I might actually have some more of my own stuff out (:P).

Do enjoy the graphic-smutting, in four parts (cause when has she EVER been able to keep smut as one fucking chapter?), and I hope to see you all again soon,

Shadowfire RavenPheonix

The Warnings: Partner Swapping, Slash, Oral and Characters taking FOREVER to get naked.

PS: we use a lot of Orlesian. (But we suck at French, soz lol).

Mon désir = my desire

Putain = fuck

Bordel demerde = oh fuck

Comme ca oui- like that, yes

Putain de merde = holy shit

Merde = shit

Par la Dame – by the Lady

Baises moi – fuck me

Trading Places

Chapter1

Neri

Neri rested her elbow on the table and leaned a little closer to her fellow Warden. "So, you know how you said you wanted to fuck Anders?" she asked with a mischievous smirk.

"Of course I do, but I wasn't myself when I said that," Max protested.

"No, you were drunk on a truth draught, which means, you totally want to fuck Anders."

Max looked down into his drink, blushing. "Well, maybe a little." Neri's brow quirked cynically at the other mage. "Oh fine," he relented, "I want to fuck him into the mattress until he screams, happy?"

"Very," Neri grinned, "because here's the thing: Anders wants that too." Max's blue eyes got impossibly huge as his gaze snapped up to hers. "So if you're up for that, then all we have to do is convince Raf to fuck my brains out."

~xo:TP:ox~

Neri lifted up her wine glass from the bedside table and took a slow swallow of the rich red liquid. It wasn't unusual for her to have a glass before bed, but there was nothing usual about this particular glass of wine, nor the circumstances in which she was drinking it. For starters, it was her third glass. And secondly, also on the bed with Anders and herself were two other Wardens, Rafael and Maxime. After leaving her door unlocked for nearly a week, the two Orlesian lovers had finally worked up the nerve to come and join them.

It was bloody adorable how nervous they still were. The two men were sitting on the bed opposite her and Anders, eagerly swallowing down the wine the healer had poured for everyone, as though they needed it to bolster their courage further. Rafey in particular looked like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs, looking anywhere but at them. Max, on the other hand, was full of a more eager sort of nervous energy, as he took to running his eyes appreciatively over Anders' body.

Seeing Max's usually dark blue eyes near black with naked lust as he raked them over her lover was already turning Neri on something fierce. It really was a shame Max only liked cock, otherwise she'd have been all over him, but that's why they suggested the partner swap; one night in which they could have a taste of one another – Max, another mage, something he hadn't had the pleasure of sharing a bed with since leaving the Circle in Orlais, and Rafael, an elf, something he had never been with. Then, when it was all said and done they would carry on as if nothing ever happened, or they'd at least try to – Neri never had been very good at keeping her mouth shut.

She put her wine glass down on the cabinet and flicked her gaze up to the hesitant fidgeting rogue sitting in front of her, his black curls hiding much of his face from view. He had always been a reserved and private sort, so it wasn't surprising that he was embarrassed now, but she hoped that would soon change. Not that she didn't like blushers, of course -there was something seriously sexy about a shy lover exploring and taking things slow- but she, more or less, always preferred someone a little more domineering in the bedroom.

"Swap places," Neri said as she watched Rafael. He looked up at her, his grey eyes looking unfocused and confused. "With Anders," she clarified with a soft smile. He opened his mouth, hesitating and her smile grew more confident and a bit wicked. "I don't bite," she reassured, "much." Rafael's brow quirked ever so slightly at that and she watched him swallow thickly.

"Go on, mon amour," Max said softly to his lover, giving Rafael's leg a firm reassuring squeeze as he did so.

"Really though, I won't do anything," Neri added more seriously. "We're just going to watch these two idiots."

"Very well," Rafael said as he began to move forward. Neri licked her lips as she watched the muscles of his arms ripple with the movement.

"We'll put on a good show, don't worry," Anders said with a wink thrown the rogues way as they traded places. Rafael moved over and came to lean against the headrest with her. She found herself sinking toward him as the weight of all that deceptively lean muscle dipped the mattress, and it was difficult - if she was being honest- not to use the sink of the bedding as an excuse to lean into him further and touch. He looked fucking gorgeous this evening. Uncertainty or not, he'd dressed with an eye to impressing; in a tight white shirt that clung to the hard muscles beneath with the collar left open to tease a glimpse of sharp collarbone meant to inspire sin. His black trousers clung just wickedly, showing off every cut and plane, seemingly all but painted on to his tight ass.

Neri couldn't help but make the comparison to her current lover as she watched them cross paths. Anders had always been slim, slightly toned – more so since joining the Wardens – but it was nothing compared to the sheer physicality and honed flesh of a rogue. Like Zev, Rafael was tempered to the point where there was barely a layer of fat on him and she couldn't wait to run her tongue over every inch of his trim body. The thought of finally seeing him gloriously naked before her was making her mouth water. Now she was the one left swallowing thickly.

Neri pulled her eyes from the promise of Rafael's form and turned them instead to the two mages opposite them, breath hitching in her throat. They were already kissing passionately, and, true to Anders' word, were making quite a show of it. Max, being slightly taller, had managed to angle the healer's head back and set his hair loose from its usual tie. Long fingers lost themselves in the golden tresses, weaving through the fine strands to tug and pull gently as they shared breath. Anders moaned into the taller man's mouth as his own hands fisted in Max's loose blue shirt, pulling the red-haired mage down atop him without ever allowing their lips to part. Neri bit down into her lower lip as Max tugged more insistently on Anders' hair, tilting the healer's head back further still, until it was hanging down off the edge of the bed. The resultant position gave Anders' body a delicious curve, accentuating the long lines of his frame normally left unexplored by Neri's shorter reach. She shivered in delight hearing the rasp of beard against stubble as Max took advantage of the new angle to lick his way up Anders' throat and then over his jaw as the blond's hands wrapped around the back of Max's neck to grab a handfuls of that thick red hair.

She couldn't stop her fingers from coming up to cup her small breasts at the sight. She circled her nipples with light delicate touches, teasing herself through her shirt while she watched with half-hooded eyes. Her lover's legs were wide open, laying limply either side of Max's grinding hips and she pinched her budding nipple just as Max's hips snapped forward against Anders'. The soft feminine moan which left her lips joined with their more masculine and muffled ones as their kiss grew more heated.

Next to her, she could hear Rafael's own panted and shallow breaths and she stole another glance at him. The sight of the rogue, mouth opened, grey eyes dark and half-lidded, his hands fisting the bedding either side of him until his arms shook with restraint, caused her gut to tighten and her pulse to pound. She smirked at seeing Rafael gradually losing that taut rigid mask he habitually wore; now she just needed to see if she could un-mask him entirely.

She let her hand slip lower, over the soft cotton of her shirt. Her fingers touched the waistband of her leggings and then carried on further until it slipped over her mound. The cloth was already damp and hot from the flood of arousal in her smalls and she petted herself through the material as she kept her eyes fixed on Rafael, watching him pant as his gaze continued to devour the pair opposite them. She moaned as her fingers pressed down over her clit, and Raf's gaze snapped up, falling on her. His eyes widened with surprise when he realised what she was doing, and where her stare lingered while she did it. Then those steely eyes returned to their half-hooded state, taking on a slightly predatory glint as a rough growl slid from between his teeth.

Rafael lifted a hand to her face and dragged calloused fingers across her cheekbone and up into her hair, tucking a stray blonde curl behind her ear. She shivered as his fingers brushed the tip of said ear, a soft moan leaving her lips. Rafael swallowed at the sound, tilting his head, eyes glinting with curiosity. Experimentally, he expanded upon that simple touch, sliding his finger up the length of her ear, and sending another shudder inducing thrill through her.

The rogue seemed fascinated that such a simple caress could bring out such a volatile reaction in her and he continued to run his fingers along the sharp edge of her ear. Foggily, she recalled he hadn't actually ever been with an elf before; he was certainly in for quite a few surprises this evening, not the least of which was how sensitive elves were.

He leaned in and her gasp caught in her throat as she felt his breath, panting and hot, against her ear. His tongue darted out, licking the shell, and she bit down on her lip to stifle the groan that elicited. Rafael looked in her eyes and lifted his fingers to her lips, prizing her bottom lip out from the grip of her teeth, his eyes dark.

"I want to hear you," he whispered, his voice husky and rough, like waves lapping at a rocky shore. Neri let out a small gasp at such unexpectedly seductive words, her heart fluttering in her chest at the heat of them, her mouth falling very much open to oblige him. When he brought his tongue to bear again, her moan was loud and uninhibited and Rafael's low growl of approval buzzed in her ear.

"Oh yeah, she really likes having her ears played with," Anders said breathlessly from where he still lay pinned beneath the Orlesian.

"I'd noticed," Rafael replied dryly, a twitch of a smirk at the corner of his lips, as he ran his own stubbled chin over the now slick edge, making her spine shiver wickedly.

"Prettiest moan I've ever heard," Max muttered between kisses at Anders' neck and jaw.

"It's probably the only lady moan you've ever heard, Max," Anders snarked playfully, before Max's teeth grazed over a sensitive spot and caused the healer to groan softly.

Max snorted. "True… Which is exactly why I want to hear it again," he said with a grin.

Rafael smiled, "Bien."

The rogue buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply before letting that breath out in a rush over her ear; the hot moisture caressing the wetted edge of her pointed ear and sent a tremor straight to her groin. The requested breathy moan ghosted past her lips, loud and wanton, and both Anders and Max smiled in delight. Raf dragged his tongue down the shell, this time ending off with a sly flick that swirled over her canal in one broad wet stroke that saw her letting out a soft cry of delight.

"Merde," Max hissed, "Yes, more of that," he said as he slid his hands up the inside of Anders' shirt and Anders let out a deeper moan of his own. Max grinned against Anders' neck as he continued to kiss and suck on her lover's throat. "Oh Maker, I can't wait to hear you both screaming."

Neri chuckled. "And we can't wait to render you speechless, Max."

Rafael let out a derisive snort. "That truly would be a miracle."

Maxime laughed and Neri turned her gaze on Rafael. "I fully intend to make you lose it, too, you know," she purred smugly.

Rafael's eyes took on that deadly looking glint at her threat, the same one that made her gut clench in anticipation before, and it didn't fail to do so now. "You first," he husked.

Oh fuck, was all she had time to think before he was at her ear again, this time though he was taking no prisoners. Neri still had a hand over her mound so when Rafael took the entire tip of her ear deep into his hot moist mouth and sucked, she felt the flood of cream soaking her saturated panties and right though the linen of her leggings. Her eyes crossed over, and her head fell back as a throaty groan was ripped from her as he sunk lower over the point, his tongue swirling slowly, deathly, around the inner shell. When his teeth grazed across her skin as he pulled back, she shuddered violently.

Across from her, dimly, she could hear Max cursing in Orlesian and the sound of Anders groaning in response. They were secondary, however, to the unbelievable pleasure sent pulsing through her slender body by the rogue at her side. Rafael's mouth diligently carried on with its task; sliding back down her ear before bobbing back up repeatedly. Lips suckling and licking at the point -teasingly light in one moment, more purposeful and cunning in the next- as Rafael set about coaxing yet more moans and mewling cries from her parted lips.

She whined at the loss as he pulled off completely, leaving her slicked up ear bereft as the air of the room chilled its saliva dampened state. His hot breath, panting over the slender point, was a mixed blessing; offering a return of the welcome warmth momentarily while sending yet more shivers coursing through her. He grabbed her about the hips and hauled her up and over so that she was now perched in his lap, completely surrounded by his heat and hardness. Then there were words –words ghosted forth on hot breath, husking over the overly sensitized appendage simultaneously causing her to break out in gooseflesh and firing her loins with their authority.

"Touch yourself."

Near hypnotised by that dark command in his accented purr, she lifted her hand and slid it underneath her leggings and smalls. Her entire slit was drenched with her cream and she moaned, uncertain if she had ever been quite this turned on before. She slid her fingers passed the blood-swollen lips of her labia to dip down into the depth of her core. Two slender fingers sunk into her, feeling the muscles quiver around them, instilling the urge to bite down on her lip again, but she managed to refrain.

Across the bed, Anders suddenly let out a hiss of pleasure, his entire back arching clear of the blankets. The sudden activity forced Neri's eyes to focus on the other pair again. Max had, at some point, freed Anders' cock from his trousers – those were now nowhere to be seen – and was sucking down on Anders' dick through his smalls, leaving it sheathed in the quickly dampening linen as he positively devoured it in a way that Anders was clearly only too fond of.

"Fuck that's hot," she muttered, her voice sounding much gruffer than usual.

"Mmm," Rafael hummed against her ear, once again making her shiver, and running his fingers along her upper arm, subtly recalling her attention to just what he had instructed her to do with the hand attached to it. At least now she had something to really get off to. Neri focused on her movements, letting her long fingers circle her aching clit, rolling them slowly over its hood as she watched Max finally free Anders' cock from the confines of his smalls. Anders was watching Max too, through his lashes, in anticipation. His lips, much bitten, were gloriously kiss-bruised and his cheeks flushed with colour as he waited for the red head to take that inevitable next step. He looked gorgeous, eager and wanting.

Neri knew the exact moment Max took him into his mouth because he let out a gasp which stuttered off into a throaty groan, his brow furrowing ever so slightly under such intense pleasure as he let his head loll back once more. She dipped her fingers back into her core, crooking them so that they curled against her sweet spot, causing her own face to likewise crumple with pleasure.

"Watch them," Rafael instructed, "Watch Max take your lover deep," he husked. She obeyed. Neri's eyes opened to trail down along Anders taut and shuddering abdomen to where Max was smirking around the healer's cock. As she watched, the elemental mage pulled back to drag his tongue over the head, right along the pre-cum coated slit. Anders shuddered, groaning at the pleasure before Max sucked lower again. The Orlesian took about half of it into his mouth before he must have done something with his tongue which saw Anders bucking his hips and cursing under his breath. "Mirror his movements," Rafael breathed in her ear.

Faithful to the rogue's command, Neri locked eyes with Max and watched, pulling her fingers from her core as he withdrew, sending them in a gentle flick over her clit when he swiped his tongue over the head of Anders' cock. It was incredibly erotic and oddly intimate, this game Rafael had them all playing, and it made her smalls even wetter. Max took Anders' dick a little deeper, holding it in place, obviously working his gag reflex a little harder given Anders' length. Not that she could tell just how long or big Raf's was, but chances were good he was shorter, most people were.

Continuing to mirror the red head's motions, she let her fingers sink deep inside herself, curling them just so again, and then withdrawing when Max pulled back. Andraste's tits! He was going so slowly, really teasing the fuck out of both Anders and herself; she didn't have the patience for these sorts of games. Not just now at least when she was almost painfully horny. She was tempted to simply end her own torment, but the solid presence of Rafael's keen scrutiny saw her staying the course, while every single flick and stroke saw her getting impossibly close to the brink before she had to change her movements in order to continue mirroring Max as his lover had requested.

At least the damned chatterbox was seeing to it that Anders was suffering in equal measure. Neri could hear him panting and whining while Max groaned around her lover's cock, seemingly trying to talk despite his mouthful. The thrumming low level vibrations caused by Max's inability to silence himself were obviously driving the healer wild as his hips began to rock upwards slightly, driving his cock just a bit deeper into Max's throat with each thrust. When Anders' rocking hips became too much, Max pulled back, licking his lips clean and letting his eyes roam over healer's body. He never ceased to kiss along Anders' long shaft, lathering it with attention, though with his mouth no longer full he proved incapable of keeping quiet.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Max babbled between kisses, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "I could suck your dick all night long. You're fucking gorgeous. Merde, I can't get enough of you." Again he swallowed Anders' cock down whole and the blond let out a strangled groan, his hands fisting the bedding and mussing it thoroughly.

The sight had Neri's entire body quivering and she thrust her fingers more forcefully into herself, arching her hips forward as they curled in imitation of the way Max tucked his chin at the end of each stroke. She rode her hand as Max picked up his pace, only removing her soaked fingers to circle her clit when Max chose to pull back and swirl his tongue over the swollen and engorged head of Anders' straining dick.

Fuck! She wanted to cum; her body was trembling, right on the cusp of climax.

She could tell Anders was close too. His gaze had lost all semblance of focus, adrift as he was in the lust filled haze that seemed to have enveloped them all. Her eyes flicked between her lover's face and Max's movements, torn as to which was more worthy of her attention – which would spur her own orgasm best- as she finger fucked herself in Rafael's lap.

Neri's legs started to shake and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. Anders too, was right on the brink, writhing on the bed under Max's endless onslaught, his face twisting into a grimace as he continued to groan and the rocking of his hips became heedless and wild. The action saw the Orlesian gagging a time or two with his enthusiasm, causing the red head to pop off, gasping for air. Each time this happened, Max immediately took to chanting under his breath; an endless litany of 'yes's' and 'oui's' as he kissed, and sucked, and mouthed at Anders' shaft until he could return. Max then swallowed him back down in a singularly smooth motion with a groan of approval, this time taking it right to the hilt so that his ginger beard tangled with the strawberry blond curls at the base of Anders' cock. Anders hissed through his teeth in unadulterated rapture and that blissful hiss travelled straight to Neri's cunt, making her voice her own garbled groan.

A sudden rush of hot breath at the back of her ear had Neri remembering that part of that heat along her spine was Rafael, but she dared not look at him and risk the sight of his lust tipping her over the brink. As it was, it was bad enough hearing and feeling him as he continued to pant raggedly against her ear; no less taken in by the sight their lovers made, than she. Instead she just kept her movements going, her eyes affixed on Max and Anders as they moved and moaned as one.

"Cum for me," Rafael breathed before his hot mouth covered the tip of her ear again and hurled her over the edge anyway.

Neri came.

Her core clamped down hard on her thrusting fingers, drawing them in deeper as her walls fluttered and quivered around them, coating them with copious amounts of her cream. That fire erupted out of her centre, tearing through her body so violently she couldn't help but scream. Shuddering and bucking over and over again, until the convulsions strangled her voice, transforming Neri's scream into a moaning whine, and she collapsed, sated -if only temporarily- against Rafael's chest.

"Très beaubelle," Rafael murmured, his Orlesian so thick it made his voice almost unrecognisable as belonging to the taciturn man she knew. He leaned in and began kissing at the narrow column of her throat, his stubble scratching along the delicate flesh there. She sighed contentedly, her body lax in his encircling arms, content to let him nuzzle her in the afterglow.

Even in her lassitude, however, her gaze remained focused on the other two men. Anders was letting out gasped little 'ah fuck's' as Max's head now bobbed with a determined purpose on the tip of his – now likely – over-sensitive cock. The healer's entire body shook each time Max paused to suck and lick over the most sensitive places, his eyes squeezed tight shut with his focus. Then Max swallowed him down half way and Neri could see his jaw work as he did something with his tongue that saw Anders' eyes fly open as his hips bucked forward in that particular way that she knew so well. He gasped at first then grunted through the remainder of his release, before finally collapsing back onto the bed, his head hanging back over the edge as a huge and contented smile spread over his lips. Max pulled back, licking his lips, a smug smirk playing across them.

"You screamed," Max said with a glance at Neri, and then he turned his gaze back down at Anders, narrowing his eyes, "You didn't," he accused, "but that will change," he promised with a grin.

Anders started chuckling, "I look forward to it, 'cause that was fucking incredible."

"A good thing we are far from finished with you both, then," Rafael husked.

Neri barely had time to whimper quietly at the implication before Rafael grabbed a hold of her hips and pivoted her so that she now straddled him. His fingers ran down her lithe legs until they discovered her small ankles. There they lingered, making small caressing circles over the nape of her foot; he seemed to suddenly become fascinated by the narrow joints, his long calloused hands able to wrap firmly around them.

"Si petit, si délicate," Rafael husked reverently.

"Way to make it obvious you've never been with an elf, mon amour," Max teased. Rafael chuckled and then his gaze locked with Max's and his breath hitched, his grey eyes wandering lower, focusing on something. Neri followed his gaze and a moan escaped her at the sight of Max kneeling on the bed, causally fondling himself through his trousers, his bulge clearly straining to be freed. She swallowed, her mouth gone dry as she watched him hungrily. Anders was watching too, now propped up on his elbows with his teeth sunk deep into his lip, his breath still a bit ragged from his recent release.

Anders pushed up more fully so that he was sitting just in front of Max and he pulled the red-haired man in for a kiss. Neri watched breathlessly as their tongues tangled together slowly between their opened mouths, sliding against each other's before Anders pushed his tongue forward. This kiss was slow, sensual, all of their movements languid and tender. Max's one hand continued to stroke his bulge while his other hand covered the nape of Anders' neck, pulling the healer deeper into their kiss. Anders' hands, meanwhile, came up to cup Max's bearded jaw, his fingers slipping through the thick red fuzz as he angled Max's head back further.

Neri smirked, noticing that, unsurprisingly, Anders was already getting hard again, just as she was already aching for more herself. The thought of Anders going down on Max was already making her shiver in anticipation. As an added bonus, the way they had shifted about on the bed during their necking meant that they were now right next to herself and Rafael so they would have a very clear view of things and with luck Neri would likely even have access to Anders' ass during the event. The thought made her shudder delightedly.

Smirking, Anders began kissing his way down Max's neck, apparently just as eager as she was to see Max come undone for them. Max's head fell back as Anders found and sucked enthusiastically upon the Orlesian's pulse point. The picture they made proved too much for the rogue and Neri found herself spilled from his lap as Rafael leaned over and caught Max's lips with his own; devouring the other man's mouth like a starved beast. Neri shifted so she could see them all better; her core clenched at the display the three men made, all tangled together on her bed.

Max's right hand had ceased fondling himself, instead snaking up into the mess of Rafael's black curls to hold him closer; his other hand still cupping Anders' neck, fingers threading through the blond man's softer tresses. The healer's right hand had replaced Max's in stroking at the man's bulge while his left had sneaked around to Rafael's ass, urging the heated kiss between the two lovers on as he massaged his fingers into the meaty flesh of the rogue's backside; seeing to it that both men were moaning hoarsely into each other's mouths. Rafael's left hand was lost to Max's hair, tugging roughly on the red strands, while his right hand was atop the back of Anders', pressing down and guiding it lower toward the red-head's pale and freckled chest.

Maker's ass, they were all of them gorgeous and the tangle they'd woven themselves into was even more so; the bright fire and pale golden glow of Maxime's and Anders' hair with what could be seen of their pale and freckled complexions, twined about and encompassed by the darker shadow of Rafael… it made Neri's blood boil. She squeezed her legs together, vainly trying to relieve the burgeoning ache rekindled between her thighs. It didn't help much.

Wanting to be more a part of the action, she leaned over and trailed her fingers down the curve of Anders' spine, relishing the shudder the light touch brought forth in her lover. When she reached the base she changed the nature of her teasing to something more and dragged her nails over his ass, marking him and making Anders groan against Max's clavicles, which in turn saw Max groaning even louder into Rafael's mouth. It was fucking hot seeing and hearing them all like this, no denying that, but to Neri's mind the whole thing would be a lot hotter if they weren't all of them still mostly dressed. Only Anders had shed his smalls and trousers but even he still wore his damned shirt.

It was past time for some nudity.

"Arms," she said as she landed a smack to Anders' ass. He let out a startled yelp but did as she asked, lifting his hands above his head. She used her force magic on it, sending it flying up over his head and across the room. Her eyes briefly narrowed at the sight of Anders' scarred back which always managed to fill her with anger and the need to hold him close, or fuck his brains out – it depended on the mood. The surprised expression on Max and Raf's faces as they witnessed Neri's little party trick soon distracted she and Anders and they both smirked in reply.

"I've never seen that trick done before," Max said with a bright and delighted grin.

"Max, until you met us you'd never even considered using magic during sex," Neri pointed out, "I have a feeling you're going to see a lot of new tricks tonight."

Max laughed. "I clearly went to the wrong Cir~cle." As he spoke, Anders slid his hands up under Max's shirt just as he finished his sentence causing Max to shudder as he spoke, and making his voice falter on the last word so it came out in a stuttering sort of drawl.

Rafael started tugging on Max's shirt too, and slowly they pulled it off of him, leaving Max's pale and somewhat bony chest bared to them all. He was slim, lankier than Anders despite the healer's natural leanness, his hips narrow enough to clearly see the slanting lines of his pelvis – images of her biting down on that hard edge, teeth grazing along the bone flashed through her mind and she moaned. Despite having a thick beard, his chest was largely hairless and he was by far the palest of their party.

Neri's eyes lingered on a few scars here and there – two stood out in particular. The first was across his abdomen, a thin pink line which he got back during the darkspawn's first attack on the Keep. The other was a jagged angrier red seam on his shoulder from the second assault. They were poignant reminders at how close she had come to losing her friends in the raids and called forth an unwelcome ache even as she treasured the proof of his survival. She wanted to run her tongue along each of those marks and wash away old memories with new ones, eternally grateful that he was here now, for his sake as well as the simple fact that this was quite literally the hottest thing she had ever taken part in.

She must have made a noise because Rafael pulled away from running his hands over Anders and Max, returning his attention to her. A small smirk played about the corner of his mouth, his expression somewhat sly. She recognized it to mean he had some very wicked things in store for her, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her as her mind was flooded with quick vivid flashes of just what he might have planned. She'd fallen back so she was once again reclining, half propped up on her elbows, watching as he came to sit between her parted legs. She could still see Max and Anders pawing at each other within her field of vision but her focus was firmly locked onto the rogue directly in front of her as he prowled forward and ran his hands up her legs then along her sides. Strong callused fingers slid over her shirt, ghosting over her ribs and up to her collar bone, the heat radiating from his palms so intense it almost seared her aroused and sensitive nerves. His hands were so fucking hot even that light touch saw her panting hard again, her heart thrumming erratically in her chest, eager to feel it scorching her actual skin.

Lightning fast, the rogue suddenly moved to grab a hold of the top of her shirt and pulled. The buttons all popped as the fabric ripped, and a gasp flew from her mouth at being exposed so dramatically. Her shirt was left hanging limp from her arms, and leaving her nude from throat to navel. She didn't even have a breastband on -it was just one more thing to remove, after all- and Rafael's eyes raked over her body, drinking all of her in. She felt oddly vulnerable under such a dark and intense gaze. Rafael was the broody silent type and she always struggled to know just what he was thinking behind the impassive mask he usually wore, but right now there was no mistaking the volatile hunger behind the dark light of his eyes. Eyes blown wide with lust, made even darker in their framework of thick lashes and his messy fringe of black curls. She swallowed with some difficulty around the anxious – almost nervous – lump in her throat as another fleeting smirk graced his lips before he sat back and pulled his own looser white shirt off over his head.

Neri stared, mouth slightly open at the sight of him naked from the waist up with the expanse of his tanned upper body bared for all. Her eyes trailed up from the thick bulge in his trousers, along the delicious 'V' formed by his obliques, then tracked the dark line of hair that cut through his navel and led up to the divine definition of a fighter's abs and pectorals. By the time her eyes and returned to his, he was watching her with that almost arrogant smirk back in place; his hair falling back over his eyes as he stared down at her, sparing her some of the direct heat of his near molten gaze. Both of them were panting hard from the tension alone; a fragile taut stillness growing between them with each rise and fall of their chests.

Then Neri bit into her lip again, and that broke it.

Rafael surged forward an almost inaudible animalistic growl vibrating the air about him as he invaded the space above her, rough hands spreading her legs wider as his hard body fitted itself between them. He pressed flush against her, his skin blazing, his mouth like a branding iron where it descended upon her neck, immediately finding her pulse point so that he could bite down and suck upon it. She shuddered under him, her breathing shallow, unused to someone as heavy as him pressing her down into a mattress, and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her fingers thread up into his coarse curls to knead at his scalp.

Sweet fuck, but she wanted his mouth on hers, to feel that burning tongue of his tangle with her own, but she doubted he would allow things to get quite that intimate. The last woman he had kissed had been his first love, a woman by the name of Layla who had been murdered in front of his eyes, and Neri didn't want to push him to do anything he was uncomfortable with. Kissing was, after all, considered a deeply personal activity – personal and intimate by many. Any disappointment she might have felt at the lack of kissing was quickly overridden, however, as he shifted his weight and began to journey lower.

His stubble scratched against her skin as he kissed and licked his way down the column of her neck, causing her entire body to shiver in response. A calloused hand roamed up along the flesh of her belly to cup one small breast, squeezing it roughly, and ripping a cry from deep within her throat. Rafael's hum of appreciation for her tits was cut short as he sucked in a breath in obvious surprise at so loud a vocal reaction. He repeated the motion, clearly intrigued, and her back arched, pressing her chest harder into his hand as she moaned even louder. Those rough fingers of his withdrew until they found and circled her nipple, making the whole thing pucker with breath-stealing immediacy. He licked at her sternum, watching her with dark eyes and then he tweaked that hardened bud and she cried out again all but screaming in pleasure. He growled with want, low in his throat as she was left panting below him, feeling his heavy excited breath against her neck too.

Then his head sunk down until his mouth could close around the other nipple, hot to the point of searing and she gasped, arching up into it, her hands tightening in his hair. His tongue flicked over her that pert little peak while his fingers continued to toy with the first, tweaking and tugging at it whilst he suckled at the other. A string of continuous moaning gasps slipped past her lips as her eyes rolled with the pleasure he was calling in to being until they were caught and held by movement just out of the corner of her eye.

The others were kissing still, but Anders' hand had snuck lower, into Max's pants. She could see him stroking the taller mage, making Max squirm under his touch. He writhed and shifted so much that he made it so Anders' wrist bent at an extremely awkward angle. With a hiss of frustration Anders withdrew his hand to start unbuckling Max's trousers with rushed fingers and Neri held her breath, waiting to finally see Max properly naked.

It was not a disappointing sight. Max wriggled free of his trousers and Anders wasted no time at all making sure his briefs followed quickly after. When Max's cock was finally revealed, Neri's entire body clenched with ravenous want.

Like the mage himself, Max's cock was...lanky. The base was surrounded by a nest of hair just as red as the stuff on his head, and only slightly less thick and curly than that which adorned his face. His dick was about the same width as Anders' but – to Neri's surprise – actually appeared slightly longer. The head was a deep blood-rich red, in sharp contrast to the rest of his shaft which almost glowed in the low candlelight is was so ghostly pale. Just as before, Anders wrapped his long fingers around it, and Neri noticed, with a wicked sense of delighted mischief, that Max's cock had a slight bend to it and she started snickering, a wide grin blooming over her lips.

Her snickering seemed to catch the attention of the men; they all stopped what they were doing, one by one, each man turning his gaze towards her. Their various expressions of confusion making her laugh even harder. They continued to regard her with varying degrees of enquiry on their faces as to just what it was she found so amusing. It took almost and full minute before she was at last able to articulate what had caused her fit of mirth.

"Max, you're so gay even your cock's bent!" she cackled.

For a half beat all of them just blinked at her in surprise. Then Raf snorted, head collapsing against Neri's stomach as he tried to hid his guffawing as Anders looked down at the cock in his hand and blinked again as he noticed the anomaly before, he too, started to snicker. Soon all of them were laughing, even Max was chuckling, -if a bit self-consciously- blushing all the way from the top of his chest to the tips of his ears, though he was clearly still amused.

Neri took pity on him, "You're also fucking gorgeous," she husked, "just so you know." He glanced up at her, brows arched slightly with surprise. "Still gay?" she asked, stretching languidly, showing off her own half-naked form, with a hopeful quirking of her brow.

He snorted "'Fraid so. Not to say you don't look incredible, for a woman Neri… and the noises, Maker… but no, still nothing. If it weren't for these gentleman being here," he shrugged, "I'm afraid you'd have had no opportunity to notice how... bent I am."

"I suppose I will have to make do with this Adonis that you call your boyfriend, then." She sighed dramatically, grinning. "Woe is me."

Rafael rolled his eyes at their exchange, a small smirk at his lips as Anders chuckled before he wrapped his long fingers tight around Max's dick again and gave a gentle squeeze. Max's head fell back with a moan, those kiss-bruised lips of his hanging slackly open, and again Neri was stuck by what a magnificent sight me made. Maker, he was beautiful.

She couldn't stop staring; none of them could it seemed, the focus having officially shifted from herself to the lanky Orlesian.

They were all of them watching the red-head raptly as Anders slowly stroked that long shaft, taking his time and twisting his wrist expertly with each stroke, in order to see the man really groaning and panting for it. She had known that Anders wanted to fuck Max for quite some time now, but they had put it down to wistful fantasy because neither of them had ever expected Raf to share. Nevertheless, here they all were, all four of them in one bed with a night of hot passionate sex planned ahead of them. She felt like she was drunk with the buzz that reverberated through her every time she thought about the reality of it.

The brush of Rafael's stubble against her stomach brought her very quickly back to the moment as he resumed licking his way lower, his tongue briefly dipping into her navel before he sunk lower still. She still wore her leggings and soaked smalls beneath, though Rafael saw to it they were off her in short enough order. She helped as best she could, lifting her ass so he could pull them down to her thighs before he lifted her legs clear and simply whisked them then rest of the way in a flurry. After ripping her shirt, she really shouldn't have been surprised when he ripped her smalls too, tearing the fabric clean through in his haste to get them off of her.

Now Neri lay naked on the bed, next to where her lover was stroking off another man, surrounded by ruined clothes and a stupid amount of pillows... and none of that mattered. In light of the way Rafael was looking at her, she suspected she could have been laid out atop the other two men while they fucked each other senseless and she'd have taken no notice of them – Maker it looked like the rogue wanted to devour her; she hoped he would.

Rafael's calloused fingers grazed the skin of her inner thigh as he slid his fingers up her leg and toward her sopping wet core; his intense gaze making her shiver and more cream gush out of her. He watched, his eyes softening even as they darkened further with his appreciation for her body's over enthusiasm as he licked his lips in promise. Then his fingers thrust into her core, her entire body shuddering and her inner walls fluttering around the thick digits as he stretched her.

Neri's head fell back, her back arching as she pressed into that touch, trying to angle herself so his fingers brushed over her sweet spot. She needn't have bothered, his dexterous fingers found it easily as he crooked them, and she cried out as her core clamped down and pulled them in even deeper and driving them harder into that spot. He pulled them out and dragged them up her wet slit until they circled around her clit without actually touching it, somehow setting the nerves to smouldering without the impetus of a proper spark. She writhed on the bed in response, her hips rocking, trying to get his fingers to brush over that sensitive bundle and set the match truly so that the flames would erupt and she might succumb to the explosion of the orgasm lying dormant deep in her centre. Rafael just smirked in response to her thrashing before thrusting his fingers brutally back into her core. He then began to work those fingers in and out of her, shallow and slow; holding them straight as a pike-staff so as to tease her viscously, and enjoying watching her squirm on the bed as a result.

A shuddery breathless moan next to them snagged Raf's attention and caused his gaze to shift left, wandering over to Anders and Max, though he diligently – and maddeningly- continued to thrust his digits into her. She felt his pace pick up speed along with his breathing at what he saw, and curiosity piqued, she shifted her own eyes to focus on the other pair.

Next to them, Anders' strokes on Max's cock had picked up pace as well, and Max was now visibly sweating, his hair starting to stick to his forehead, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he sucked in huge gulps of air. Anders, having left a trail of love bites along the man's pale throat and collar bones, now had his lips fastened around one dark flushed nipple, while the other gleamed wetly in the lamplight, implying his mouth had been there not many moments past.

As Neri watched Anders' finger slip over the head of Max's cock, she felt Rafael flick a finger over her clit. Again it seemed it was to be a game of mirrors between pairs as the separate actions of healer and rogue resulted in both Max and her shuddering and losing a singular sharp moaning gasp between them. Raf and Anders smirked, apparently enjoying both of them moaning at the same time like that, and after a shared glance, they repeated their motions, this time wringing out a stronger cry from each; Max's hoarse and breathy shout harmonizing with Neri's high pitched sob in a way even she recognized as stunning.

Anders pulled his mouth away from Max long enough to cast an admiring look in her direction; clearly pleased to find her all spread out on the bed with her legs wide open, and her mound glistening with her arousal. When his eyes met hers, he gave her a wink before returning his lips to Max's pale skin and starting to kiss his way down Max's stomach.

It took less than a moment for him to be low enough that his mouth was directly in front of Max's hard and weeping cock. For a moment more, Anders simply held it there with both hands, letting his breath wash over it, so that Max held his breath, his gaze dark with anticipation as he watched Anders, waiting for when the healer to take that next step.

After what must have felt like an eternity to the poor man, Anders leaned in and slowly dragged his tongue across that dark red head, and gathering up every last drop of pre-cum spilling from it. Released from his breathless waiting, Max sucked in a huge breath of air, his entire body tensing before letting it all out almost immediately in a strangled gruff groan and beginning to babble his appreciation when Anders' swiftly swirled his tongue around the swollen crown. Anders' eyes then flicked up to Rafael, a brow arched in challenge, and Neri's breath hitched as she too looked to Rafael, her own breath held baited to see if he would continue to follow Anders' lead.

Rafael's eyes narrowed ever so slightly before he seemed to accept her lover's challenge and lowered his head between Neri's legs. His hot breath panted over her, his eyes locking with her own as he ran his tongue along his lower lip suggestively and making her exhale in a rush. Then he dipped his head and his burning hot tongue surged up her slit, overwhelming her with sensation.

"Oh fuck-!" she gasped out.

Rafael moaned against her, his enthusiasm for the task redoubling as he got his first mouthful of sweet elf as he lapped up the copious amount of honey slicking her folds. Neri whimpered in delight, her hips bucking up into his mouth, needing to feel more of that hot wicked tongue on her, devouring her. Contrarily, he pulled back, taking a beat to clean his lips, a smirk tugging them upward as his tongue ran over them with apparent relish. He glanced at Anders, arching a brow back in a challenge of his own and Neri saw Anders grin.

Nothing like a bit of healthy competition in the bedroom to see things escalate, and Neri was hardly going to complain, especially as she just had to sit back and enjoy the results. Of course, that didn't mean she was above egging them on a bit.

A/N: Oh we are total teases, aren't we? (Sorry~.) Part 2 will be along very soon, my lovelies - my type of soon, not Shadow's torturous version of soon (loveyoubabe) ;p. Expect some Max POV, so even if you don't read my stuff and don't 'know' him, hopefully he's still fun to read. He's kind of my baby. Hell. They all are. So I'm really hoping you like them all – but do let us know, yes? We are both eager to hear what you all think! And if you have ANY questions don't be shy, drop in an ask because we are both oh so eager to talk to all of you.

Thank you for reading, and I hope so see you all next week too.

Lots of love,

Chanty.

PS From Shadowfire: to those of you who found me (Shadowfire) cause of 'Deflowering Daisy' or have read that and thus know/ are curious about my pregnancy. Baby Ethan will be arriving this Monday, Nov 9th (^^) and I'll try to get and update to you all with the next chapter of this. Love you all! Can't wait to hear what you think!