Chapter Eight

Noble Game – NSFW

I groaned as I woke. Turning my head, I noticed I was in bed with… Alistair?

"It's not what you think!" he said as soon as he saw me awake.

"Oh, really; here I was hoping you enjoyed our cuddles so much you couldn't sleep without me; what a shame," I smirked as I found my bag and sat up. I began eating a strawberry cereal bar.

"It's… really not what you think. Before everyone else headed to the tower, they kind of forced me into bed with you; Aedan tried to fight it, but Lelianna won against him. It's only you, me, Zevran, and Fen here. They told me the same thing you said before we reached Redcliff. 'Contact with other living people helps heal' then they all but locked me in here," he was bright red and pouting.

I chuckled as I tossed the paper wrapping into my bag and said, "Well, I do feel much better. I really appreciate your help."

He was sitting up too, and I hadn't made any promises not to tease him this time. I leaned in close. "What are you – cough – what are you doing?" he asked.

I didn't answer; I simply brushed my lips against his. He groaned.

"Why do you like to tease me? Why not, I don't know… Zevran or Lelianna?" he asked.

I laughed. "I do tease them, love. But Aedan is falling for Lelianna so I plan to back off from her; and as for Zev… Well, I don't plan to seduce him," I winked.

He groaned. "You are so mean to me."

"Alistair, I told you before, if it really makes you uncomfortable, or you don't like it, just say so. I will stop if that's the case… I don't want to ruin any friendship we have by making you hate me," I shrugged. I pulled out some water from my bag and started drinking.

"That's not… I mean I don't… Makers Breath," he muttered. I was stunned when, after I put my water skin back, I felt his hand on my face.

He faced me toward him and kissed me.

I had to admit, I didn't see that coming; but I kissed him back all the same. I felt like I was on fire with how amazing his kiss was. I moaned.

The kiss gained passion and before I knew what was happening, my back was once more on the bed and he was over me – panting as his forehead rested against mine.

His hand stayed on my cheek as the other held him up. "It's not that I don't like it; but you said that I have to be King. I just don't understand why you're doing this, when we can't be together after the Blight. If it were Aedan who was going to be King, I could see us giving this relationship a try; but you said he's falling for Lelianna…"

I nodded, "You would make the better ruler. Anora may act like she ruled on your brothers' behalf, but look at it this way; she needed a Regent before her husband's corpse was cold – and it isn't like she is fighting in the wars. She will betray our party more than once unless we promise to support her bid for the throne, or turn ourselves in when trying to rescue her. She is her fathers' daughter in every sense of the word. Even if Aedan married her, he'd still love Lelianna. She'd be made his consort or mistress or whatever you call it. But after everything that's happened, after all I have told you… can you honestly say that you'd force Aedan into the throne?"

Alistair sighed and shook his head. "No, but that still doesn't explain why you pursue me when you know that we wouldn't have a future together."

"Honestly, I don't even know. In my world, not all relationships end in marriage. I guess… I'm still thinking in terms of my home world, not Thedas. I really like you, and… I suppose I don't really think of the future; ironic, I know, me being a seer and all. But I just don't know – I've been pining after you since you started avoiding me after the first kiss. I know I'm not ideal looking and…"

He cleared his throat, "Is it really so easy to not think of the future in your world?"

I shrugged, "Well, yeah. There are Soldiers who fight the wars… most people just grow up, go to school, eventually get married but usually not till they're in their 30s… it's all really boring compared to here, and many people don't really think about marriage at all…"

He looked thoughtful. "So… then what do you expect from this?"

"I don't know. I usually just go with the flow of things. Sure, I know we could never get married; you need to be King, I'm apparently an Elf and a Mage so it wouldn't work out for us in the long run, not to mention in about a year I'll be headed off to Kirkwall… I like cuddling with you, and I never did like sleeping alone anyway. But like I said, if you want me to stop I will." I was snuggled into his arms as we sat up.

Knock, knock.

"Come in!" I called out.

Zevran entered with Fen on his heels. "Ah good, you are awake. You had us all worried, Bellisima, when you collapsed into Alistairs' arms. He is handsome, but I did not take you for one to swoon so easily, no?"

He had caught me? I laughed, "Forgive me. I had forgotten to eat since before our battle with the undead last night. I simply was out of energy. I've already remedied the situation."

"And it seems you are trying to seduce the handsome Templar, again!" he chuckled when Alistair turned red.

"Yes, but it seems my efforts may be in vain. A future king has higher standards indeed," I winked discreetly at Zev.

"Higher…!" Alistair seemed to get flustered at my insinuation. He leaned in and kissed me again. I gasped at the forceful kiss. When he pulled back, I could feel the flush on my cheeks.

I was breathing hard and he said, "What could possibly be a higher standard than you?"

"I-I… wow… that was… I never expected such a… sexy kiss from you…" I panted.

That's when he realized he'd been played. He flushed, "You are mean, Ara."

Zev laughed and said, "The Bann and Arlessa have invited us to dine with them for dinner. I was sent up here to see if you were up to it… seems you are up for far more than dinner, no?"

I laughed and tossed a pillow at him, but Fen jumped with a 'woof!' and caught it.

"Let us get dressed and we'll be down for dinner. Honestly, Zev, I love you, but you aren't going to get to see me naked." Zev gave me a smirk and sauntered out of the room.

It seemed to take a minute before Alistair realized what I'd said.

"Um… I should… go. I mean – if you're going to change…" he was red again.

"Is that so? What a pity… I was so hoping to seduce you before dinner," I was trying not to laugh as I finally realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Isn't it a bit soon for that? We haven't known each other that long and… well, I… I've never…" he was blushing again as he refused to look at me.

I shrugged, "I won't push you. I may tease now that you've given me a bit of hope, but I would never want you to feel like you had to. If you decide you want to, I'm here; otherwise, we can just be friends… friends who snuggle, hopefully," I grinned.

He gave me a small smile, and that's when he noticed I was already dressed. I had chosen a black dress; it was ball gown style so it flared at the hips, and was a single shoulder with silver and black leather structured into the waist to make me look slimmer. I had chosen black and brown wedges and dangling shooting star earrings with my rings necklace. My hair was in the Elven crown style with a single lock in the front hanging in a corkscrew on the right side of my face. I had also done my make up with a cat's eye and smoky silver eye shadow with pink lipstick.

"Wow…" he said, "This is… beautiful, Ara."

"If you want, I can do your outfit to match?" I offered. He looked curious and nodded.

With a bit of magic, he was now wearing a black Tux with a silver shirt, red tie, and a White Rose on the lapel. I had to admit that it made me want to blush.

I summoned a Mirror and he looked himself over. "This is what Men in your world wear?"

"Only when they want to look nice; mostly for Dances, job interviews, or dates. And before you ask; Dates are when two people go out together for dinner or to the theater to get to know one another… it's like courting," I had also added a bit of fragrance to each of us. He smelled of Stetson, my favorite men's scent; I smelled like my Fairy Song perfume.

He sniffed his wrist – where I had added the fragrance on him. "That's an interesting scent – I can't place it.

I shook my head, "It was my dads' favorite… perfume, I guess – men call it Cologne though. It's called Stetson. Goddess, you look handsome in this…"

He flushed and held his arm out to me. I gave him a puzzled look, causing him to reach out and take my hand – placing my hand in the crook of his elbow. He gave me a cheesy grin, "This is how a gentleman escorts a lady somewhere. In this case, I am escorting you to dinner."

I smiled at him, "Is that so?"

"It is indeed – may I escort you to dinner, My Lady?"

"Thank you, my Prince," he groaned. By mutual agreement, we dropped the titles for now.

When we reached the dining room, we received a lot of looks, both from the staff and from Teagan and Isolde.

"What are you wearing, my dear?" Zev asked.

I giggled, "Oh, this old thing? It's just a dress style from my home lands. I loaned Alistair a matching suit since he expressed an interest in my culture." I gave a polite smile as Alistair handled my chair – like a gentleman. I gave Isolde and Teagan a mild Curtsey and continued, "My Lord, My Lady, it is an Honor to be welcomed into your home."

Everyone was watching me, stunned.

"I would ask if you had a Noble background… but I do not believe Elves are permitted to be Nobles anywhere…" Teagan said, he sounded so awkward.

"Well, where I'm from everyone is equal. There is no difference between races," I said. That wasn't a lie… there simply weren't any other races as there were here. Skin colors? Yes – races? No.

"So you are a Noble, then?" Isolde sneered. I could see the disbelief and disdain oh her face. I knew she didn't think an elf could be anything more than a servant, and hated having to treat me as a person.

I chuckled politely, "Even if I had been, I am no longer there. What is the point in claiming such when it is not considered a possibility here?"

Alistair spoke, "She was married to a Nobleman, Arlessa – a Ser Alex. He was a fierce Warrior from what we've gathered from the little things she tells us. Aedan met him once."

This was the power of rumors and little bits of misinformation at work. I wasn't able to outright say that I wasn't a noblewoman for some reason and with the bits I had fed them at the circle, here we are. I was like a mystical Fae – bending the truth to suit my needs.

Zevran – who had been completely filled in on me, said, "Indeed – they even had a son together. It is a tragedy that there was a house fire that also caused her to leave her homelands and come here."

"In that case, it's a pleasure to have you with us, My Lady – though knowing that, I must say that I wish it were under better circumstances," Teagan gave me a small smile.

As dinner progressed, I made sure my manners were above reproach – no elbows on the table, dainty bites of food, a sip of wine here and there. It wouldn't do to have Aedan come back and find that his 'sister' had been uncivil. This also seemed to put even Alistair in the mindset that I was raised a Lady.

"So, Ara, how did you end up here in Ferelden, traveling with the Wardens?" Isolde asked.

"I'm not quite sure. I was following them before I even realized it. I'm sure they thought I was crazy at first, but when I helped in their fighting off a group of bandits, they seemed to accept my presence," I smiled, hoping I seemed a bit space-brained or vapid.

Zev was laughing softly, and I had clutched Alistairs hand under the table, so he was watching my face when they tried to look at him to see if I was lying.

"And where did you learn such skills with a blade?" Teagan grinned as he looked between Alistair and me.

"Alistair taught me swordplay, though I can use other weapons just as well. My father insisted that every woman should know how to defend themselves, and so I was trained in hand-to-hand, archery, and daggers, as were both my sisters. I learned to throw my specialized weapons from a friend – Johnathon Aaron Steele the Third. Of course all this was before I learned I had Magic. In fact, my Magic manifested only in the last few months, so I keep forgetting I even have it," I forced a false blush as I fluttered my eyelashes.

"How interesting; do you feel you are more dangerous, not having the proper training?" Isolde jumped on the chance I had given her.

Teagan glared at her as Alistair hissed a breath. Isolde had just showed her colors.

I smiled. "I would say I'm actually less dangerous. My training in hand-to-hand as well as weapons training required me to focus my Willpower and patience. Due to this, I'm more alert to any tricks the demons attempt to play, if they can even get to me."

Zev was outright laughing at this point, and I delicately fed Fen from my plate. Isolde looked embarrassed as Teagan softly scolded her under his breath.

Dessert was served, some sort of cake.

It was bland, but I forced down as much as I could before using a napkin to dab at my lips. Alistair was doing his best not to choke on it. He gave me a side glance. I knew it was Isoldes' doing that the two of us had been given bland cake – I could clearly see that the others had real cakes. I also saw the apologetic looks of the maid.

I decided to cover for Alistair as he did choke and reach for his water, "Is something the matter, Alistair?"

"Not at all, just thinking about earlier," he said quickly. Realizing Zev was giving him a look he flushed.

"Is that all? Well, I'm still so exhausted from my bout of fainting earlier… My dear, could I trouble you for an escort back to my room?" I asked sweetly. He stood faster than my eyes could track before offering me his arm, which I took as I stood as gracefully as I could.

I gave one last curtsey to Lady Isolde and Bann Teagan, bidding them goodnight. Zev had stood along with Teagan to give 'Lady Ara' a small bow in farewell.

When we reached the room and were finally alone he looked at me. "I suddenly recall you saying your family wasn't rich, but from your manners tonight I would swear that you were raised in a royal court. I just can't understand why you would say one, but act the other," he shook his head.

"… Isolde; I don't like her, and I want her to have no reason to harm me. I promise, I'm really not born nobility," I shrugged.

Alistair snorted. "I've seen how you act among our group; I don't think your status was ever truly in question. I'm fairly impressed with how well you can act it though. I will admit, even I fell for it for a while… why are you looking at me like that?"

I was watching him like a cat may watch a fish in a bowl… I closed the distance between us and raised my arms to wrap around his shoulders. "No reason in particular… just trying to determine how best to get you to kiss me again," I smirked as his eyes darkened.

He took the initiative to lean down and softly brush his lips against mine. When he pulled back he said, "Makers' Breath, you're beautiful – I am a very lucky man."

I tilted my head, but didn't contradict him. Instead, I said, "Talk like that will get rewarded – flattery will get you everywhere, after all."

He flushed, "It… it will?"

"Mmmh – it will." I whispered as I returned our state of dress to what it was before – topless Alistair and all.

"Re-rewarded how, exactly?" he gulped as my hands roamed his body. I smiled, "I could let you pick… or would you like to hear my idea?"

"I… I'd like to… to hear your idea," he licked his lips. My eyes narrowed in desire, "Well… I was just thinking how unfair it would be for me to have a shirt and pants when you only have pants. I could… even things up a bit?"

He groaned, and I knew he was thinking what I was thinking, "E-even them… how?"

"By taking off my shirt," I placed a small kiss on his chest. He bit his lip, "That would be… highly inappropriate…"

"And sleeping in my bed in the first place isn't?" I pointed out as I pulled away and headed for the bed. He gulped, "I… you have a point. I don't need a reward you know."

I shrugged, "Your choice, my dear."

He climbed into bed; his face red but he didn't seem to be as reluctant as he thought he should be, and I considered that progress.

It would take 2 weeks to get to Kinlock Hold and back by boat – considerably less time than if they had walked. By the time the first week had passed, I had made progress with Alistair. We acted like the noblest couple. I had taken to giving him lessons in the library of how to talk like a King – and how to act the part too. Teagan and Isolde had watched us on multiple occasions, and not once had they felt any need to correct me – much to Isoldes displeasure. For his part, Alistair would give me tours of the Castle or grounds, and continued to be my cuddle partner.

I teased him like crazy – and he must have finally gotten used to it because today he began teasing me back.

We woke up like any other day; me tucked into him like the most precious treasure held to his chest. I decided to pretend to still be asleep when I felt his hand petting my hair. Damn, I loved having my hair played with.

I could feel his erection against my leg – I knew it was natural to wake up with those for men but unlike normal, it didn't go away after his morning trip to the chamber pot. His lips pressed against my forehead, "Ara…"

I mumbled. He chuckled, "Time to wake up, love."

"Nooo," I pouted. He laughed, "And why not? You're usually up first, you know."

"I like having you hold me though…"

He smiled at me, "And I do enjoy holding you – very much."

"Can't we just stay here and make love?" I asked before I realized what I'd said. I'd promised not to push and here I was… I pressed my hand over my mouth with wide eyes, "I'm so sorry, I…"

He kissed me roughly, "Makers' Breath – do you have any idea how badly I want to say yes?"

"You do?" I asked in a small voice. His hand was on my hip, "Of course I do – I just… I don't want things to move too fast, you know?"

I gave a teasing grin, "And if I said we were moving at a snails' pace compared to what I'm used to?"

"Well, I might be tempted to move a bit faster," he teased back. My brain went blank. Did he just…?

He looked amused, "Did I just make you speechless?"

I merely nodded with a smile. He laughed and kissed me. I whimpered when he pulled back, "We are you know."

He gave me a small confused look, "Are what?"

"I seduced my husband on the third day that I knew him. He had been a virgin when I met him, too." (A/N – true story).

Alistairs' eyes widened, "You must be joking."

I shook my head, "Not at all – he wasn't my first for those bad reasons that you know about, but I was his."

Alistair looked thoughtful for a moment before he just chuckled, "Somehow, I'm not very surprised. Anyway, lessons in the library today."

I nodded and got up. If he was changing the subject, I was likely making him uncomfortable. I wouldn't push that.

At dinner that night, Teagan began questioning me. "So, Lady Anderson; I find myself oddly curious. Your companion says you made more than 300 Sovereigns during your recent trip to the Circle?"

I nodded, "350 to be precise. I sold two recipes, 5 spools of dissolving stitches and 30 bottles of unique soap."

Isolde looked displeased at that. She asked, "Recipes for what?"

"Two of my soap scents – I currently have eight scent profiles; River Rain, Lethal Beauty, Templars' Rose, Nobles' Fire, Smokescreen, Fairy Song and Sugar Cookie. I'm in the process of making a Cloven Ale scented one with undertones of honey – I plan to call it Brewmaster. I make matching body sprays for those times when a bath just won't happen. I also make aroma-therapy oils that can be used for massages."

"Do you currently have samples with you?" Teagan asked with sudden interest. I nodded, "I can allow you to scent sample all but the Templars' Rose – that's a Templar-Mage exclusive due to the concentrated use of Lyrium. Alistair is actually wearing it so if you smell him you'll get the scent profile without the heady Lyrium fumes."

As I pulled out small one-ounce bottles of each scent, Teagan leaned over the table to sniff Alistair – who had obligingly moved to allow it. Once I had the other seven set out, even Isolde had to sniff them – if only in hopes of telling me they were horrid.

Teagan said, "The Circle paid so much, so surely they aren't as simple as smelling sweet?"

"That's right – each one has health and cosmetic effects. River Rain is mostly cosmetic but all the others have true health benefits. Fairy Song cashes in at number one and with what is used in it Aedan says it would sell for as much as 3 Sovereigns per a normal sized bottle. A close second is Lions' Den – also an exclusive, but for personal reasons. Each one features at least one rare or hard-to-get herb such as Felandaris, Vandal Aria, Prophets' Laurel, Royal Elfroot, or even Dawn Lotus. As stated before, Templars' Rose has concentrated amounts of Lyrium and 2 others also have Lyrium but in lesser, less-lethal amounts that are counter-balanced by other reagents."

Isolde looked reluctantly impressed. Teagan looked gob-smacked, "Which one is the cheapest?"

"Sugar cookie – as the only one I did not make – is the only one that features completely mundane things that can be bought in bulk. It would sell for no more than 15 silvers if I sold it at-cost."

"Okay – which one is the cheapest that you made?" Isolde asked. I smiled, "Technically, Templars' Rose – Lyrium, Roses and Amrita Vein on top of the type of exclusivity means I could only sell it for about 1 gold. Almost tied with that for cost is River Rain as it is mostly cosmetic in effects."

"Which two would be your favorites?" Teagan asked. "Fairy Song is my signature scent – it's me. Lions' Den is a close second due to it reminding me of my husband."

Teagan thought for a minute, "I'd like to endorse this, actually – when the Blight is over, if you decide to go into buissness, I will aid in providing start-up capital."

I chuckled and shook my head, "It's a thought, I suppose. I never thought of it as more than a hobby. I was a surgeon before; making soap was simply… something to do."

"Well then – as this may be a rare opportunity – I would like to make a purchase." He smiled.

I sat back in my seat, "Which ones?"

Isolde muttered, "I like the River Rain scent."

Teagan nodded, "River Rain, for certain. For me personally, I would like to buy Nobles' Fire. Eamon might like the Smokescreen one. And if possible one bottle of Templars' Rose for Connor – since it appears that he is a mage. How much would that be?"

"River Rain is 105 silvers a bottle, Nobles' Fire is 175 silvers, Smokescreen is 125 Silvers and Templars' Rose is 100 silvers. How many bottles of each did you want?"

He thought for a minute, "3 of each other than the single one of Templars' Rose."

I calculated, "So that is 1,315 Silvers or 13 Sovereigns and 15 Silvers."

I pulled out the larger bottles of each and Teagan headed for the treasury while Isolde questioned the benefits of the ones they were buying. I just wrote them all out instead and handed her the list.

When Teagan returned, she handed the list to him as he handed me a small pouch with 13 golden coins and 15 silver ones. Alistair sniggered. I shot him a look, "What?"

"Nothing – nothing… it's just that this is the second prominent place that you've sold your soaps and we've only been traveling for nearly 2 months."

I flushed, "You think Loghain would buy in?"

Alistair laughed loudly, "Oh I think he'd go for either… hmmm…."

Teagan was smiling as he said, "If you had one that smelled like sword polish and old maps, he'd go for that."

I leaned back as my mind raced – I knew what scent profiles it would take for both maps and polish… what herbs I could use…

I moved all the samples and pulled out new blocks of unscented soap and a Bunsen burner. Teagan and the others watched in confusion as I began mixing Ghouls Beard, Blood Lotus, Embrium and a few other things to make Maps and Sword Polish. It took me three tries to get the ratios correct. I sniffed my final product satisfied. I nodded, "Behold – I call it War Torn."

Teagan sniffed it, "Makers' Breath – that took you almost no time at all. How did you do it?"

"Easy – I already knew what was needed, I just needed ratio adjustments. I've made map scented candles before. Smokescreen also features blade polish scents."

"But why did you do it? We don't actually plan to sell soap to Loghain?" Alistair asked.

I gave a wicked grin, "What better way to distract him while we're in Denerim that have a soap seller show up? It's completely innocuous – he'd never suspect that the soap elf is a spy."

Alistair looked like he wanted to argue, but couldn't find a single plausible reason to. Zevran said, "It is a good idea – none of his Intel showed anything about Ara. Not a thing – her looks, weapons, mannerisms and even her Mabari are complete mysteries. We did not even know she existed when we set that ambush."

Alistair rubbed at my back when he saw me deflate, "Don't think about it."

Isolde looked confused at his sudden comforting nature, "What is she to not think about?"

"Her religion has a… a motto. Do as ye will, so long as it harms none. When we had to kill the men in that Ambush… she had to bury them and say their last rights. She personally dug the graves and carried the ones she killed herself. She mourned their deaths. Zevran says they had no religion, so she used her own to lay them to rest. She did the same at the tower and when we killed bandits in Lothering. She isn't supposed to just let them kill her – but she also should never fall victim to enjoying or being numb to their deaths."

Teagan flinched, "Leading troops in a war is certainly not the best place for one of your religion…"

I smiled bitterly, "We all have challenges we must overcome, Bann Teagan. I see this as a test of my faith more than anything. It has to be done – so at least someone who cares can lead the efforts, right? There are innocents in every war – one only hopes that they will not merely be swept aside and forgotten. Forgive me – I think it's time I retire for the night."

Alistair stood and held his arm out to me.

Another week passed and I was getting frustrated. Aedan would be back soon – any day now. All I really wanted, however, was to make the most of this damn bed.

Dinner tonight was torture. I had caused Alistair to choke on his water when I allowed my hand to slide up his leg and rest rather close to a specific area. Zev had caught my arm movements since he sat on my right, and casually sipped his wine with a smirk. I had been dabbing my lips with a cloth napkin so when he started choking I faked concern and placed my right hand on his right arm, as he set his glass down.

He retaliated in kind with his hand on my bare knee – short dress – for the remainder of dinner; the skirt of my dress having ridden up. Each time his hand shifted, I felt a burning desire shot through me. When we finally excused ourselves from the table, bidding Isolde and Teagan goodnight – the latter of whom had been amused by our 'relationship' the whole time we were there – I was ready to tie Alistair to the damn bed and have my way with him. Our teasing had reached the point of no return.

"Are you alright, dear?" Alistair sounded amused as I closed our bedroom door.

I turned slowly, "Am I alright? No – no I am not alright. I have zero patience left. I surrender – you win, okay? I want you so much that it hurts at the moment so – Goddess help me – if you put your hands directly on my bare skin one more time, I will be taking it as an invitation to ravage you tonight. Consider yourself warned – I know you're likely not ready yet, but I can only take so much teasing before I snap; and I'm going to snap… soon."

My voice was hoarse with need as I spoke, my back leaning against the door. I had my eyes closed because looking at him right now was torture for a woman who hadn't played in 2 damn weeks.

It was quite for a moment. I slipped one eye open and saw that he was looking at me with darkened, lustful eyes. He seemed torn before – all of a sudden – he stepped forward until he was almost right up against me.

His hand lifted and hovered near the back of my neck. I trembled – was he…?

"Like this?" he asked and his hand descended to my neck as he pulled me closer and kissed me. His free arm came around my waist as my knees buckled. He pressed me hard into the door as I whimpered. My hands came up to his chest; trembling as I fumbled with the buttons of his formal jacket.

When he pulled away from the kiss, I was gasping for air, "Just… just like that…"

I had managed the jacket, but the smaller buttons on the shirt would have taken all damn night – so I did what any rational woman would do… I ripped it open and buttons flew all over the room.

He groaned as my hands roamed his chest and over his shoulders to slide the two offensive garments off of him.

I let out a moan as his hands slowly moved down the curve of my body to rest at my hips. A gasp escaped when he pulled me closer, thrusting his hips against mine. I turned and moved my hair so he could undo the laces of my dress. I heard his slight gasp and shuddered when I felt his breath blow hot against my skin Nano-seconds before he kissed my shoulder. My dress fell to the floor, and I heard his intake of breath when he realized I wasn't wearing any small clothes.

"Makers breath, you'll be the death of me," he groaned when I turned back to face him, reaching down to untie his trousers. I was backing him up – toward the bed. The second we got close, I finished with the tie.

I gave him a playful smirk, "Don't you know, Alistair? Making passionate love is one of the best ways to go…"

I kissed my way down his chest as I lowered myself to my knees. I got his pants down and he stepped out of them. I blinked in stunned silence – this man… he was circumcised and had to be at least nine inches in length. Alex had been 7…

I wanted very badly to taste it. I knew he was stunned when I took his length slowly into my mouth. I wasn't quite able to get the whole length into my mouth – not in one try anyway.

He hissed a breath when my tongue swirled around the tip before slowly going further. I worked at it until I was able to take it all. A moan vibrated in my throat. He gasped and his hips bucked slightly. I saw his hands fisting in the sheets of the bed behind him.

I pouted when he quickly pulled away and reached down to pull me back to my feet. He flushed.

"W… Why did you…?" he gestured down, panting heavily – ooh, was he already close? I knew my eyes glinted at the thought as I looked down again… I was very curious…

I shook my head and smiled, "Most men seem to like that… besides, I enjoy driving you wild."

I plopped onto the bed as he cleared his throat. "It did feel… amazing, but I want this to be us not just me," he said as he came closer. I reached out to him and he took my hand, climbing onto the bad next to me.

"Do you want me to educate you, or do you want to… experiment?" I asked with a sly grin.

He stammered, "Um… a bit of both?"

I took his hand and trailed it down to my breast, moving his forefinger and his thumb to pinch my nipple. My head fell back as I gave a soft moan.

"Maker…"

"Some men like to… taste those. Licking, sucking and biting on them lightly – I like that. Would you like to try?"

He didn't even answer; he just began to lean in. I moved his hand lower as his mouth made contact with my breast. I whimpered.

I slowly moved that hand lower until it was where I really wanted it. I had been very glad to learn that elves don't grow any body hair, so I hadn't had to shave in months.

"Do you feel that; that little ball there? That is the most sensitive part of a woman's body…" My breath hitched while I explained as I used his finger to rub slow circles around my clit. I was breathing heavy and I saw his cock twitch.

I bit my lip and reached to grab his cock with my left hand, still using my right to 'educate' him.

His finger slipped and entered me. I gasped in pleasure, "Oh Alistair." I knew my moan had encouraged him; he didn't stop. I moaned again when his thumb found my clit while his forefinger was still moving within me. I felt his middle finger slowly join his forefinger within me.

I whimpered with need. He groaned as I lay back on the bed, my hand stroking his cock as he pleasured me. I stopped what I was doing; taking control of his hand once more, I brought his finger to my lips. He groaned as I slowly sucked on his finger while I looked into his eyes. "Ara…"

I was moaning as his head lowered to kiss my nipple again before his tongue darted out to lick. "Alistair… yes, oh please, yes." My hand was forced to release him as he slowly slid down to kneel on the floor. He slowly kissed his way down my front.

I cried out when his mouth made contact with my slit, "Oh, Goddess…" his tongue roughly lapped at my clit while his fingers returned and moved within me, getting steadily faster. I was moaning and gasping as my hands tangled in his hair. I was getting close to my first orgasm, and groaned, "Goddess, Alistair… I'm so… so close. Yes… oh, yes… yes!" I shouted as I came. I heard him groan as my hands tightened in his hair.

As I began to come down from the high – damn he was good at that for someone who'd never done it before – he slowly kissed his way back up, stopping only for a moment to kiss and lick the nipple he hadn't on his way down.

"Not… fair… you didn't… let me… have such… fun," I panted. Ass… he actually looked so proud of himself for that.

He leaned in to kiss me and I tasted myself on his lips. I decided I couldn't take the teasing anymore – we could do that more later on.

"A-Alistair, please… love, I need you. We have all night to tease and explore…"

He flushed, "I… I agree."

I scooted around on the bed so that my head was now on the pillows. He hovered over me, hesitating a little so I helped him to position himself at my entrance. He continued to hesitate, so I whimpered and pulled at his hips. My hips made little movements to try and hump against him.

He groaned and moved one of his hands up to play with my breast again as he slid slowly into me. "Please Alistair. Goddess help me, I need you now," I gasped as my back arched.

His voice was ragged as he groaned my name, and I gasped at how his voice, deepened in need with that wonderful accent, made me feel.

He continued slowly, and my hips bucked when my suspicion that this was a new body was confirmed, in the form of a sharp pain. I was too caught up in my need to fully feel the pain before the pleasure was returned.

He only managed to get halfway in for the first stroke. Sweat appeared on his brow as he attempted to remain in control of his motions. He pulled out until it was only the tip within me and thrust again – going in more than the last time. I moaned and arched my back.

His strokes were slow and each one went deeper before he was finally all the way in. He cupped my cheek and leaned in, kissing me softly. I flicked my tongue along his lips, causing him to gasp. I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss with one hand in his hair, the other on his chest.

He held still for a moment – instinctively giving me time to adjust to him. I began thrusting my own hips when he didn't move after too long. He looked me in the eye and must have seen just how needy I really was. He began moving – slowly at first – but soon picking up speed. Each thrust more confident than the one that came before.

He kissed me again – so passionately that I was gasping in pleasure. He deepened the kiss this time. I nipped at his bottom lip, arousing a surprised gasp before he was kissing me again, harder this time.

I moaned and begged him to go faster, harder… and was gasping in pleasure with each thrust that met my demands. My nails dug into his back and that seemed to spur him on. I was glad I had enchanted the room to be sound proof on our second night here because though I was used to having to keep quiet – my son was a light sleeper and walls were thin – I was crying out his name in ecstasy. I felt my legs draw back, knees up, allowing him to go deeper as I moaned his name again.

His angle was perfect. I felt his length rub roughly against my clit with each hard stroke, and I knew that my hips were thrusting in time with his. I felt it then… building rapidly and I knew it wouldn't be long, and that surprised me. It normally took much longer for me, especially if I had already done so once.

"Yes," I cried out when I felt his right hand slip between us to run circles on my clit. It was a bold move from someone with no experience. I whimpered as I could feel my peak approaching. I bit his neck on instinct and I heard him gasp. I pulled back to make sure I hadn't hurt him… but it seemed he liked it. He growled as his teeth dug into my neck, causing my hips to buck.

"Alistair… oh Goddess, I… yes," I cried out as I came, my back arching and I vaguely felt my nails break skin on his back. His teeth had released my neck as I knew my body was spasming; it always did during orgasm.

"Ara…" he groaned out. I felt my legs wrap around his waist. He gasped as I bit his neck again, his thrusts becoming more erratic, prolonging my orgasm slightly.

"Makers Breath, Ara… I-I can't…" he groaned and bit into my neck once more as I cried out in pleasure. I felt heat as he reached his own climax.

We were both out of breath as he rolled to the side, holding me close to him.

"Goddess preserve me, Alistair… that was amazing," I was startled when my hand came back from around him with blood under my nails.

"Oh, um… I seem to have given you some battle wounds," I knew I was flushed. He chuckled and I heard him reply, "It seems I may have liked it, so no worries…"

I flushed lightly and snuggled into him. He hummed, "You know, according to all the Sisters at the monastery I should have been struck by lightning by now."

"Not for that performance!"

"Meaning I was so good that the Maker himself decided to spare me the usual punishment… right?" I giggled and nodded, leaning in for another kiss… I loved kisses. "I swear, love, you're better than someone with far more experience… And just think; I have so much more to teach you. This was pretty basic," I was smirking when I heard him cough.

"I… look forward to it," He blushed.

We drifted off to sleep still tangled in each other's arms.