Chapter 14: Viscount for a Night

Kit hadn't expected anything worse than boredom when they had agreed to meet 'Sister Nightingale' in the Keep at night and talk to her on Grand Cleric Elthina's behalf. How difficult could it be to persuade the Divine's agent that no intervention in Kirkwall's affairs would be necessary? Sebastian could do the talking while he and Isabela took care of the locks and provided backup. But nothing turned out as planned. First there was an attack by some misguided mages, a vicious, bloody battle that left them bruised and battered. Then came the surprise of discovering that the Sister was none other than the famous Leliana, former companion of the Hero of Ferelden.

And in the end there were her chilling words as she left. "The whole world is watching Kirkwall. It can't be allowed to fall to magic. Tell Elthina to leave. She will not be safe here."

Sebastian sighed. "'The worst threat to Thedas since the Qunari invaded'. What if the Divine orders an Exalted March on Kirkwall?" He looked worried. "You know, Hawke, if anyone can help the city now, it's you. You should be Viscount."

Kit laughed out loud. He couldn't help himself. "Me? You can't be serious?" He heard Isabela's amused chuckle behind him.

But Sebastian looked at him with earnest, pleading eyes. "Of course I am serious. Think about it, Hawke. Everyone is looking up to you. You are the Champion, their hero."

Kit gave the prince a flat, hard look. "Sebastian, I would rather fuck an angry ogre than take the job. Dumar worked his ass off to save this cesspit of a city and nobody ever thanked him for it. I have better things to do, trust me."

Sebastian looked at Kit, his eyes wide with incredulity. "You don't mean that, Hawke! I..." He shook his head and turned away. "I better get going. Elthina will want to know about this as soon as possible. You two can show yourselves out, I trust."

When the huge double doors closed behind the archer, Kit sighed a deep sigh of relief and turned to Isabela. "That pompous idiot! Me as Viscount! If he knew me at all..."

She laughed. "Yeah, I can't imagine it either. Dumar's crown wouldn't suit you at all. You've got far too much hair. Besides, I don't think you could keep a straight face when everyone's bowing to you."

Kit grinned, his usual good mood returning. "I don't know. I might surprise you." He sauntered over to the giant, empty throne and dropped down on the velvet cushions, one leg flung insolently over the armrest. "The chair is quit comfy. Maybe I should reconsider. Just think of all the things I could do... like ordering the Templars to dance naked in the square... Or granting the Blooming Rose a tax exemption for services rendered to the Crown... Not to mention how delightful it would be if all the ladies of Kirkwall suddenly considered it the height of fashion to dress like the Viscount's consort." He eyed her flimsy attire appreciatively.

Isabela smiled and walked over to him. "'The Viscount's consort'. I rather like the sound of this. On the other hand, if you wanted to keep the job, you would probably have to order Anders' execution. And have Varric arrested. And me too."

"Now there's a thought!" Kit smiled and pulled her into his lap, playing with her hair. "And what would I do with you once you were in chains...?"

The pirate laughed. "I am sure you can think of a few things." Growing serious, she leant back against him and let her gaze wander through the cavernous room. "Remember the last time we were here, Kit? How does it feel to return to the site of your triumph, O Saviour of Kirkwall?"

He frowned. "I didn't do it to save Kirkwall." His arms tightened around her for a second.

"I know." Isabela turned around to face him. "You know, Fenris thinks I never thanked you properly for saving me from the Qunari." A mischievous smile played around her lips. "Maybe now's the time to do it."

Kit cocked his head. "And what did you have in mind?"

Smiling wickedly, she slid down and knelt between his legs. His eyes widened for a moment as he realized what she was about to do and she grinned at his reaction. Without further ado, her nimble fingers pushed aside the flaps of his armour and began to work on the laces of his leather pants. Looking up she saw him watching her intently, his eyes darkening. She felt him harden under her touch, and she licked her full lips in anticipation.

"Wait!" His voice was rough. His hands moved to her head and pulled off the blue kerchief holding her long hair back. A hoarse groan escaped his lips as he buried his fingers in her black silky tresses before spreading them over his thighs.

Isabela smiled and pushed the leather away, freeing his erection from the increasingly confining material. She took a moment to just enjoy the sight of him before she moved in and kissed him. Kit was still looking at her with that intense focus in his eyes, and now he took hold of himself and stroked the velvety crown over her cheek. She moaned with pleasure. So soft! Pulling back a little she let her tongue glide up in a single smooth stroke from the base of his shaft up to the tip. Kit groaned and his head sank back against the purple cushion.

"Maker, Isabela, you're killing me!" His hands were gripping the armrests of the throne hard.

She laughed and took him in, just a tiny bit to start with, and twirled her tongue around him, tasting his salty arousal, her lips closing around his hardness. She knew he loved this, and she was good at it. This time, she intended to make it better than ever. Kit was shuddering all over now as she was slowly sliding deeper. She couldn't take all of him in, she knew from experience, but he seemed more than content with her efforts.

Isabela fell into an easy rhythm, alternating between sucking and licking, then teasing, then taking him in deep, until his body was arching up on the chair, so taut that she knew he was almost there. Her hands moved in, and her fingers unerringly touched him right behind his balls.

Kit's cry of pleasure was muffled, and she saw him biting down hard on one of his leather gloves. Now! She tipped back her head and sucked hard and deep and then he was coming, spurting his seed inside her mouth, his hands grabbing her head. She smiled in triumph when she heard his ragged gasps and continued to suck carefully until he pulled her head back and dragged her up into a long, fiery kiss.

"If that was part of the Viscount package, I believe I would reconsider," he growled, biting down on her lower lip.

Isabela giggled and moved up to his lap, curling up against him. "I don't think Seneschal Bran would approve of your concept of government."

She could feel the soft rumble of his laugh deep in his chest. "Well, it's a good thing we don't need his approval then."

They both got up silently, and he adjusted his clothing before they slipped out into the night. When they were safely outside, Kit threw a look back over his shoulder at the forbidding outline of the Keep, dark against the night sky. Not for all the riches in Kirkwall, he thought with a shudder. Whatever lay in store for him, it was not to be ruler of this cursed city.

Many thanks to zevgirl for her patience and her sharp eye (and yes, I'm sure you know Bran far better than I do... ;-)