Seduction
Dinner had been a humble affair. Alistair had concocted something he called Ferelden Lamb Stew, the contents of which were debatable, and they had bread, cheese and ale Kallian had purchased from a merchant the day before. Rations were running low, but they hoped they could push on to Redcliffe Village within three days at most.
As had happened for a few nights now, while the rest of the group was engaged in conversation Alistair had eaten away from them. When he was finished his dinner, he cleaned up after himself and retired to his tent. As the evening wore on, the others cleaned up and prepared to turn in for the night, while Kallian stood by the fire with Lucius at her side. Sten walked the perimeter of the camp, eyes constantly scanning the forest.
After a while, as the sounds of soft snoring, loud in Oghren's case, drifted toward the fire, Zevran appeared next to Kallian, clean and in fresh clothing.
"Hello, my dear Warden. Do you sense anything out there tonight?" While he did not know how such things worked, he knew that both Alistair and Kallian were able to sense when the darkspawn were near.
She shook her head. "It seems quiet. I don't know why, but I am going to enjoy the peace while we have it. I am so tired; if only I could truly sleep."
It seemed that both she and Alistair had difficulty sleeping and they often had nightmares. She had once said they could hear the darkspawn and the arch demon communicating with each other, a thought that chilled Zevran to the bone and made him appreciate them and the task they faced that much more.
Speaking softly, he asked "You wished me to join you. May I ask why?"
"Oh, in spite of how we met, I like you and I enjoy the time we spend together." She was chewing on her lip, looking slightly distressed.
Zevran risked a bold move, reaching out to brush a stray curl of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. Pleased that she did not object, he allowed his finger to linger along the lines of the tattoo that adorned the right side of her face. His touch sent shivers of pleasure through Kallian, fuelling her desire for him.
"You seek the company of a friend?"
She turned to face him. "I think of you as more than a friend, Zevran." I am ready for this. I am in my seventeenth year and would have been married and likely with child by now, had things been different.
"Glad I am to hear it. I must admit I have thought of you in the same way." He purred with a mischievous grin, stepping closer to her.
Returning his grin, she took a step back. "I…want to ask you something, Zev." He raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
Lowering her voice and leading him to the outer edge of the fire's light, away from their party's cluster of tents, she continued. "You must have quite a history, with women I mean."
She hoped her expression didn't betray the fact that she was quite startled by how quickly her thoughts were turning to actions. Surely these matters were far less frightening than confronting demons and darkspawn?
"Mmmm, this could be quite a sensitive topic, my dear lady. Are you sure you wish to voyage there?"
"I asked, didn't I?"
His eyes held hers a while before he spoke. "As you wish. Let me start by saying that my history is varied indeed. It has also not been restricted to women. Does that offend you?"
"Should it?" She had never thought about it, but it wasn't as though she had never heard of such a thing. Leliana apparently enjoyed the company of women.
"Perhaps. That is entirely up to you. I grew up among whores, my dear. Sex is best done when it is done well, and truly that is my only rule. Do I prefer women? Yes, yes I believe I do. But you must understand that a certain open mindedness is sought by the Crows in their recruits, for good reasons."
"Those being?"
"I have had to do many things in my work as an assassin; some pleasant and many not so. The Crows recruit elven assassins because we are considered beautiful by humans. I'm sure you can imagine the rest."
His hand touched hers. "I cannot change my past, obviously. I regret far more than the men and women I have been with, and if that is more than you can bear it is best we know now, yes?"
Kallian hooked one of her fingers around his. "It doesn't bother me, Zevran."
"You are a better person than most." Taking her hand, he moved closer until his body was almost touching hers.
She could hardly speak and wondered if he could hear her heart pounding in her chest, it seemed that loud to her. She raised her free hand to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under the cool fabric of his shirt. A pleasant stirring in her groin quickened her breath.
Zevran tipped his head to her. "Tsk, tsk. You look so tired, my dear. It is all this constant walking and fighting. My thought is this. Why don't we retire to your tent and I shall show you the sorts of massage skills that one only learns growing up in an Antivan whorehouse."
Kallian cocked an eyebrow at him, a smile pulling at her lips. Such lovely, pouty lips, Zevran thought. She was nodding, telling Lucius to join Sten. The hound was suddenly quite alert and stood up to circle the camp.
Zevran leaned forward, his mouth near Kallian's ear. "And if I might ask, if the opportunity to proceed past the massage should present itself...?"
"I'm sure I'll think of something." She felt a certain amount of relief that he was the first to approach the subject of their coupling, but that did nothing to calm her nerves.
"Then why are we still talking?"
Kallian hesitated. "Zevran, I...ah..."
He gazed into her eyes. "Yes?"
"I am not experienced...and…I am nervous." The shy smile that graced her mouth warmed Zevran.
His eyes lit up with delight and he chuckled softly. "Marvellous! And happy I am that you would consider allowing me to be your first lover. It is quite an honour."
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, lightly at first, his lips teasing hers. Slowly, his kisses became more demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth, his teeth pulling lightly at her lips. Kallian began to feel a bit dizzy and weak in the knees from the pleasure his kisses brought her. After a few more, he pulled away somewhat reluctantly.
"Mmm, mia cara, shall we?" He pointed to her tent.
Willing her legs to move and not fail her, she led him to her tent and slipped inside, settling on her knees as he followed, closing the door flap behind him. He turned to face her again and, raising an eyebrow as if to ask for permission, reached out to unlace her shirt.
Kallian blushed, her own hand going to his. She had never been naked before any man. Zevran embraced her again.
"Do you trust me?" He whispered into her ear.
She could feel the promise of what was to come swelling between them and desire quickly replaced the nervous energy she was struggling to contain. Giving in to him, she nodded and let Zevran remove her shirt and britches as she stretched out on her bed roll.
The waning firelight set her tent aglow, allowing them to see each other and Zevran leaned back to admire her figure as he removed his own shirt. He had seen many fine things in his life, but this elven lass with smooth porcelain skin, lying naked before him took his breath away. The Maker is indeed generous with his blessings, Zevran thought. Self control would take some effort.
"On your belly." He said, waiting for her to roll over. Unable to help himself, he leaned over to kiss her back where it curved up toward her very lovely bottom and was rewarded with a surprised gasp.
Producing a bottle of scented oil from a small pouch he had with him, he straddled Kallian's hips, poured oil into his hands and rubbed them both together. When he finally reached down to begin massaging her neck, his hands were almost hot and she moaned as the warmth seeped into her tired muscles. The oil made her skin tingle and filled her tent with the heady scent of exotic spices. Zevran set to work, kneading and stroking her neck, shoulders and back until he was satisfied he had managed to release a great deal of the tension she held there.
"How are you feeling?" Zevran asked at last, bending over her, lips touching her ear.
"Mmmm..." Kallian had not realized how much she hurt and could not remember a time in her life when she had felt more…wonderful.
Zevran shifted his weight to one knee and settled down beside her so she could roll over onto her back. With a flutter of long dark eyelashes, Kallian opened her eyes and looked into his. She reached out and slid a finger up and around his ear, pulling a groan from his chest. Her lips grazed his throat. Something tugged at his brain and conflicting emotions battled briefly, but the feel of Kallian beside him, this woman he had desired for weeks now, distracted him and pulled him back into the present.
Zevran pulled back to look at her. Eyes closed again, a soft smile on her lips, her hair a cloud of curls around her head, she was radiant.
"Have you thought of what you would like to do now?"
"Make love to me, Zevran."
He had heard those words before, from the lowliest of whores to the highest of nobles, but never before had they threatened to ruin him so completely. Ignoring the growing sense of conflict that tugged at his brain, he took Kallian's face in his hands and kissed her forehead, eyes, nose and finally, that irresistible mouth.
Zevran cupped her breasts in his hands, kissing and licking her nipples, tugging at them gently with his teeth until they swelled. Kallian groaned, arching her back. He planted a trail of kisses across her chest and down her belly, and with each touch her desire for him grew. Zevran slipped his hand down her body to rest on her mons, which he squeezed gently, drawing a gasp from Kallian. His fingers played with the folds of her flesh, which were already dewed with her juices.
"Ah, mia cara, you are a delight to behold. I should like to kiss you there, my dear, if you would allow it."
"Show me, Zevran," Kallian whispered breathlessly. "Show me everything."
If it weren't for her virginity he would have surely mounted her then and there, her words so aroused him. Another time. Now, however, he wished to exercise patience and tenderness.
He slid down the length of her body, spreading her legs apart, smiling as her breath quickened. "You are so lovely, mia cara." And with that he kissed the folds of her flesh and began to explore her with his tongue.
"Ah, Zevran!" She gasped.
His tongue darted in and out of her, probing for the button of pleasure within. He pulled at it with his lips, flicking it with his tongue and raking it gently with his teeth until she was nearly mad with the pleasure of it. She writhed beneath him and cried out as he held her down and continued his sweet torture for a time. Quite suddenly, he stopped.
"Not so quickly, my dear. Pleasure is best when shared."
Her eyes opened to see him kneeling between her legs, pushing his own britches off and her eyes followed the flow of the tattoos that ran down his side and wound around his left thigh. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his swollen manhood. "I have never seen a man as the Maker made him," she whispered. In her innocence she wondered how she could possibly accommodate him.
As if sensing her thoughts, Zevran pulled her up into an embrace. "Do not worry, my dear, I shall be most gentle. You deserve nothing less."
He gasped with surprise and delight as she reached down and grabbed him firmly. Following her instincts, she bent down and took him in her mouth. His approval was evident as he moaned with pleasure. She followed his example, sucking him, running her tongue along the length of him, enjoying the taste of him. She knew by the sounds he made that the end of his member was more sensitive and she began to focus her efforts there. Kallian was grateful Shianni had insisted on counselling her on sexual matters before her wedding, or she would be quite lost right now.
"Ah, you vixen! And you say you are inexperienced at the art of love?"
He pulled her up and filled his hands with her hair, kissing her hard until she could barely breathe. They tumbled back onto her bedroll, kissing and groping each other, rolling back and forth as much as the cramped space would allow, arms and legs entangled, until he finally settled between her legs again.
"Zevran, please…" Kallian begged, pulling at his hips. "Please."
He hesitated, his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. "A woman's first time can be painful, mia cara, I…"
In what seemed like an instant, she twisted out from underneath Zevran, forcing him on his back. While he was quite pleased she was so bold and uninhibited, he was startled at how quickly she moved considering their duelling practice earlier that day.
"I have been beaten, stabbed, cut and hit with so many spells I have lost track. This shall be sweet by comparison, I am sure of it."
She straddled Zevran's hips, took but a moment to position him beneath her and sat down, crying out as she took him into her fully. Had it not been for the blood that appeared between them as she moved up and down on top of him, he would not have believed she was a virgin. She was unlike any other he had ever known. She was tight and warm and the sight of her atop him was beyond compare.
Gasping, he took her by the hips to slow her movements. "Lentamente, mia cara. Slowly."
He guided her with his hands, and was delighted as she began to move her hips back and forth as well as up and down. When he felt he may be reaching a climax, he pulled her down to kiss him. Flipping her onto her back, he laughed. "Fair play, mia cara."
She pouted. "But it felt so good, Zevran. I cannot explain it, but...Ah!"
He had thrust into her again, pulling out almost entirely and thrusting back into her. Kallian dug her nails into his back and brought her hips up to meet his with each stroke.
"I want you on your knees, Kallian," Zevran whispered hoarsely several minutes later as he pulled away from her.
She complied and moaned softly as he entered her again, slowly and gently this time. He reached for her hand and brought it to where their bodies met so she could touch herself and she cried out with pleasure, her fingers finding the nub of flesh he had played with earlier. There was no stopping now; he was reaching a crisis and could feel she was too. As they reached their climax together, they cried out and collapsed to the ground. They stayed like that for a time, Zevran lying on Kallian, kissing her neck until he realized she was weeping softly.
"Mia cara, what it is?" He asked, rolling onto his side and pushing her hair away so he could see her face.
She snuggled close to him, wiping her eyes. "Zevran, I...I don't know why I should cry when indeed I am happy."
"Ah, women are often overcome at such times. It is natural, my sweet."
"Will you stay with me tonight?" She asked, searching his face eagerly.
"Of course, my dear Kallian. Close your eyes and try to sleep, mia cara."
Surprisingly, she fell asleep within minutes, and Zevran followed suit shortly thereafter. They slept soundly for several hours, waking only when Lucius poked his head into the tent near first light.
xXx
Zevran roused Kallian with kisses and suggested they take a quick dip in the river to wash away signs of the passion they had shared the night before. Dressing lightly and pulling a drying towel from Kallian's pack, they slipped out of her tent, walked the short distance to the river, stripped naked and jumped into the cold water. After a few chilly minutes of washing, they climbed out and took turns drying each other.
Seeing he was becoming aroused again, Kallian allowed her hand to linger at his groin, fondling his manhood. His hand slipped between her legs, inciting her passions once again. Finally unable to stand it any longer, Zevran grabbed Kallian around the waist and lifted her up.
"What are you doing?" She asked between kisses to his neck.
"I intend to take you here and now, unless you object," he warned her, leaning his head back so he could look her in the eye.
She smiled. "Show me."
Moving her slightly, he found her wet and inviting and slid into her easily causing her to gasp.
"Oh, Zevran! Yes, yes!"
They continued to make love as the sun rose and again they reached their climax together. After a moment's rest, Zevran laughed.
"Now we must bathe again, beauty, but this time I shall dry myself off lest you tempt me again!"
"Would that be such a terrible thing?" She asked coyly, slipping back into the river.
"No, it would not, but what will the others think?" He joined her briefly, then jumped out to dry himself off.
Tossing the rather wet towel to her as she climbed out, Zevran began pulling his britches on. "I knew this would happen eventually. I should have warned you right from the moment you refused to kill me. It was inevitable." He pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up.
Hanging the towel over a branch, Kallian made a face at him as she pulled on her dress. "Here I thought I seduced you."
"Well, aren't you a saucy minx! I was seduced and didn't even know it." He smoothed his hair and looked at her.
"So, as the priestess so famously said to the handsome actor, what now?"
Kallian breathed a sigh of relief, hoping it wasn't too obvious. "I was about to ask you the same thing."
Zevran moved closer, putting an arm around her waist and taking her chin in his hand. "Allow me to make it simple for you, my Grey Warden. What comes next is entirely up to you. I shall ask no more of you than you are willing to give."
"And what of love?" She knew what he would say, more or less. They had had many late night talks about his upbringing, his career as a Crow and, most recently, a woman named Rinna.
"Ah, I was born of a whore and bred as an assassin. All I know of is pleasure and death. What room is there in these things for love?"
There was a melancholy tone to his voice, but it was quickly replaced with his usual bravado as he kissed her and stepped back, saying "At any rate, we should be on our way."