The Last Dance

Sareyna was convinced that her heart was no longer beating. It must be in a thousand pieces in her chest. First she had found out that either her or Alistair was probably going to die when they slayed the Archdemon. And then she found out that Morrigan left without saying so much as a word.

She was grateful that Morrigan had not attempted to solicit Alistair to impregnate her. She cared for Morrigan and she thought that Morrigan reciprocated. She wasn't sure if Morrigan leaving was out of deference to them or if she had simply decided not to do the ritual and just left.

It was too much; she would worry about Morrigan once everything was over. If she was still alive that was. Alistair had been relieved Morrigan had left. With his tireless optimism he had tried to convince her that Morrigan left because she cared for Sareyna, he even seemed to feel a little respect for her.

They spent the night together in her room. At first they just held each other for hours, willing themselves to fall asleep so that they could get past this tortuous night. But sleep refused to claim them; the Fade would not ease their suffering.

Sareyna had a desperate urge to touch every inch of Alistair. To memorize every line of his body, the contours of his face, it might be the last night they were ever together. She let her hands roam over him, needy and scared. Alistair pulled her closer to him. He touched his forehead to hers and sighed softly.

Sareyna untied and peeled off his small clothes. Alistair laid back passively, letting her take this where she would. His throat was tight and he could feel her fear and pain in her tentative touches. She straddled his thighs and laid down on him. Her thighs hugging his and her breasts pressed against his chest. She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck.

Alistair wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, enjoying the feel of her skin against his. He rubbed his hand up and down her back in soothing strokes. Sareyna raised her head and pressed a soft, tentative kiss to his lips. She kissed him again, pressing her lips softly against his.

Alistair parted his lips under hers and she slid the tip of her tongue along his top lip and then sucked lightly on his bottom lip. Alistair sighed underneath her. She cupped his face with her hand and deepened the kiss. She touched her tongue lightly across the edge of his top teeth, and then along his tongue. She coaxed his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it gently.

She broke the kiss with a sound between a moan and a sob. Alistair didn't know what to say to her and just trailed his fingertips down her cheek. The pain of loss already burned in his chest like fire. He had found a family of sorts, and found love, real love and now he was probably going to lose it all.

Sareyna leaned her head into his touch until his palm was caressing her face. He used his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He watched her. Waiting to see what she wanted, needed. He would give her everything he could. Alistair kissed her cheek gently and she captured his mouth in another sweet kiss as he was pulling away. This time she started roaming her hands over his shoulders and down his arms.

She squeezed his biceps and pressed her chest against him, he could feel her hardened nipples pressing through his smattering of chest hair. She pulled away and he had to stop himself from grabbing her and pulling her back.

She traced her fingers over his chest, tracing every scar, touching the ridges of his muscles. She swirled her thumb around his nipples, a small smile touched her lips when he moaned. She took his nipple between her forefinger and thumb, pinching it lightly. Alistair made a low groaning noise in the back of his throat.

She teased his other nipple; Alistair still squirming under her ministrations before she ran the tip of her tongue around his nipple and then flicked over it. She trailed whorls across his chest to his other nipple. Alistair twitched under her, unbearably hard at this point, pressing against the fabric of her small clothes.

Sareyna continued her slow exploration of Alistair with her tongue. She trailed her tongue along the same lines and ridges her fingers had trailed over earlier. She continued down his abdomen, lavishing attention on the hard planes.

Alistair could smell her arousal and shuddered. That he could lay still, her doing all the work and she was still that aroused made him feel incredibly sexy and powerful in a whole new way. Besides telling him that she loved him she had always complimented him on his body and told him how handsome he was, but he didn't realize that he did this to her. It was a heady feeling.

Alistair gasped and almost sat up as she trailed her tongue down the line of muscle from his hip to his groin. She continued her exploration across his inner thigh. Alistair reached down to touch her and she jerked away from him. "Just let me love you. You take such good care of me, and always think of me first. Let me love you in my way." Her voice was desperate and pleading, thick with emotion. It said everything she didn't; she knew he would never let her sacrifice herself.

Alistair sighed resignedly and laid back down, he was not arguing with her, not tonight. He squirmed when she moved to his other thigh and slowly moved upwards again. She slid her tongue down between his legs, beneath his erection. She sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, running her tongue over it as she sucked gently. Alistair's back arched up off the bed.

"Sweet Maker 'Reyna." His skin felt electrified. And though the room was cool and drafty he was certainly warm.

Alistair thought he might go mad from the feeling of her tongue on him. She released the first and gave the same treatment to the second, licking and sucking, sending pulses of pleasure through his body. She leaned forward again and brought both into her mouth, licking the underside and rolling them a little. She was gentle but eager; she sucked him deep into her mouth, until her nose pressed slightly to the right of the base of his erection.

Alistair could feel his racing mind shutting down. He moved for a moment pulling another pillow behind his head so he could get a better vantage point. Seeing her between his legs, eyes closed sucking on his testicles and licking the skin holding them was very arousing, but seemed oddly intimate at the same time.

He wanted to be inside her, feeling her slick heat gripping him as he brought her, screaming his name, to orgasm, but he didn't seem to have the presence of mind to stop her from what she was currently doing to him. He felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him. She's mine he thought watching her, imagining all the ways he was going to take her before dawn.

Sareyna released him from her mouth licking around the soft skin of his scrotum and then swiping the tip of her tongue up the length of his erection. He twitched and his arm raised from the bed a little. He forced himself to put it back down, no matter how badly he wanted to feel her lips wrapped around him, to feel the tip of his erection slide into her throat. Alistair closed his eyes for a moment reining himself back in.

Alistair's eyes opened searching the room when her weight quickly left his body and then the bed. She waited until his eyes found her and then she untied and removed her own small clothes. She stood in the center of the room gloriously naked, the soft light of the fire kissing her skin. "Surely she can't be a mere human. She must be a nymph or a goddess." He thought, his eyes roaming over every inch of her.

She turned suddenly, moving to the corner of the room where she had laid her pack. He watched appreciatively as she bent over, rummaging through it. It gave him a great view of her backside. She stood, apparently finding what it was she was looking for and walked back towards the bed.

She had a small metal flask in her hands. She straddled his thighs again. Alistair looked at her dubiously as she unscrewed the cap of the flask. She tilted the flask pouring a small amount onto his chest. It was thick and viscous. At first it was a little cold but then started warming and continued warming.

Sareyna started rubbing the oil into his chest and abdomen. Alistair could feel his muscles warming and relaxing under her touch. Once she finished his chest and abdomen she worked down to his thighs. The large ropey muscles there were taut with fatigue and stress from months and months on the road.

She rubbed the oil into his knee joints and down his shins. She paid particular attention to his feet and Alistair moaned for a totally different reason than he had previously. She moved back up and straddled his thighs again. She took more oil and rubbed it into his neck and shoulders.

Before she moved down his arms she leaned forward and bit one of his biceps. Alistair let out a surprised yelp followed by a growl as he reached to wrap his arm around her. She giggled a little and squirmed out of his grip with ease, his oily chest aiding her escape.

Alistair huffed at her in mock annoyance and let her continue. She worked down his arm working on his biceps and forearms. She spent a long time working on his biceps biting her lip and moaning appreciatively in her throat. Alistair grinned, enjoying her obvious appreciation. Then she carefully massaged each of his hands. She concentrated on the mound of flesh at the base of his thumb where tension had a tendency to accumulate. Then she carefully massaged each of his fingers and the webbing in between.

Once she was done with this she gently pulled on his arm urging him to roll over, he did so carefully, mindful of his straining erection. Once he was face down she massaged the oil into his shoulders. Working out knots of tension he hadn't known were there. She worked down his arms massaging his aching muscles. She massaged the skin of his back, stopping periodically to trace a fingertip over the ridges of muscle on his back.

Alistair was moaning in pleasure at being massaged so thoroughly. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this kind of relaxation. She even worked the muscles on the back of his thighs and calves. As his muscles were relaxing his legs occasionally twitched with relief. Sareyna grasped his foot and mindful of his ticklishness started kneading his instep.

She spent several minutes on each foot. When she was done she ran her fingers lightly over his skin and Alistair sighed contentedly. Sareyna smiled and took her thumbs pressing one into each cheek of his buttocks. The tight muscles there looked delicious but he was still tense. She worked the tight muscles in deep circles. She realized shortly after she started that she was not helping him relax by massaging his backside.

She had him roll back over and immediately his hands started roaming over her skin. She didn't fight him when he pulled her close to kiss her this time. She let herself relax against his chest as he ran his hands down her back and gently cupped her ass in his large hands. He pressed his erection against her and she purred softly.

He rolled them over until he had her body pinned beneath his. Even though his body craved for him to possess her, to fill her and to bring them both to completion, Alistair slowly and methodically worked his hands over her flesh slowly. He traced his thumb across her high cheekbone and down her cheek to run it over her bottom lip, it was soft and a little chapped.

Sareyna watched him intently with heavy lids as he ran a finger down her jaw line. She tipped her head back exposing the tender flesh of her neck. Alistair skimmed his fingers over her throat. He languidly caressed her body, sliding down her arms, trailing across her ribs. His calloused fingers skimmed her flesh, awakening her body.

She was flushed and watching him though half-lidded eyes. His careful caresses became more and more ardent as his desire built. Sareyna was trembling under his touch and he kept himself under tight control. He would make this tender and sweet for her. He would not let his desire for her overrule his body, rushing him.

He kissed her on the delicate spot behind her ear and then trailed the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear. Sareyna's hands were on his biceps and she pulled on him gently. He kissed her again, gently and she sighed softly.

He moved further down and lavished attention on her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples until they were red and hardened. He ran his tongue around her nipples and skimmed a hand down to her waist. He pulled her closer to him wanting to feel as much of her skin as he could. His hand slid lower caressing the tops of her thighs. They parted slightly at his touch.

His fingers traced lazy circles on the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. He brushed feather light kisses across her breasts, and the delicate skin of her throat and collarbones. She moaned beneath him when he brushed his fingers gently over her sex.

Sliding a finger gently between her lips he found her wet and ready for him. He brought his erection to brush against her and she strained towards it. He bent to kiss her again as he slowly entered her. He pulled back from the kiss once he was sheathed inside of her.

He saw tears sliding down her face and felt her hands clutching at him. He kissed her eyelids and slowly started to slide in and out of her. He kept his pace slow, watching Sareyna and trying not to let his pain overwhelm him. He would blot out all other feelings with his love for her.

The time passed slowly as they made love, clinging to each other. The press of their bodies a brief respite from what was to come. They moved sinuously together, slowly, to draw out their pleasure. There were hours left to the night in which they could claim each other with desperate need. They knew their love was a blessing and their only need now was to revel in it.