PROMPT: Loghain/F!Cousland/Zevran menage a trois Eiffel Tower style (obviously this is a joke :) ) - SMUT!!!!!
The archdemon was dead. An ex-Templar was King. Liquor flowed in excess. Innuendo oozed abundant. The party was just getting started.
Elissa, Zevran and Loghain sat around drinking their fill. Elissa lounged. Zevran letched. Loghain glowered.
It started innocently enough – a peck on the cheek in a good night kiss, Elissa to Zevran. But hands took hold of wrists, ass met lap and soon clothing was being removed and lips were being bruised and laps being grinded into. It mattered little to the pair that they had an audience in old man, Loghain.
Bountiful breasts came into light, bouncing light and hot and airy and supple against Zevran's over eager and well trained hands. He pinched and prodded and licked and fondled. He knew what he was doing and wasn't afraid to show it.
Elissa moaned and gasped and leaned into her elf, egging him on to continue. It felt good and she wasn't afraid to show just how good it felt because it felt good. Half-lidded eyes stuck in a drunken haze looked across the room. She smirked at Loghain and gave a little giggle. "Cat got your tongue? Or can I have it instead?" It was an open invitation. Come and get her, Ser Hero of the River Dane..if you dare.
"The couch," Zevran murmured, head crooking to motion to an unoccupied divan between Loghain and them. "I need you…like bad."
No more words were needed. Topless and wanting, Elissa slid off Zevran's rock hard lap and sauntered sexily to the couch. Her breasts bobbed and bounced with her every movement, tantalizing the men with her mammary perfection. And she got to the couch, she slipped out of her skirt and tossed it aside. Clothing was optional at this affair!
Her invitation not forgotten, Loghain eased out of his chair and started towards the now hotty occupied couch. He had just gotten his grove on with a swamp witch not too far in the past. He had a taste of lady loving and now he wanted more. He kneeled on the couch and took Elissa's face in his calloused, battle weary, arthritic hands and tugged that hungry little face to his own in a fierce and commanding kiss. He would show her how they do it in Gwaren country. His tongue plunged into her mouth and conquered Highever in a way that Howe never managed.
From behind Elissa, Zevran slinked. Those ever skilled hands took those ever beautiful and sex goddess breasts within their grasp once again. Nipples were pinched, flesh was stroked, he played her like a regular breastician.
Gasps and moans and cries gurgled in her throat. She was loving every second of the attentions being plied on her. And as if to show it even further, she pressed her ass into Zevran's stomach in silent beg.
He didn't need further invitation. His massive erection was freed from his tight pants and into the sweet and wet waters he plunged.
Loghain had to get some of this action. He didn't become a successful General by sitting on his laurels. He was the proactive sort! His own throbbing member beat against the cloth of his pants. It was begging to be freed. And if Zevran's cock was impressive, Loghain's was awe inspiring. Elissa's eyes widened at the girth of the thing and immediately her mouth salivated with want. She had to have it in her mouth like NOW. So into her mouth she took it…just barely. And it felt hot and hard and stiff and great and everything she knew she wanted and needed.
She moaned against Loghain as Zevran continued to hammer at her backside in rapid, bunny rabbit thrusts. And she knew, she knew this is why they fought the darkspawn. This made it all worth it. It was awesome and incredible and felt so good.
And those men, they knew it took. Hands raised in the air and smacked at one another in a high five. The maker would have been so proud.