Sooooo, I know some of you have waited eagerly for this chapter. Well here it is. Finally. Dirthamen and Anuira. Maaaaaybe not the kind of confession some of you where thinking it'd be. BUT I hope you will like this chapter all the same.
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Sexual content. Those not wanting to read such should turn and run right about now ^_^
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Enjoy!
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Credits for any tevene goes to katiebour at deviantart and the dragonage wikia.
Credits for any elvish goes to FenXshiral and whom ever is responsible for the LingoJam elven DAI translator. I'm sorry if I abuse the language. Bare with me, I'm trying
Chapter 48
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"Dirthamen?" The familiar voice had the blond elf spring to his feet in a heartbeat. His eyes instantly searching out the familiar pools of aquamarine imbedded in that beautifully sculpted face, framed by raven black hair. She was walking up to him with tentative steps and caution in her eyes. He didn't know why so by sheer reflex he took her hands to calm her the moment she was close enough. He suppressed a shiver as he felt the hairs on his arms stand on edge. He had waited so long for this moment but now all he could do was stare.
"Ea son?" (Are you ok?) Tiny fingers connected to his cheek and his mind blanked. He sighed in contentment, releasing the breath he scarcely knew he was even holding and got lost in the touch of those nimble fingertips ghosting a trail along his cheekbone and jaw. That feathery touch caused sparks of heat to shoot along his spine, again and again until he felt like he was on the verge of losing his mind.
"Lethal'lin, thu ea?" (Friend, how are you?) The sound of the concern in that lovely voice he knew so well had him confused. It didn't at all fit in his haze of happiness and his mind struggled to catch up. As he opened his eyes and searched those sea green emeralds in front of him he once again found worry. It didn't add up. Blinking a few times it slowly dawned on him that Anuira was probably expecting an answer to her question.
The pad of her thumb feathered along his cheekbone once more and he struggled to keep his head in the game. He didn't dare do what he so heatedly wanted but he chanced to mimic her touch. The moment his fingertips tentatively touched the fair skin of her cheek he heard Anuira take in a sharp breath. He could see the worry in her eyes morph into wariness, he could almost smell her fear and he understood, but the energy crackling around them was unmistakable.
Anuira felt like a halla, trapped between a precipice and a pack of wolfs. His skin was like silk underneath her fingertips and she relished in the fact that he let her explore his beautiful face. But his reactions puzzled her and frightened her all at once. They were both broken and battered by an unkind life and she feared that destiny would destroy them both if they dared venture across the point of no return. Stolen glances, wishes and dreams was one thing, but to actually admit the attraction? To let her heart once again row the boat? Was she ready? Was he?
The moment Dirthamen's fingertips landed on her cheek she sucked in a deep breath before completely forgetting how to breathe all together. Two forces warred violently for control and the reason she had gone to see him despite not being allowed to, was forgotten. Her heart was crying out for his while her mind was running the other way. The two forces left her stunned. Her hand fell slowly from the tanned cheek of Dirthamen only to nestle itself at his chest. She felt his heartbeat even through the clothes. Or maybe it was more that she could sense it. Her gaze wandered back to meet his, those forest green eyes that had haunted her dreams for months. They held an unspoken question, a hesitation. As did his touch. Like he was waiting for something. Was he waiting for her?
Anuira steeled herself against her past as she smiled warmly at the ancient elf. She raised her other hand to put a stray lock of Dirthamens hair behind a well sculpted tanned ear and let her fingers trail his jawline before coming to rest at his shoulder. Her heart soared and skipped a few beats when she felt the man shudder through a sigh as he stepped fully into her personal space.
She felt the thumb of his hand trail her cheekbone and the touch made her shiver. As his other hand tentatively found purchase right above her hip, it made her lean instinctively towards him and the hand at his chest started traveling upwards again. She felt his breath caress her face as his lips ghosted hers and her hands nestled themselves into his long, blond hair as she pulled him in for more.
The need that bubbled up from the depth of Anuira's soul was matched equally by Dirthamen's. The tentative, searching sweetness of their kiss was quickly being replaced by raw want and need as the kiss deepened. And as their tongues met in a delicate dance of building passion, no words seemed needed. In fact words seemed forgotten. Replaced by pure instinct and intuition. But Dirthamen felt it. Every ounce of need, want and love Anuira had for him. It was pouring into him, threatening to overwhelm him as he couldn't turn it off. It was like Anuira herself was the very catalyst for his powers and was now drowning him in what he had always starved for.
He didn't have to wonder anymore, he didn't have to think, calculate or hide. He only had to act.
He trailed his hand from Anuiras cheek down her jaw and neckline, felt her shudder and felt the fires of passion raging even hotter between them. He relished in the small whining sigh that escaped Anuira's lips as he abandoned them to spread soft kisses along her jaw, following the path down towards her ear. His hand at her neck wandered around to her shoulderblades and the one at her hip found purchase on that perfect rounded behind. And as his lips reached Anuiras ear he put one last kiss right below it before rushing back to claim her lips once more.
Every kiss felt like fire and lightning to her. She felt starved of attension and greedily soak up everything Dirthamen offered. As his hands relocated she had remained idle, focused on his lips only, but when his kisses left her skin and he reclaimed her yearning lips, her control broke. She didn't want to tread carefully, she didn't want to wait and her feelings started muddling together. It was like she was soaking up what Dirthamen was feeling. His need was becoming her own and his love, she could feel it. It was more than just intuition and she gasped as the floodgates opened that separated their minds. She felt what he did, sensed what he did and she was humbled at the feelings he had hidden in his heart. She didn't have to ask, didn't have to fear or worry anymore.
The dark green hooded mantel adorning Dirthamens shoulders fell away, unhooked and discarded by Anuiras nimble fingers as she felt him working on all the buttons of her white silken shirt.
She didn't wear her usual armor, nor her usual ceremonial dragon scale armor. Since she became ill she wore more comfortable clothes like a silken shirt and light brown leather leggings - she usually skipped the shoes. And unlike his father, Dirthamen didn't wear the armor that seemed so usual amongst all the ancient elves Anuira had ever met. Instead he wore only a simple pale grey tunic, held together with a reddish leather sash and dark brown leather pants that left his feet bare.
Dirthamen broke their kiss as Anuira's unbuttoned silken tunic fell to the ground and he relished in the hurried breaths and small gasps that erupted from the tiny woman as he tasted his way down to her clavicle. He sighed with satisfaction and broke apart from the warm skin of his love as his own shirt was stripped from him. He felt her kisses trail a blazing path down his throat and gave a surprised moan when a kiss turn into a nibble at the crook of his neck. Anuira's nimble hands was everywhere at once, exploring every inch of sinewy muscle on his upper body before making him gasp out loud as one came to a rest over his straining length after undoing his trousers.
Anuira heard the surprised gasp as she caressed the elfs hard length and smirked. She felt his body go rigid as she stroked him and moments later she found herself spun and pressed up against the huge oak tree of the clearing. His lips was claiming hers with a furious need as Dirthamens slight long fingers wrapped around her breasts. She shuddered and moaned into the demanding kiss as his thumbs brushed over her hard nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, making her writhe as he kissed and nipped his way down her neck and chest.
Her skin tasted salty with a hint of herbs and her sounds of passion was music to his ears. The cry she made when he sucked in her nipple and let his tongue play, sent shivers along his spine and he couldn't get enough. He kissed his way over to her other breast. Suckled the nipple, teasing it with his tongue and teeth as he let his free hand trail down that pale taught stomach to undo the only thing separating them.
She was holding onto the oak tree for dear life as Dirthamen nipped and licked his way down her stomach, stopping at every scar he found to lavish it with kisses. She could feel his love, his wishes to soothe and it only served to spark her need further. As soon as her leggings where unclasped she wriggled happily out of them and yelped when two long digits buried themselves deep into her welcoming core without warning as Dirthamen explored his way back up her body.
His fingers didn't thrust much, they didn't need to. He rubbed them slightly in and out just enough to cause friction to that electrifying spot inside while his thumb massaged the apex of her thighs. She was writhing under his ministration as he nipped the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen. He felt her passion, the pressure that built rapidly in her and groaned as it egged his own need further.
Wherever Dirthamen's lips touched her skin, a fire erupted. His fingers buried deep inside her was a constant source of passionate lightning that had her gasping for air. And his need mingling with her own had her coming undone. She felt the fire spreading from her abdomen, across her ribs and up her breast. There it engulfed her and she cried out from the intense pleasure. The fire moved on to ravage her other breast and she almost imploded with her cry. The lightning was overwhelming, made her weak and her knees buckled but she didn't fall. The fire kept spreading until it claimed her lips, swallowing her whining moans and blissful cries.
Dirthamen felt her knees buckle and withdrew his hand to catch her while he continued to kiss his way to her lips. He was losing his mind. His length straining painfully, begging for release as much as the pale woman before him. He lifted one slim leg to his waist and felt Anuira follow eagerly. Two slim but impossibly strong arms wound themselves around his neck for purchase while he locked her other leg over one arm. Anuira claimed his lips in a bruising kiss as he braced himself on the oak with his free hand and pushed into the welcoming warmth of his love.
The moment he pushed inside Anuira thought she was going to be thrown over the edge. Their kiss broke as her head threw back to lean against the oak she was pressed against and an almost sobbing cry clawed its way out of her throat. She was balancing on the edge of her high and had Dirthamen not paused she would have tumbled over it into blissful euphoria.
His thrusts came slowly but determined, hard enough to make her back chafe against the bark of the tree but she hardly noticed. Every thrust brought him closer to bliss, she could feel it just as she felt her own impending high lingering just out of reach. But she fought her own selfishness to grab her euphoria as fast as possible and instead kissed the man she now fully realized she loved. He responded with eagerness, deepening the kiss in an instant while they got lost in the quickening rhythm of their passion.
The kiss broke when Dirthamen drove into her hard enough to making her gasp out a cry of electrifying pleasure. The pace was getting harsher and had started stuttering as she felt every muscle in Dirthamen's body start to coil. The thrust was now hard enough to make her bounce and wail with every one and the wildfire burning in the pit of her stomach was breaking loose further and further with every thrust. Fueled by not only her own need but that of her lovers. She was straining, angling herself and felt like she was going crazy as the burning intensified.
Two strong arms went around her fully and soon she felt the soft grass of the ground greet her knees. Dirthamen had switched them around and she was now on top of him, in his lap, on the ground. With his help she moving up and down his length in hard strokes. The burning fire was almost everywhere now, making her constrict and spams around Dirthamen as he invaded her core. She was so close to her edge even the smallest shove would send her tumbling.
Dirthamen could feel her need and knew that when she tumbled, he wouldn't be able to hold back his own high. He pulled her down hard onto his thrusting length again and again. Nipping and kissing her nipples and neckline until he felt her entire body constrict around him. Her cries were almost constant wails and her nails were digging into the skin of his back. But all he could think of was her. And as he buried himself inside her burning core, he felt her clench mercilessly around his emptying length. Her entire body was quaking in his arms and the wail that ripped itself out of her exposed throat warmed his hazy mind to the core.
"Vhenan"
