Despite knowing exactly what he had going for him, he was still nervous walking over into the Alienage. He had shaved, put on his best clothes and broke into his small amount of cologne. He had only in passing glanced at the mirror, but he knew he was not unattractive. He could almost be handsome.
He knocked at her door and Merrill answered cheerfully, dressed only in her night clothes.
"Hello," she greeted, "What are you doing over here? Is everything alright?"
"I'm just fine," he smiled, "Just passing through the neighbourhood and I saw your light was still on. Just thought I'd say hello."
"How nice of you," she smiled, "It is rather late though, I imagine you'd want to get home. Perhaps I can get you something to drink before you go? I have...water and some very inexpensive wine."
"I'm sure it's better than I have at home," he laughed, "I'd love a glass if you're offering."
Merrill waved him in, picking up her robe. She wrapped it around her before going into her cold room for the wine. He made himself comfortable on her lounge, adjusting the top buttons on his shirt before she returned, the bottle and two mugs in hand.
"Sorry," she apologized, "I don't get many visitors here, I'm not very good at entertaining."
"Your home is lovely," he said, glancing at the elven trinkets on her mantle, "You've done a lot over the years."
"I've tried," she said, pouring the wine into his mug.
"It's not easy living in Lowtown," he commiserated, "It can be hard to make it feel like home."
"You could always move back in with the Hawkes," she said kindly, "I'm sure Garrett would be happy to have you."
"He hasn't even invited you to live with him and he actually likes you," he chuckled, "I don't think he would be thrilled to have me."
Merrill looked away, embarrassed.
"Sorry," Gamlen apologized, "My nephew is rather prudish. I'm sure he'll get over himself soon enough and make you an honest woman yet."
"I hope so," Merrill muttered, drinking from her mug, "Though from what he was saying last night, maybe not."
He raised an eyebrow and she apologized, "Sorry, I've been drinking."
He sighed and took her mug away, "You shouldn't be drinking more then."
"I'm not drunk," she protested, "I can walk in a straight line and everything. I just mean you probably don't want to hear bad things about family."
Gamlen chuckled, putting her mug on the floor, "I've certainly heard worse."
Merrill smiled, "You're very kind to me, popping in like this. I was a little lonely tonight, after Isabela dropped me off. We were talking for so long, but I still felt...a little sad. It's nice to have some company."
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" He asked in concern.
"Oh no," she shook her head, "Just...a little disappointed. I guess I was being silly. You build things up in your mind and then they don't happen like you think...romantically, I mean, I just meant..."
She blushed and stood up.
"Maybe you should go before I say more embarrassing things about myself."
"What were you hoping to have happen?" He asked, coming to stand by her.
He cupped her chin in his hand, lifting it slightly to look at him. He could feel her trembling beneath him and she said nothing, her breath growing faster.
"A pretty thing like you," he murmured, "You should have everything you desire. Nothing should be spared. A man should be utterly devoted to your every whim."
She whispered, "I think you should go."
"I think you want me to stay. Let me give you what he can't."
"He loves me," she protested.
"I don't think you're looking for love right now."
"Then what do you think I want?" She whispered.
He put her hand on his cock, growing hard beneath his trousers. Her eyes widened and he grinned. He had her now.
He kissed her hard, pulling him into his arms. She panted beneath his lips, pulling at his shirt. He undressed her quickly, carrying her over to her makeshift bed. She tried to take off his shirt, but he pushed her down, pushing her legs open before kissing down her sex. She gasped in shock as he thrust his tongue in her, taking his time to explore her, to get her used to the sensation.
"Creators," she groaned, "I didn't even know you could do that."
He smirked, his cock throbbing at her words. He continued his task, sucking on her clit as his thumbs stroked her lips, his tongue lingering in her as he worked. He tasted her as she came into his mouth, gasping and moaning as her thighs clamped down around him.
"What was that?" She panted.
"Just a taste," he grinned, rising from her.
He returned to his task, working harder until she came again, her back arching to meet his body. As his mouth grew tired, he rose and she whimpered at his absence. He took off the rest of his clothes, tossing them on the floor. She rested on her elbows, staring at his naked form.
"That's...going to fit in me?" She asked, almost fearfully.
He looked down at himself, pleased. He grinned as he returned to her side, wiping his mouth before kissing her. He pulled her thighs around his hips, the tip of him teasing her entrance. He slid into her carefully and upon hearing a soft moan, he pulled her into his embrace before moving inside of her. She was hot and tight around him and pleasure rippled through him at the mere feel of her.
He looked down at her face, her lips trembling. He kissed her reassuringly, holding her head before moving again. She whimpered, her body grinding against his as he thrust.
"Is this how he had you?" He asked, chuckling.
"He didn't hold me like this," she admitted, sighing as she put her arms around him.
"Did it feel this good?" He asked in a growl.
"No," she whispered, burrowing her face into his neck.
He wanted her on top of him, to see her body writhe as she used him to her will. But he doubted she would feel comfortable being in control quite yet. He flipped her over to her knees, entering her from behind. He held onto her hips possessively as he thrust, his hand coming forward to touch her clit. She buckled at his touch, pushing into him as she groaned.
She moaned, "Please...oh Creators, don't stop."
He felt her shake around him and he nearly came undone. But he had more work to do. He wanted to give her the night of her life. He wanted to make her ache, make her unable to walk. He focused on her body, ignoring his own pleasure as best he could. He kept pushing into her, deep and hard, until her legs shook and she fell forward, slipping from him. He let her lay on her side as he pushed her legs open, once again taking her into his mouth. He loved the taste of his skin against her, her sex warm and pulsing. She moaned, her hand coming to her breast unconsciously to play with her nipple. She came once more and his desire for her grew too much. He needed to bury himself inside of her. Now.
He slipped behind her, pushing himself into her as he brought her leg over his hip. He breathed into her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. He rubbed at her clit, hearing her moan and shake as her orgasm continued. As her body throbbed around him, he growled, pushing himself into her as he came undone. She gasped in shock at the feel of his seed in her and she caught her breath, trying to regain control of herself.
He slipped out of her, pushing her down into the bed as he knelt over her, his cock still somewhat hard.
"That's what you deserve," he whispered, "And that's what he can't give you."
She groaned, "This was wrong, I shouldn't have...this can't happen again, not ever again."
Her words rang false and they looked at each other. He grinned before kissing her lightly.
"We both know that's not true."
He dressed quietly and left without another word, a sense of satisfaction filling him. He still had it.