A brief warning. This is just a bit of smut with no point. Marian and Fenris deserve it. It has nothing to do with the main story and can be skipped if you're not into it. If you are, then thanks for reading!
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Control
Fenris stood and looked around. Firelight flickered from the hearth. Shadows moved and shifted in the corners of the bedroom. He inhaled deeply and his nostrils were filled with a sweet and heady scent of sweat and orchids. He closed his eyes and listened. He heard sharp and desperate breaths broken here and there by soft delicious whimpers. He opened his eyes and looked down at the flushed and writhing form of a woman on the bed. His woman.
He simply couldn't stop staring at her. At what he had done. At what she had let him do. Marian was bent face forward at the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. He had tied her hands behind her with a bit of cord. Her skin was bare and finely beaded with perspiration. Black hair was in disarray and she had her head turned so she could look at him with her dark eyes.
Fenris tilted his head in fascination. He remembered exactly how they had come to be in these positions, him standing over her, and her bound beneath him. But he still couldn't quite absorb it.
"Fenris, I don't want to be in control, that's the point. I'm always in control. But sometimes I want nothing more than to just let go. I trust you, I love you..." He remembered his breath catching as she said it. As if it was natural, as if it was truth and his heartbeat skipped, "...and I'm leaving you in control tonight."
"Marian, I...this is not..." He wasn't sure how to tell her his fears. "...this is not how you should be treated. You don't know...you've never known what it's like..." She reached out and twined their fingers together.
"This, Fenris, is not That. This is me not having to think about anything, for a change. This is you moving away from your past. This is you finding pleasure in me and me enjoying every second of it." She smiled broadly, laughter in her voice and love in her eyes.
Fenris took a deep slow breath. He was going to embrace his control.
He walked away from Marian, leaving her prone and bound on the bed. He leisurely removed his gauntlets and breastplate and slipped his tunic over his head. He stretched and sighed as the heat of the fire glided over his skin. His lyrium was just barely shining and it tingled, but there was no pain. She was still staring at him and making little noises in her throat as she licked her lips. He held her eyes with his as he removed his trousers and threw them aside. He stood naked before her. He felt no shame or weakness. He saw her eyes widen and she made a needy little whining sound as her eyes traveled from his face to the scars of lyrium on his chest to his cock standing at attention. It was then he realized that he wanted this. He needed this. And the beautiful naked woman waiting for him on the bed wanted and needed him. But he was going to control how she got him tonight. His lips curled into an involuntary smile.
He took himself in his hand as she watched and he slid slowly up and down the length of his erection. She made the needy little noise again. He walked back across the room over to her. He let go of himself and smacked her hard on one round cheek where it stuck up in the air for him. She squealed in surprise, and he did it again, her skin turning a bright red at the harsh contact. "No Marian," he ordered "No noises except when I tell you." She pursed her lips tight, silent. "You will speak when spoken to, you will moan when I order it, and you will beg when you are told. Do you understand?" Her lips twisted and he could tell she was trying not to smile but she nodded. He struck her bottom again and her face pinched, but she remained silent. Fenris laughed. "Good girl." He encouraged her obedience.
He moved his hand along her skin to sooth the sting of his blow. His hand wandered up to the small of her back and then down again to cup the curve of her behind. He moved his curious fingers to lightly brush the little pink lips that glistened between her legs and Marian squeezed her eyes shut, but made not a sound. Fenris chucked low and continued his caress. She was wet with need, but he waited for her to open her eyes again. When she did, he leaned forward a little and looked into them very deliberately as he shoved one finger inside her. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened but nothing escaped it. He smiled at her and held her gaze.
"I want to hear you moan now Marian." He said softly and he moved his finger in and out of her slowly. She looked so grateful as she moaned that he pushed in another finger and pressed his thumb against her tender little nub. That got him a loud and long breathless cry that only made him thrust faster and rub harder. But he saw in her eyes that she was too close too soon. He pulled his hand away and she moaned in disappointment.
He moved to stand behind her, the tip of his cock just barely brushing her sex. He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back towards him as he leaned into her. "Tell me what you want Marian."
She didn't hesitate to obey. "I want you to fuck me."
Fenris tightened his grip in her hair. "That's a little vague, love." He leaned in further and bit on her earlobe. He lifted his other hand to her mouth and put two fingers in. Instinctively she sucked and licked at them. "Do you want me to fuck you here?" He pulled his fingers out and moved his hand to her pert behind. He grazed one finger against the tight little hole of her ass. "Do you want me to fuck you here?" And then he slid his finger down and pushed it back inside her slit, pumping in and out again. "Or do you want me to fuck you here? Answer me Marian."
"Hnnnn" She whimpered softly.
He pulled back tightly on her hair. "Answer me."
"I want you to fuck my pussy."
He withdrew his finger and released her hair. Her head fell back down to the bed. He grabbed her hips with both hands and let his cock slide up and down along her wetness. "Beg me" he ordered.
She tried to push her hips back against him and she whined and fought against the binding at her wrists. He laid another sharp slap against her flesh. "Beg me" he repeated, his voice harsher now with his own need that burned inside him.
"Please, Fenris. Please fuck me." Her muscles were tense in his hands where he gripped her.
He slid a tiny fraction of his hard length into her and stopped. "More" he said
"Please!" she pleaded in earnest as she tried violently to impale herself on him but he held her hips still, bruises forming where his fingers dug into her. "Please fuck me. Please let me have your cock, please Fenris!"
And just like that his control broke into pieces. He pulled her hips hard back against him and he buried himself inside her in one movement. His head fell back and he took a moment to savor the feeling of her tight heat. She arched her back and let loose a lovely wanton moan. She put her own hands on her bottom and spread herself apart for him, leaning back against him trying to force him in deeper. He pulled out and thrust back in driving her down into the bed. All hope of drawing this out any longer was gone. He pounded in and out of her in a frenzy of reckless desire, his throbbing length slick with her juices. Marian voiced delicate little grunts with each thrust and he felt her muscles start to clench around him and he went faster and deeper still until her moans turned into one long scream. She shivered and tossed her head, her back arched and her arms painfully restricted behind her. She was soft skin and lithe muscle, heated breath and wild abandon, and he was lost. One last thrust and he spilled inside her shuddering and groaning in his deep timbre.
He fell on top of her, his breathing heavy and ragged, his chest pressed against her back. He felt her wiggle and writhe her hands that were trapped between them. And then she artfully pulled them out, the bindings slipping off harmlessly. She twisted and turned her body underneath him until they were face to face. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her now free arms around his neck. He looked at her exhausted and surprised. She smiled an exquisite smile; the satisfied smile of a woman well loved, and she kissed him full and deep and powerful.
When she pulled away, he asked her "So you could have escaped the restraints at any time?"
She giggled with guilt. "Of course, love. Pirate friends, remember? Next time I'll show you some other things I learned from Isabela..."
