Riordan's Last Dance.
Riordan, born and raised in Highever of Ferelden, grew up around elves; some of his best friends were elves. He had fooled around with a few during his younger years, but never anything serious. It was not something he considered until he was in Orlais.
There he met a young woman with whom he had carried an affair for several months. She was a beautiful dancer in a tavern he frequented with his fellow Wardens. They saw each other every chance they could. First, they stole glances, then walked her home, and finally a kiss.
He had gone away for months at a time, gathering more recruits for the Orleans Wardens. He had come to the 'Lilac Rest' from his long excursions, as a per ritual of his seeking solace, to find she was no longer there.
Riordan learned a tramp who vied for her attention and when they unrequited, followed her back to her place and killed her by slitting her throat.
Closing his heart, he put the thoughts of his dancer far behind him.
That was until the Blight when a certain elven woman came crashing along.
They met briefly, as she aided in his rescue at the Estate. He voiced his concern after her escape from Fort Drakon. Part of him wanted to deny the feelings stirring inside of him, of his dancer.
Riordan had taken a better look at her and wondered just how this woman brought a rag-tag group of the most unlikely persons together to help defeat the Darkspawn invasion.
His attraction for her grew upon their first meeting and actually getting to talk to her to find she was a strong fighter, never give up attitude and felt it even more so after he explained the true purpose of the Grey Wardens, it was then he saw in her eyes compassion and admiration.
Riordan watched as Alistair left for bed and Nianna linger, examining the room as she walked out of the door for the evening. He saw a slight more swaying of her hips and her lustful look from over her shoulder.
Thinking it could have been his imagination, he pushed the thoughts out of his head and prepared for the march, checking his armor and the sharpness of his blades. He did the same routine he had done when there was a need for his abilities.
He took a long bath after he had eaten; relaxing for what was to come, double-checking to make sure everything was ready for the upcoming battle satisfied, he changed for bed.
Riordan had just laid his raven head down for the night, to prepare for the battle ahead.
'The march to Denerim will be at first light to be ahead of the Darkspawn and the Archdemon.'
Echoed in his head, there were other thoughts floating around, flowing as he was trying to relax.
Mostly of the woman who was just in his room a few hours ago, his… 'Sister of the Order', the woman who had helped him escape in the dungeon in the Arl's Estate, not his dancer from so many years ago.
She was elf, tanned and beautiful shoulder-length deep mahogany, nearly midnight, with hair to match his own, and a pair of stunning jade eyes that reflected light like a cat's. The armor she wore clung to her like a second skin. She was rouge as her body showed her well-toned legs, taut stomach, and defined arms, just like hers.
Her cute face and full pouty rose-red lips made his thoughts stimulated. He became hardened, with lustful thoughts drifting around his head.
He stroked his hardening length as his thoughts continued to her and her wonderful, tight body in so many delicious positions wrapped around his own.
Suddenly, there was a light knock on his door. He quickly rose from the bed, thinking any thoughts other than the women his mind could not escape.
There was a knock again and once he evened his breathing, he found that it partly subsided his arousal. He opened the door.
"Did I wake you? If so, I apologize." Nianna Tabris spoke quietly as she came in.
There she hid in the shadows and brushed past him to enter his room. He could smell the scent of lilies as she walked by. She showed herself once she was in the room.
"We need rest for the march before dawn." He said after looking up the hall and closing the door behind him, his breath caught when he took in her form, she was wearing a sheer top, and nothing underneath, he turned his head when she caught him ogling her, as she slowly walked over to him.
"I understand." Smelling his arousal as she crept closer to him and noting the bulge in his thin cotton pants.
"You cannot hide this from me. I can tell you want me, as much as I want you." She said, biting her lower lip, gently grabbing hold of his hardened member. He let out a soft groan from the back of his throat when she stroked him through his thin linen pants.
Nianna kissed the underside of his jaw to his lips and met with no resistance, as she licked his lips and plunged into a passionate kiss. She pressed her breast to his toned chest, molding to his body as she worked one hand around his neck, playing with his dark hair.
He placed his hand on the small of her back and slid his hands around her firm round behind. She gasped in his mouth as he gripped her ass.
She made quick work of the laces that held his night pants up, disengaging from the kiss. As she continued to stroke him, she looked into his eyes. Giving a playful smirk before quickly dropping to her knees to take his throbbing member in her long elven fingers, as she licked and suck the tip of his erection causing him to throw his head back against the door he braced himself on the door as she continued her work on his head with her full lips.
"Oh… Nianna…" He slowly ground his hips against her strokes, her juices flowed as she pleasured him, giving the man pleasure that was going to sacrifice his life aroused her and she sucked, stroked, and licked the length of his very hard erection while pulling lightly on his sack.
She stopped sucking on his member like a sweet stick and kissed him hungrily. He grabbed her face, tangling his fingers in her hair, and established dominance with his tongue, exploring her sweet mouth; she smelled of his musk, his sweet breath mixed with that enticed him further. Breaking the kiss again, he grunted his displeasure.
"There is something I always wanted to try…" she ran her hands down his chest before taking a few steps back. He watched stroking himself as she took the shift off, turning her back to him, showing her beautiful body round hips, long toned back. He bit his lip as he watched her.
She did a handstand and spread her legs wide for him to see her glistening sex.
"Come and taste me, but you will have to pick me up first." She felt her arms give as she felt his tongue take a long lick of her hot sticky sweet nectar, she felt his strong arms wrapped around her hips as he raised her from the floor she wrapped her legs around his neck as he nibbled and suckled her sweet nub.
Nianna balanced herself on his muscled thigh and took him in her mouth again, enjoying the feeling of his tongue continuing to plunge into her sex.
The sensation was making his knees buckle. He moved his face from her passionate sex; she slid down his chest and re-wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hardened erection against her wet center.
"You know, I have had my share of fantasies about you, Riordan." She mewed he grabbed her hips to pull her away slightly to slip his erection into her. He placed the tip on her entrance, rubbing his head slightly, listening to her moan.
"Should we move this to the bed, my friend?" He felt her wobble slightly.
"Yes, I would really not want to break my neck." She giggled, she dropped her legs, and he waited for her to straighten before pressing into her back, grabbing her perfect breast, not too small and not too large, into his large hands, pulling her brown nipples between his calloused fingers.
Kissing and nibbling her slender neck, they walked over to the bed, which gave into his primal desire for her. Raising her hips with one hand, guiding his stiff rod into her with the other. She called the Maker after the first few thrusts.
He filled her completely, and she was wet, tight, and taking all of him. They were enjoying every second. He gripped her supple ass again in continuing with his rhythmic movements. Sweat poured off their bodies conformed to each other.
This was, in fact, the last bit of pleasure that he was going to receive as the morning was going to bring nothing but death and destruction.
He stopped his disruptive thoughts and dragged out of her, pleasurably, tortuously slow. "On your back, please. I want to remember your beautiful face."
She complied with him; she rolled onto her back, and slid to the middle of the bed, he climbed atop her sliding comfortably into her they kissed their fingers interlaced with each other, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her walls contracted around him as she was being brought to her climax.
"Riordan…" she arched her back when he sat on his heels and began rubbing her swollen nub, continuing to watch her writhe beneath him, committing every moment to memory. He felt her clench tighter around him as she grunted when she maxed.
He watched her lovely face dripping with sweat and her damp strands of hair cling to her forehead.
He placed his hands by her head as his thrust came harder and faster against her bucking hips. He called her name as he spilled his hot seed into her.
Collapsing on top of her, she hugged him, running her long fingers through his wet hair. He held her, kissing her breast. They soon fell into a peaceful slumber.
Tonight his last dance, tomorrow his death and to the arms of the Maker, with his thoughts of a moment of desire and lust. The Maker blessed him, for when he turned to scents that seemed familiar, both Nianna Tabris and his dancer from long ago greeted him with open arms.