Chantal gawked at the beautiful woman smirking across the table. This couldn't possibly be happening, because if it was…
Maker, she was going straight to the void.
Wynne warned her. She had cautioned against going to the Pearl, regardless of the coin promised for clearing out the unruly patrons. Chantal had made a convincing argument that if Alistair's armor got much more dented, there really wasn't a point to him wearing any at all, and Wynne backed down reluctantly Now, she was staring down desire with warmth in her belly and Zevran's hand on the small of her back. Sten offered to come when they left the inn and she'd never been more happy she left both him and Wynne behind.
Maybe, just maybe, Zevran was right about her being more debauched than he himself was. His hand moved slowly up and down her spine, both reassuring weight and tinder to stoke the fire in her blood. He leaned into her, catching her ear with his lips and whispering words that pooled into her belly, turned the flames into molten heat.
"It is as you desire, my warden." Zevran purred. "But I would not mind, even if I only got to watch."
Maker's breath. Wynne was going to be horrified. But still…
What would it be like to kiss a woman? Particularly one as… womanly as this pirate queen?
Chantal could die tomorrow. For research purposes, she should know the answer to that question before facing anymore darkspawn. Besides… the thought of Zevran watching…
Zevran liked to watch her. That's how this whole thing had started, with him constantly watching her. Intimate experience with her body hadn't dimmed his voyeuristic tendencies. His eyes were still on her like a hook the minute she started to remove any of her clothing. He surprised her once or twice while she bathed (after she'd lingered long enough for Leliana, Wynne, and Morrgian to clear out. On purpose, of course) and took her roughly on the banks of both a stream and a lake while she was still covered in soap.
Sometimes, he begged her to touch herself at night. He'd lounge, usually naked himself, and watch her bring her nipples to attention, sink her fingers into her tight channel, circle her little knot of nerves and whimper his name until he couldn't bear to simply watch anymore, until the spark in his eye grew into an inferno. She always felt like a goddess when he capitulated, as irresistible as he claimed she was, but…
Isabela oozed raw sensuality in a way that Chantal longed to capture and bottle, like one of Morrigan's more dangerous potions. Maybe, just maybe, some would rub off on her if she went through with this.
She swung her legs out away from the bench and stood up quickly. Zevran didn't quite mask the brief flicker of disappointment but Chantal took a deep breath and met Isabela's eyes with a steely challenge despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "Do you have a room here? Or… are we going to your ship?" They certainly couldn't take this back to the inn with the rest of their companions. Alistair would never be able to meet her eyes again.
Zevran beamed in wicked anticipation and a hint of knowing satisfaction. He thought she'd say yes, like she said yes to nearly everything he introduced her to. If she didn't like it, which admittedly didn't happen often but did happen on occasion, she'd just say so and they'd stop and do something else.
At least she hoped that worked the same when you brought someone else along for the ride.
"Oh, Zevran, she's darling." Isabela cooed. "How did you find her?"
"Attempted murder, I'm afraid." Zevran admitted carelessly.
More firsts. Chantal found herself on a pirate shift and had to fight the urge to call everything off just to take a chance and explore. She'd read stories of pirates as a child, up alone in her gilded tower. So far, there was a disappointing lack of both parrots and eye patches, but they could be below decks.
Intellectually, she realized she was using her curiosity to distract from the rolling nerves in her belly, the ones that seemed to be fanning the unbearable heat in her loins rather than quenching it. "Have you ever made someone walk the plank?" She blurted to Isabela's back as she swaggered towards a cabin door.
"Of course, sweet little thing." Isabela purred while she threw it open. "That's the pirate captain initiation. You don't get the fancy hat until you've made someone walk the plank for the first time. You get an extra feather if you do it in shark infested waters."
She was fairly certain Isabela was teasing her, particularly judging by Zevran's throaty chuckle behind her. Isabela reached for a lamp, lighting it carelessly as Zevran shut the door behind them. The click sounded deafening, even above Chantal's pounding heartbeat.
But then Zevran's arms twisted around her waist, pulled her flush against his chest. His hands, his clever and wicked hands, rested just above her trousers and Chantal fought the urge to arch into him and send them lower. Isabela sat down heavily on her low bed, arching one sensuous eyebrow at them.
Time for a confession. "I've never done this. Anything like this. Just…"
"Oh!" Isabela grinned, reaching out one elegant hand. "Am I your first woman? What a treat!"
Chantal didn't feel like she needed to explain, additionally, that Isabela was also about to be her first threesome and only her second sexual partner ever. Zevran's breath blew warm across her ear, a sharp distraction that calmed her nerves.
This was a woman, she reminded herself sharply. Just a woman, not an ogre or a broodmother or any of the other horrible things she'd seen. "Come here, sugar." Isabela coaxed sweetly. "I'll show you exactly how to do it."
Chantal turned just a fraction, enough to gaze upwards into Zevran's face. Enough to see the dark lustful look turning his features predatory in the dim light. It gave her the confidence to step out of his loosening arms and take Isabela's offered hand.
"There we go." Isabela twined her fingers together with hers, tugging her forward. Unsure of herself, she allowed Isabela to tug her down until she found herself situated on the pirate's lap, straddling her. Nervously, she placed her hands on the other woman's shoulders, taking in their intimate position. Isabela's face was just at the height of Chantal's small breasts, but Isabela was grinning like a feline with a bowl of cream as she trailed her fingers up Chantal's side.
"Let's start with a kiss, sweet little warden." Isabela angled her chin up, tugging Chantal's torso so close that the woman's much larger breasts pressed eagerly against her ribs. Chantal leaned down, hesitating only a moment before lightly touching her lips to Isabela's.
Almost immediately, Isabela deepened her hesitant kiss, her tongue pressing her open until she yielded. The pirate queen tasted like ocean spray, like rope, sunlight and sweat. Chantal allowed her hands to move as Isabela's were, over the other woman's shoulders, the soft skin of her neck, the fine sweep of her delicate cheekbones, her thick dark hair. Isabela moved, changed the angle of the kiss, her hands traveling to cup Chantal's bottom, dragging her closer still.
When Isabela pulled away, she seemed as breathless as Chantal felt. Isabela's eyes flicked behind Chantal and she laughed, a deep throaty sound as old and reckless as the ocean itself. "Look what we've done to him already, Warden."
She followed Isabela's gaze, landed on Zevran. He'd moved, most likely to get a better angle of their kiss. His armor lay discarded, his shirt lay abandoned forlornly on the floor as well, leaving him bare chested and beautiful, tattoos swirling artfully over his bronzed skin.
There was no missing the bulge in his trousers, the covetous hunger in Isabela's eyes as she admired Zevran's form. She supposed she should feel… possessive. Jealous, even.
Instead, she felt a warm glow of pride. Yes, she thought smugly, this was the man she lured into her tent, the one she seduced, the one who spent his nights bringing her crashing to the edge of pleasure again, and again, and again.
The one who swore himself to her service like a knight from a fairy tale. And yes, that was silly and girlish and she'd never risk saying it out loud at the risk of sounding childish, but she couldn't help thinking it sometimes.
And it wasn't Isabela he was looking at, it was her. Maybe her theory about raw sensuality was right after all.
"I think…" Chantal started, bravely brushing Isabela's curls over the other woman's warm soft shoulder. "I'd like to kiss you, again. Just to make sure I like it."
Isabela laughed, tugging at one of Chantal's braids and capturing her lips like a pirate raiding a ship. Chantal caught Zevran's quiet moan in the background as Isabela pulled Chantal's shirt from her trousers and Chantal began to explore for catches in the pirate's armor. She found one, sent a shoulder guard clamoring to the ground loud enough to startle both of them. Chantal giggled, pressing her empty hand to her swollen lips, and Isabela's mouth quirked in a half-amused smile.
"Careful Warden, or you'll owe me new armor." Isabela warned. Before Chantal could say anything else, Isabela ripped her shirt up in one smooth motion, tugging it over Chantal's head and throwing it toward Zevran. Chantal, off balance and exposed, fought the urge to blush again. "Now tell me, sugar, how do you like these perfect little tits of yours to be touched?"
Chantal realized suddenly she was losing a battle with her flushed skin and skipping heartbeat. Before she could answer, before she could make her tongue do anything worthwhile at all, Isabela's deft fingers were pulling the scrap of cloth covering her breasts free, baring them to the cool air of the cabin and her humming, questing mouth.
Her entire body bucked when Isabela lowered her lips to one of the ripe, pink buds. She couldn't help it. Isabela's other hand caressed up over the neglected globe, the pad of her thumb teasing in circles around the hard point, even as her tongue tasted the other.
This, Chantal thought, must be how desire demons formed. In rooms like this, with unwary mages who fell prey to the pleasures of the flesh. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to care. Not even when Isabela's teeth nipped playfully against the sensitive bud and she cried out in abandon.
"Ah, I see." Isabela pulled back, grinning. "Has Zevran ever made you orgasm with just his mouth on these beauties? I bet I could."
She wasn't sure if that was a promise or a threat. She made a pleading noise of want when Isabela pinched one of her sensitive buds lightly. She felt keenly aware of Zevran's burning gaze, even if she wasn't looking at him, and Isabela's larger breasts still clad in most of her armor beneath her writhing form.
She wanted to touch her too. She let her long slim fingers trail down Isabela's shoulders, to the soft curves contained beneath the leather. "Can I?" She asked.
"I thought you'd never ask, sweet thing." Isabela purred. Within a second, Chantal felt her back hit the bed and Isabela rose up over her, shucking armor as quickly as she could. A knife fell from somewhere near the breasts Chantal was so keen to see, landing on the mattress beside them as Isabela pulled another from her boot and dumped it onto the floor. It was followed in quick succession by three other knives and Chantal couldn't help but laugh.
"It's like watching Zevran get undressed." She smiled warmly, up at the nearly naked goddess above her.
"Oh?" Isabela waggled her eyebrows. "No staffs I should be careful of hidden on you then?"
In one slow, sensuous movement, Chantal rolled and bent her knees, long enough to pull the blade hidden in her boot free and let it fall to the floor with a clatter. Isabela's grin took on a hard edge of fierce desire. "My, my." She tutted, freeing her enormous breasts, crowned with proud dusky nipples. "A surprise from our little mage."
"She's full of surprises." Zevran's voice, low with want, was edged with something almost tender. Something that didn't extinguish the pleasure in her belly, but deepened it into something… more.
Without being fully aware of what she was doing, her hands trailed up Isabela's golden skin to the pert globes on her chest. It was odd to touch someone else's breasts, but the same light teasing touch she preferred sent Isabela into an earthy moan. It was Chantal's turn to sit up, the pirate queen straddling her now, nude but for the smallest small clothes Chantal ever saw. The long line of Isabela's back was presented to Zevran, dotted with the same small white scars she often found on his skin. The familiarity was comforting, even as the sounds Isabela made jangled her nerves like expensive fine whiskey. Chantal brought her lips to the woman's sloping shoulder, opening her eyes wide to watch Zevran.
His eyes slipped appreciatively across Isabela's bare skin, but focused on the pale hands caressing the woman's breasts more than anything else. Chantal felt a heady rush of power as Isabela cursed, tipping her head back, exposing the long line of her throat with the pulse thrumming under her smooth, silk skin.
Zevran would have moved his lips to her throat, so it was exactly what Chantal did, dipping her tongue into the hollow of the woman's clavicle, tasting the sweat flavoring her skin, biting back her own moan. She closed her eyes in reverence, and when she opened them again she met Zevran's dark ones staring holes into her gaze.
When they eventually got around to taking off her own breeches, they were going to find her soaked. She rubbed her thighs together tightly to ease some of the growing pressure as she nipped at Isabela's skin.
"Andraste's flaming knickers." Isabela swore, tugging roughly on Chantal's braids. Chantal giggled again against Isabela's skin, ducking her head lower, to one of the perfect breasts against her face. She paused, waited even as Isabela arched into her in need.
Waited until Zevran's arms wrapped around the pirate queen from behind, one of his tanned hands cupping her breasts as he knelt behind her, staring down at Chantal from over Isabela's shoulder.
"Little seductress." He murmured, forcing Isabela's back to arch even further until the hard nipple brushed against her lips. "I should have known you'd excel at this game as well."
"Tired of watching, Zev?" Isabela chuckled breathlessly. The chuckle became an eager moan as Chantal opened her mouth, laved one nipple with her tongue while she carefully pinched the other.
"I want to watch you lick her juices, little warden." Zevran purred. "I want to fuck you while you use your tongue on her. I want you to bring her pleasure while I bring you yours."
Chantal couldn't help the spark of electricity, both the one that jumped to life in her stomach and the one that escaped through her fingertips into Isabela's pebbled nipple. Isabela's whole body went taut, and then she shattered, jerking in Zevran's grip, her cry loud enough to bring her whole crew running if they were so inclined.
Chantal was instantly apologetic, pulling her fingers back with a wince. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just…when I'm excited..."
Isabela's head dropped back on Zevran's shoulder and he was laughing, his shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth as Isabela panted. "And I thought you were to make her come with attention to her breasts alone, yes? But, she is a masterpiece. I should not be surprised she raised your bet."
Had she…? Maker's breath, she couldn't have. Chantal felt like her whole face was about to burst into flame.
"Sweet maker, do you know, there was another mage who could do that too." Isabela moaned, panting and twitching still as Zevran rubbed a soothing hand up her stomach. "An apostate. Andraste's flaming panties."
"I didn't mean to." She said contritely, biting her bottom lip in concern. She flicked unsure eyes to Zevran.
"Oh, well you better 'not mean to' again, Warden." Isabela threatened without real menace. "I've got some other places that trick would be well spent, and you're going to find them."