A Gorgeous Sight

Blake had just left the tent to take his turn at watch. It was a warm night so the tent flap was partially open for the breeze. Since the three of them started sharing a tent together Alistair took the first watch and Blake the last. The others took turns on the middle watch. Blake smiled to himself when he noticed that Jannasilane, who had been sleeping on top of her bedroll, automatically went to Alistair and he put his arms around her. He smirked as he wondered how long it would be before they acted on their mutual desire.

Alistair no longer dreamed of darkspawn and the Archdemon. Now he usually dreamed of her. Jannasilane. At first he was uncomfortable sharing a tent with her and Blake, but it was undeniably the easiest way for the two Wardens to get some decent sleep. Alistair slowly woke to the feel of Jannasilane snuggled in his arms, her breasts pressed against his side. In her sleep she had thrown one leg across his which caused her night shirt to ride up, leaving the back of her thighs bare against his hand. Her soft breaths were teasing the hair on his chest around his nipple and he had to stifle a groan at the unusual but welcome sensation. His groin tightened when she nuzzled him in her sleep. For both their sakes he tried to ease away without waking her.

He froze when he heard her whisper, "Alistair?" Her eyes fluttered open as she realized he was awake. Unerringly her hand found his face in the dim light cast by the fire through the opening of the tent and gently stroked his cheek. "What is wrong?"

He couldn't help himself. He turned his head into the hand against his face, his lips brushing against the palm. Her hand stilled but didn't move away. Her breathing became a little more rapid. He darted his tongue out to taste her skin and grazed her palm with his teeth. She gasped and he felt her nipples tightening against him through her thin night shirt.

Jannasilane felt an electric shock travel from her palm to her toes and unconsciously pressed herself against him. When he moved his head, his mouth seeking hers she met him halfway. At first their kisses were gentle, but gradually he became more demanding and she opened to him. The flame between them roared back into a blaze and soon her tongue was dancing with his. Callused hands stroked her flesh, causing shivers to race up and down her spine.

Alistair moved her shirt up so his hand could find her wonderful, magnificent breasts. Maker, they felt good in his hand. So heavy and rounded, the large nipples straining for his touch. He left her mouth and kissed her neck and shoulder, all the while stroking, fondling and exploring her breast. While his hand played with one breast under her shirt, his mouth closed over the nipple of her other breast through the fabric and she squirmed against him. When he lightly bit her and then sucked she bucked up against him.

She felt so warm, and there was an unusual heaviness building up inside her. She wanted something, she wanted more. She whimpered when his mouth and hand left her breasts and he rolled away gasping, "We have to stop. I've wanted to be with you since the day we met and if we don't stop now I won't be able to stop later. I've never been with a woman before and . . . I like you and don't want to hurt you."

Jannasilane felt bereft when he moved away, but her heart melted at his confession. Shyly she whispered, "Alistair, sweet Ali, you are too good. I also am a virgin, though I think you know this. I like you, too. You're attractive, funny, and kind. I do not want to hurt you either. I ask only to be with somebody of my choosing."

He felt pleased, flattered and disconcerted all at the same time. Weren't women supposed to want romance and marriage? According to the Chantry his first time should be with his wife, ideally a woman he loved and who loved him in return. He just didn't want to feel like a transaction which is why he never went to a brothel. He regretted now telling Blake that he was waiting for true love. He didn't even know if there was such a thing. He had been bone-deep lonely and isolated for so long, and she was so warm and willing and even liked him. This would be no meaningless encounter. It might not be love but he knew it would be special.

He sat up. She could see him watching her, weighing his words. Finally he said, "I can't promise you anything only that I will try not to hurt you. I'll understand if that's not enough, but if you . . ." was all he could say. He waited. When she sat up and then got to her knees he thought she was getting ready to leave.

Instead she came to him. She put her arms around his neck and nibbled along his jaw line, "I choose you, my Ali, my friend." All restraint vanished as he devoured her. He couldn't recall who removed her night shirt, but suddenly her bare breasts were pressed against his bare chest, their nipples rubbing against each in almost excruciating sensitivity. His hands were grabbing her hair, holding her head in place as he sucked on her ear, licking and nibbling her jaw, kissing her cheeks and then chewing her bottom lip. He was a starved child in a candy store and she was every sweet flavor imaginable. When she wrapped her legs around him he shuddered, he was too close.

In a quick move that had her writhing he had her back against her bedroll. With one hand he braceleted her hands so they were above her head, her arms framing her exotic face. Her hair was wild and spilling all around her. "Don't touch me," he warned, "I need to slow down or we'll both regret it. Let me look at you. Maker, you are so beautiful," he breathed as his eyes, filled with golden flame, traveled down her frame. He was memorizing every detail of her, the desire and nervousness in her eyes, the pouty fullness of her sensuous lips bruised from his kisses, the marks of his possession against her skin.

When his eyes lit once again on those magnificent breasts he brought both hands to them. He marveled at how they overflowed his grasp, at how her nipples became fuller and harder under the movements of his thumbs. They just begged for his mouth to engulf them and he obliged. He licked, sucked, bit and pulled. His hands squeezed, caressed and tweaked. Jannasilane's hands were grabbing the bedroll in an effort to keep herself anchored while trying not to touch him as he requested. With one hand he ruthlessly pulled off her small clothes so she was fully revealed to him. Sudden shyness kept her still under his gaze. Slowly, reverently, his hand traveled down her torso, lying flat against her stomach for a moment before traveling further. His fingers tangled in the curls between her legs. He nudged them further apart and licked suddenly dry lips as she became completely open to him. His fingers explored the folds of her and found her entrance, damp with her desire.

He remembered something he had overheard one of the other recruits talking about and had a sudden urge to taste her. He slipped his hands under her rear and grabbed her as he brought his mouth to her core. His nostrils were filled with a spicy, musky scent that was all Jannasilane. He savored it before he started licking and lightly nibbling the tender flesh. Jannasilane started when she felt his mouth down there, the animals on the farm certainly never did that. Soon she was once again lost in sensation. Her fingers suddenly curling in his hair and her breathless whimpers urged him on. The roughness of his tongue when it entered her caused her to gasp in pleasure. She could feel herself growing damper as he feasted, something was coming. Something scary and wonderful. Then he stopped. He looked up at her, "I'm sorry, love, I can't wait anymore," he growled and finally pulled off the loose cotton britches he slept in along with his smalls. He didn't see her gaze widen when she saw his manhood for the first time, fully erect and pulsing with life.

As he kissed his way back up her torso all she could think was that that was supposed to fit there? Oh how she wished her mother had told her a little bit more. For a moment she relaxed against him when he kissed her, exploring the odd sensation of tasting herself on his lips. Then he thrust once, hard and deep and she felt a searing pain as something inside her tore. She closed her eyes against the pain but tears slowly leaked out. When he started to move again she panicked, "Don't move, just, just wait."

Alistair thought he had never felt anything as wonderful as when she fully surrounded him. The tight fit, the warm heat made him feel as if he had come home. He enjoyed the moment until he felt the urge to move begin to overtake him. When he heard her whispered plea he stopped and looked at her. The tears he saw smote his conscious and only now did he remember something else he had overheard; that the first time for a woman was almost always painful. That the barrier he thought he felt wasn't just her body's unfamiliarity with the act but a physical barricade of flesh he had ripped through without thinking. He knew he was not a small man in any respect. Using all his willpower he held himself still inside her as he kissed her tears away and apologized for hurting her.

Jannasilane felt the pain receding and her body stretching to accommodate him. His concern and the tender way he kissed her tears made her relax some more. Soon she began to enjoy the feel of him inside her. When he nuzzled her ear and traced its outline with his tongue she gasped and moved her hips in unconscious invitation for him to move. He did so, slowly at first and then faster as she became more receptive. Finally desire ruled all and he was thrusting in and out, hard and fast until he spilled into her. The moment of his release he thought he was going blind with pleasure, he kept pumping until he was empty and collapsed on top of her. Her arms loosely embraced him, stroking his hair, his neck, his back while her own body quivered from frustrated desire and remembered pain before relaxing. She nuzzled him where his neck met his shoulder. She licked his skin, causing him to shiver. She felt him start to harden again inside her, this time the sensation was pleasant.

He pulled away, though it was hard to leave her warmth. She winced a little at first and he smiled, relieved because she smiled up at him. He found a health poultice, some clean cloths and water. He looked down at himself and grimaced to see he was covered in her blood. "Maker, I'm surprised she can bear to look at me." Alistair crawled back to her. He kissed her lightly on the lips and then poured some of the poultice and water onto a cloth. She sighed in relief when he started to clean her in light, soft strokes. The cool water and healing potion making her feel much better. He poured a lot more of the poultice into the cloth and just held it against her entrance, hoping it would help. Only when he felt he had done all he could did he clean himself up. He did so quickly and then lay next to her, wrapping his arms around her, grateful she didn't pull away from him. To his surprise she snuggled closer. "I am so sorry I hurt you, I never wanted to hurt you," he whispered into her ear.

"I know, Ali. I was surprised more than hurt," she lied. "I liked most of, err, it." She could feel herself blushing when she added that last.

Alistair looked at her, his expression serious. "Don't lie to me. Maybe you did enjoy a lot of what we did, but I know I hurt you. Don't ever lie to me, not even if you think it will make me feel better."

She looked at him. Slowly she nodded her head, "very well. I will not lie. When you, you were first inside me it hurt. The pain was mixed with surprise, but I did start to feel some pleasure again. That is the truth. I know you didn't want or try to hurt me. That is also the truth. Nothing my mother said quite prepared me for the reality. I am still surprised you fit. That too is the truth." She lay her head back down on his chest, soothed by the way he held her and stroked her hair. "I like the way you hold me, as if I were something precious. Is that enough truth?"

"I suppose that will do for now," he half chuckled. "Now get some sleep. You wore me out, you know." Her answer was to punch him. He gave an obligatory 'oof' and they both drifted to sleep.

This time Jannasilane woke first. She was sprawled on top of Alistair, his hands loosely draped over her rear and the two of them were naked. She blushed as she remembered what happened between them and smiled shyly to herself. His light snoring reassured her he was asleep so she took advantage of the opportunity to really look at him. "I didn't realize how many muscles he has. No wonder he wears that armor as if it were nothing." Her eyes moved down from his chest and she shifted so she could see the rest of him. She gulped when she saw his manhood lying softly against a well-muscled thigh, "it looks so different from last night, but still big. His hair is a bit darker than the hair on his head, it looks soft." Tentatively she reached a hand down to stroke it. When her hand touched him his member twitched and she jumped.

"It won't bite," Alistair rumbled laughingly. He hugged her to him and brought her face to his, "But I might," and he kissed her. He sat up holding her in his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel him growing behind her. "Good morning, how are you feeling? You look beautiful," he said huskily.

"F-fine, Ali." She stuttered and blushed at the way he was looking at her, his hazel eyes gold with the fire burning in them. She leaned into him and kissed him softly, sinking into his embrace. Soon they were lost in mutual tenderness and growing desire.

Blake entered the tent, calling out, "Wake up sleepyheads, time to get-" he stopped suddenly when he saw them. He whistled, "Well, now, that's a gorgeous sight first thing in the morning." He allowed his gaze to wander as they froze. He smiled in appreciation of their generous assets. His friend was a well-built man, indeed. "I hate to interrupt but everybody else is ready to go. There's coffee and some food left." He sobered when he turned and saw the bloody rags. Blake looked back at Alistair with a question in his eyes. Alistair nodded and the Warden indicated the two men would talk later.