The kiss that followed was hungrier and deeper than the first, with the enticing work of Isabela's tongue driving Hawke to grind her hips promisingly against her.
Meanwhile, the Rivaini's hands went to work on untying and unfastening the arms and pouches from Hawke's torso. She did so with practiced ease, without once interrupting possession of the lady's mouth to look over her work. One by one they clattered to the bare floor - coins, lockpicks, a few small daggers, pouch for salves and poultices and at last the belt that held them all.
Hawke made some small noise of protest as she attempted to help her and was refused, her arms held down at her sides. This quickly turned into a pleased sort of hum when Isabela switched her attention to her exposed throat. The vulnerable soft skin that could be reached above her jerkin Isabela suckled and held against her teeth, making Marian shiver.
With a smooth metallic ring the pirate drew Hawke's long knives from behind her back, one by one, holding them up to glisten in the firelight before tossing them to the floor, shortly followed by their holster. Then she slapped Hawke's once-again-wandering hands away from her own snaps and buckles.
"Behave, kitten," she grinned at her.
"Who, me?"
"Just stand there and look beautiful, Hawke. Let me do all the work."
Still kissing her lover's throat, Isabela applied her nimble fingers to the many fastenings of Marian's jerkin. Isabela smoothed open the top of it most carefully, and stopped to loosen the leather undershirt, exposing the delicate collarbones and moving to caress them with her tongue. While tongue and lips were at work, her hands continued to open the tight jerkin, stopping to stroke the soft furs above her breasts as they traveled down. She could hear Marian sigh above her, arching into her touch.
Finally she reached the bottom of her jerkin and unbuttoned the soft leather beneath, slowly exposing a slice of pale skin down her center. As she reached the last button, she brought her teeth to bear, working the thread with her mouth as she drifted down to her knees. The button would not cooperate, so she bit it off. Isabela held it there between her lips for a moment, making sure Marian saw it there before she let it fall to the ground with a soft little ping.
Marian's aquamarine eyes were cloudy with lust, now, her lips parted, aching to be touched, to be taken.
But Isabela fully intended to take her time.
She pushed the palm of her hand inside the foxfur jerkin to travel the planes of Marian's muscular stomach, almost petting her, up and down, up and down. She smirked up at her wickedly as she did it, licking her lips. Her nose hovered just inches from Marian's pelvis.
With her off hand, a bit clumsily, she worked at Hawke's leather trousers, while her right arm continued to wander underneath Hawke's top. It was certainly more difficult to unbutton a woman's pants left-handed, but not impossible, and it gave her a nice excuse for teasing little touches.
Impatient, Marian interrupted her endeavors. She dropped to her knees with a little groan and began kissing the pirate in earnest. Her own hands pulled at Isabela's white shift, flipping it up to reveal lacy red smallclothes to the room in flashes.
Isabela chuckled and allowed her traveling hands to squeeze and pinch for a time before pushing her gently away. Then, with a hand on each shoulder, she turned Hawke around to face away from the fire.
"This is your best angle," she informed her.
"With my face turned away. Thanks a lot," she said indignantly. But she laughed. By now her nerves had transformed into a giddy excitement, were fuel for her building desire.
The pirate settled her onto the white rug and whispered into her ear.
"Stay just like that, my pet, and don't move."
Isabela stood up and circled her for a moment, letting her settle down. Then she stopped with Hawke between her and the shape of the man in the shadows, and crouched down to grasp her open trousers. With Marian kneeling before her on the soft fur, Isabela worked on easing her leather trousers around her considerable hips. Though loose-fitting in the legs, the leather hugged her backside and was nearly skin-tight. Such garments were not made with someone of such considerable assets in mind. Some amount of shimmying was generally required, but since Isabela had forbidden her to move, Marian just smirked while the pirate slowly peeled her trousers down.
Isabela was going to take her time undressing Marian, unwrapping the beauty like her very favorite present. In front of her very favorite audience. An appreciative one, at that - every time she stole a quick look at Fenris, she found his unblinking eyes glued to the two of them, captivated by her careful uncovering of Hawke's pale skin.
Maker, this was more fun than she could have imagined.
"You were right," Isabela whispered in her ear. "This is brilliant. You're an utter genius."
"That's what I'm saying," Hawke replied softly in a sing-song voice. "That's why I'm in charge, right?"
"Who's in charge? That sounds like a challenge." Isabela raised her voice to a low growl as she brought her teeth to the delicate skin behind Marian's opened jerkin. "In this room, kitten, I am the captain."
With that, she rolled the studded leather over her backside, using her trailing fingernails to pull her smallclothes down with it and reveal her luscious bare ass.
They both heard, and pretended not to hear, the sharp intake of breath from the elf, who leaned forward to drink in the sight.
Maker knows Isabela had appreciated that sight herself on many occasions. The perfect arc of her hourglass figure, the way her small waist swelled out so smoothly into alluringly wide hips. Her strong, thick thighs. The juicy roundness of each pert buttock, and that inviting cleft at the bottom that encouraged one to dive right in. If Hawke were only a little bolder, and didn't wear quite so many layers to conceal her astonishing figure, Isabela was certain that many a ribald tune or lewd poem would be composed in honor of her arse. Perhaps she would write some.
Isabela personally could not look upon the sight without putting a grasping hand on each thigh and burying her face in the little triangle of sensitive flesh at the top where the small of her back parted in two. She would nip that skin with her teeth and squeeze those scrumptious cheeks. This move never failed to make Hawke squeal and dissolve into moans.
But she would leave that sight for Fenris to contemplate right now, and work on revealing the rest of her. She left the trousers collapsed at Hawke's knees while pulling her upper armor off, careful not to get entangled with the clasps of her black leather gloves. She eased first one arm and then another through and flung the chestpiece aside. Then she eased the leather undershirt off, revealing first one creamy shoulder and then another and pushing the opened shirt down her arms until it too dropped to the floor.
Now her bare back was exposed, with the lovely line of symmetry curving all along it, interrupted only by the binding cloth that held her breasts.
As Isabela quested around her torso for the ragged end to the binding cloth, Hawke spoke up.
"Hey, this is a little unfair."
"What's that, pet?"
"Why am I the only one who's naked? When do I get to undress you?"
Isabela laughed, low and predatory. "I'm in charge. I get what I want. I want you, naked, on that fur, so I can devour you."
"Not that I'm against that but ohhhhhhhhhh" Hawke's objections were quickly swallowed by a long moan, as Isabela applied lips and teeth to her right shoulder and brought her hands around to clutch her backside. She pressed her midsection insistently against the fully-clothed pirate, seeking some relief from the pressure building up inside her from this maddeningly slow disrobing.
Those moans and cries were among Isabela's favorite rewards for a job well done. Marian's voice dropped an entire octave, from the light and airy banter she favored to a low, wanton growl. If she did her work well, Marian could be quite vocal, even screaming with pleasure.
For awhile she forgot her task in favor of stroking and clutching at Hawke's ass, watching their watcher over her lover's shoulder. Fenris appeared rooted to the spot; Isabela was certain that he had not moved at all for some time. It appeared unlikely that he would be joining in their fun. But the rise and fall of his shoulders from deep shuddering breaths and the smoldering look he was giving her told of the many and various things he wanted to do to the both of them, and for now, that would be enough.
Catching Fenris's eye, Isabela bared her teeth against the sensitive strip of skin between Marian's neck and shoulder, and knew the shiver that ran through him then without needing to see it.
Marian's head fell back rapturously at that, and Isabela took the opportunity to go to work on her bindings. She unwrapped her lovely breasts with reverence, biting her lips in anticipation. Marian disliked her breasts, thought they were much too small to be attractive and just large enough to be a nuisance. But they were perfect handfuls, and Isabela loved to stroke them. There - the last of the cloth unwound and Isabela bent down to gently kiss each nipple as Hawke leaned backwards against her gloved hands, her head still thrown back. She was posed like a sunbather into the light now, sitting back on her still-booted heels.
She was almost but not quite perfect. Isabela pulled back and contemplated her, naked but for leather gloves and boots, and her trousers pooled around her calves.
Marian looked back at her and grinned wickedly, this time exactly aware how sexy she looked. She felt like a sculpture before its artist, being made beautiful.
"Okay gorgeous, time to lie back."
Isabela offered her hands to Marian for balance as she brought her legs out from under her and then stretched them out in front of her. Then Hawke lay back against the rug, her hair a striking contrast against its light color. She smiled contentedly as the thick fur embraced her bare back, providing an additional sensual pleasure to the physical sensations she already enjoyed. She stretched her gloved hands above her head, and with a drowsy lavisciousness she offered her booted foot to Isabela for her attentions.
Smoothly the pirate eased the trousers, as well as her smalls, over the woman's boots and cast them aside, then raised one booted leg up to her chest and rested it there in one arm. The other arm reached down past the top of the boot to Marian's bare thigh to caress it up and down, enjoying the contented sounds she made in response. She raised the trapped leg even higher, enjoying the view of Marian's exposed snatch. Her careful hands approached but did not touch the building warmth between her legs. She ran her hands all up and down the smooth skin of the rogue's muscular legs.
"Bela," the Lady Hawke breathed in gratitude.
With an easy flick, the boot opened and pulled away from her leg, thumping onto the floor behind them. Isabela lavished this newly revealed skin with kisses, from ankle up past the knee, as she lowered it to the floor. She repeated the process with the other leg, stroking a now-trembling thigh until Marian began to squirm in earnest against the furs. Finally she removed the left boot and embraced her muscular calve with both hands, stroking it up and down.
Even Isabela was nearing her point of endurance, looking down at the lovely Marian naked and vulnerable beneath her. Her arms above her head stretched her torso so appealingly, presenting her perfect little breasts like a delicious banquet before her. Her flat stomach, her parted lips, her pleading aquamarine eyes. She could wait no longer.
Settling her leg down to the rug, Isabela crawled up Marian's body and straddled her waist with her own muscular legs. "You look good enough to eat, kitten," she murmured before descending for a kiss.
Marian's lips were needy as she drew her lover down against her, until Isabela was lying fully pressed against her nude body. In deep, long kisses, she drew the breath from her until the Rivaini was gasping and trembling herself. Though she was considerably bulkier than her lover, Hawke was strong, and could hold all of her weight fully. She clung to the pirate and pressed against her with all of that strength. Isabela soon could think of nothing else but her strong body and her soft lips. She barely noticed when Hawke drew her own dueling knives and threw them aside.
The room seemed to spin slowly around them in the firelight as they melted there together.
Panting, Isabela pulled away from the kiss and set upon Hawke's breasts once again, lapping and nipping at them with renewed vigor. She sucked the pert little nipples into her mouth and rolled them against her tongue. They both moaned and sighed together now at the heat their bodies made together, which surely filled and warmed the whole room around them.
Still caressing her breasts, Isabela's lips traveled to Hawke's flat belly, treasuring the softness of her skin and the firmness of the muscle beneath it. Hawke was starting to writhe beneath her, urging her downwards, and surely she made a sight for their voyeur. Her arms still encased in black leather gloves and thrashing above her head, almost beckoning towards him, her back arching and exposing her bare breasts before his gaze.
At times like this Isabela could only wish for more hands. If Fenris would only offer his assistance... but perhaps it was better to work up to that, even if only to prolong such exquisite suffering. They would all surely dissolve in such passion, and melt away to nothing.
With that thought she brought her lips to Marian's jutting hip bone, her tongue providing pressure. The pirate's body settled between Hawke's legs, which rose up around her as she kissed her way from one side of her pelvis to the other.
"Please, Bela..." Marian urged in a breathy voice.
Deliberately she moved down lower, looking up at Marian while she hovered above the downy black fur between her legs, chewing on her lip. "If you could just see yourself," she purred up at her. "You are absolutely dripping."
Marian's eyes pleaded with her, her entire face contorted with frustration and pleasure in equal measure.
"You delicious vixen. Can you smell it, your scent? I bet Fenris can smell you from there..."
Marian groaned and closed her eyes. "Please please please" she whispered, unable to bear it any longer.
Isabela dipped her head down and licked her, a long lap all along the lips of her cunt up to the nub above. Marian cried out at the touch, and cried out again when it left her. Then with her hands she parted those lips and lapped all along their inner rim, making Marian gasp and whimper. She would not last long at this rate. Isabela left her most sensitive area alone for now and dipped her tongue into her opening, circling around it, tasting her, before darting her clever tongue in and out rapidly. She switched between the two motions, circling and thrusting, while holding her open with gentle fingers. Occasionally she stopped to blow on the aching nub that would grant her release, making Hawke's pelvis thrust helplessly.
She was loosing track of the many moans and pleading half-words that Marian called to her, lost in her pleasure.
Finally she brought her tongue up to Marian's aching clit and slid two fingers inside her cunt. With no mercy, she thrust them in and out and sucked at her clit and taunted it with her tongue and teeth until Hawke was thrusting up into her face frantically.
Her whole writhing body stiffened into a tense cord of ecstasy, arching up away from the floor, when Marian finally came with a shout.
When she sank back onto the floor, Isabela wiped her mouth, licked her lips, and came back up to straddle her. She liked to watch Hawke in the afterglow, when she was relaxed and blissful. Marian often tended to curl up like a happy cat after sex and drift off to sleep. Her eyes were already half-closed. The pirate wondered if she would have to wake her to leave.
Then she pounced.
Isabela found herself pushed back onto Hawke's lap when the woman sat up quickly, and held her there.
Marian was laughing. "Now it's my turn," she said.
Before Isabela could formulate a response, Hawke had already worked her fingers under her shift. The advantage of wearing no pants, easy access. She pressed her fingers to the lacy undergarment.
"You're all ready for me, aren't you?" she said. The long build-up had been just as effective for Isabela as for Marian, for she was sopping wet before she got there.
Isabela's control fled her at that instant, as Hawke pushed her smalls aside and worked her fingers inside her slick cunt. Rather than struggle, her head fell back and her eyes fluttered closed, and she froze there, trapped by Hawke's hands.
They were intertwined now, with Isabela still straddling her, but Marian firmly in command. Isabela had to cling to her for balance as her body started to rock to the rhythm of Hawke's thrusts. She rocked back and forth, her mouth falling open, all sense fleeing. She was not vocal in her pleasure, her amorous gasps the only sound she made.
Hawke increased the speed of her thrusts, working her fingers roughly in and out. With her other hand she pressed against her pelvis steadily. Isabela swayed faster, the pressure building. Her orgasm was bearing down upon her, huge, like an enormous wave.
When she was nearly there, when it was rising beneath her and lifting her up, her eyes fell open and she found him in the dark, found his green watching eyes and their desperate longing, and her lips formed his name silently and she shook to pieces there in Hawke's lap and collapsed against her.
They held each other for some time, breathing hard, until the sweat of their bodies cooled and the silence grew thick.
Hoarsely, Fenris finally spoke.
"That was incredible," he said, his voice filled with awe.
"You're telling me," Isabela answered, smiling.