Tags: F!Surana/Alistair, oral sex, smut, humor.

Notes: Fill for a DA kink meme prompt. Revised and reposted 11/19/2020.

Chapter One

It had been something of an accidental discovery. Neria hadn't ever guessed, and, Maker's breath, Alistair had had no idea, being a complete virgin beforehand and all.

But it was a very, very good discovery.

After their first awkward attempt together – made even more awkward by the fact that she was small and he was big, and in more ways than one – she had suggested more foreplay to ease the way. Not that they hadn't tried it their first time. But, rather, they'd been a touch too distracted by the darkness of the tent at night, biting their lips to keep quiet in the middle of camp, and the fact they were finally doing it at all to really do it. And certainly not the specific method she had in mind now.

He was initially reticent of the idea. Most likely from his sheltered life in the Chantry, she assumed. But, as she found in relief, it was not a reluctance borne from disgust but from a lack of knowledge. What if I'm too rough, what if I do it wrong, what if I hurt you, and so on and on.

Well, she didn't mind a bit of teaching.

"It's not all that difficult, Alistair," she whispered, once they'd turned in to their tent for the evening and were alone. This time she'd made sure to summon a wisp for light, just a faint glow enough for them to see by. It danced in a slow, meandering circle near the top of the tent. The two of them lay facing each other, their bedrolls pushed together underneath, as their legs twined about one another while they talked. "It's like any skill," she said. "You'll think you're all hands – so to speak – at first, but once you get the basics down and you feel more at ease, it'll just come to you. And of course I'll be here to keep you on the right course." She laughed.

Never mind she'd never been with a man who'd tried more than once or twice to get any good at it, but if she could relax him any, she figured a little white lie couldn't hurt.

Maker, it was at least worth a try.

Still, he bit his lower lip. "Are you sure it'll be all right? I… I really won't hurt you or anything, will I?" he said, all worry again. "I mean, after the last time, I just… And, well, you were…"

Neria pressed a kiss to his lips – by far not the first of that night – and carded her fingers through his hair. After a moment, he melted into it, as if unable to help himself, curling closer to her as he ran one broad hand along her back and another tangled itself in her hair to deepen the contact. She playfully nipped at his lower lip, and he groaned, protests forgotten. He pressed harder against her, sucking on her own bottom lip in retaliation, until the need for air finally forced them apart.

"Damn," she gasped. "You're good at that."

He smirked at her. "Only because I've got the best tutor."

She smiled. "Flatterer."

"Doesn't make it any less true," he said and leaned over to nibble the edge of her ear.

She moaned, tightening her grip on his hair. He tenderly bit and then sucked on the lobe, and she nearly shook from the feeling. Her ears were one of her most sensitive places, and he seemed to take a special delight in teasing them every chance he got since discovering that fact. Including one time he'd seemed to have very deliberately made her squeak by leaning over and whispering to her, his warm breath rolling over the delicate shell of her ear, in the middle of the Denerim marketplace. Of course, he'd laid on the innocent look after.

Truly, she loved this man too much. Ah, well.

"Flames," she muttered as he teased her. He dragged his tongue along the edge, followed by just a hint of teeth, enough for her to press her thighs together as a pleasurable shiver swept through her. Perhaps they could simply do this all night instead. "You're so good, Alistair. Yes, just—"

He stopped and pulled back.

She groaned as she opened eyes she hadn't realized she'd clenched closed. "Alistair?"

He looked at her with a nervous smile. "So, what's first?"

"First?" Then she remembered. "O-Oh. Right. Well, first, let's just take some deep, calming breaths. It's much more enjoyable when you're relaxed, you know?"

He chuckled. "True enough."

They did so, savoring the warmth and closeness of one another, till their shoulders loosened and the unpleasant tension hanging in the air left them. Or at least mostly.

Relax, she told herself. Just relax. It'll be fine.

But all she wanted was to have things between them go right.

"And next?" Alistair prompted.

"Well, it's much like our first time," she managed, flushing at the memory. "Kissing, touching, stroking, all that. Except we linger a little more…" She leisurely ran her hands down her sides, over the slight swell of her hips still covered by her shift, and, feeling some confidence return as his eyes darkened, to the space between her thighs, where she drew up the garment to a peek of her smallclothes. "Here."

He swallowed. "Maker, yes."

Neria hid a growing smile behind her shift as she pulled it over her head and off. He made her feel so beautiful, so desirable, much more than she'd ever thought of herself.

After throwing the clothing aside, baring herself to him near full, she gently took his hand and guided him up and over her as she rolled to her back. "It'll be easier if you're on top, at least this time. That way you can direct how you'd like to go," she said. "Aside from that, just take your time and see how I respond."

"All right," he said, swallowing again when she pressed his hand to her breast.

And he did, leaning down to kiss her again. Slowly, deeply, as before, parting and joining with playful bites and sensual caresses, till it became too much and a whispered "please" slipped from her lips. Then at last he moved further down, drawing more kisses and teasing nibbles along her neck, over the dip of her collarbone, and eventually to the valley between her breasts. He softly squeezed the one in his hand, then ran the pad of his thumb across the pebbled tip, then rolled the nipple between his fingers. She shuddered, and not from the cool night air.

"Good?" he murmured, lips brushing against her skin.

"Yes," she sighed. "Please, keep going."

And, again, he did, trailing his mouth over to her other breast to kiss and suck on the taut peak there. Warmth rolled through her, rising with each touch, till it was an unrelenting heat in her veins. She moaned in pleasure, writhing beneath him, wanting more, to be even closer.

For a moment, Neria wondered if he would grow impatient and move on in spite of her advice to take matters slow, as other men she'd bedded had. But, no, he happily kept on, ever the gentleman. He kissed across her chest again and greedily drew the other nipple into his mouth, as his other hand teased the one left behind. He never once stopped caressing and stroking her in some way, until…

"Enough," she moaned. "I'm ready for more now."

Again he looked up at her with uncertainty. "Are you sure? It's fine if you'd rather—"

"Yes, Alistair, I'm sure." A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "If you make me wait any longer, I'll turn you into a toad, you infuriatingly wonderful man."

He laughed. "All right, got it!"

Still, his cheeks tinged pink when she reached down to tug off her smalls. But he drew further on without question, pressing kisses over her stomach and along the gentle curve leading down to her core. By the time he was level with her slit, her thighs to either side, he was scarlet.

He hesitated. "I… Um, where should I…"

She answered his unfinished question by spreading herself apart with a hand. "Try licking and sucking on the folds first. See how that is."

He nodded and, leaning closer, ran his tongue along one side, then the other, before taking one between his lips. She let out a quiet sigh, and, encouraged, he gently caressed them as told. She quivered at the soft, pleasing sensation and fisted her other hand in the pillow under her head.

After several more strokes of his tongue, Alistair pulled away. "You taste… good," he said, a note of wonder in his voice. He licked his lips. "Really good."

"Alistair," she pleaded. "More. Please."

Without a word, he bent back down to lavish more attention on her slit. He licked her enthusiastically, caressing not only her folds but also the space between, to where more of the slick proof of her arousal pooled and spread. He drew his tongue thoroughly against her, as if unable to bear missing even a drop of it. She struggled to keep herself still and spread, her breath coming in gasps, against his keen fervor.

As if sensing her difficulty, he parted her with his own fingers, and she gently ran her now-free hand through his hair in gratitude. He hummed happily against her.

"Yes, you're doing so well," she groaned. "Now, see the little nub? If you—Oh!"

She didn't get to finish, as he immediately ran the flat of his tongue in and up her slit until it caught on her clit. There, he wrapped his lips around it and started to caress it much as he had her folds, tenderly stroking and sucking on it without pause.

Her hips jerked and her back arched, and she would have bucked as well if not for his hands keeping her still. She cried out as the sharp pleasure crashed against her.

"Andraste's ass," she gasped. She wouldn't last long at this rate. "Inside! Put a f-finger inside."

He did, and she gave a keening moan as the digit – so much thicker than her own fingers – slid effortlessly into her. She was wet, so unbearably wet. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so turned on. He groaned as she tightened around him, like a man savoring his favorite meal, and eagerly thrust it in and out. She couldn't help the whine that escaped her, and her legs restlessly alternated between running along his back and fidgeting against the bedrolls. Maker, forget the camp – they'd wake the dead soon enough!

"A-Another, please," she panted.

A second thick digit joined the first as they drove into her, stretching her open. But she knew it was only a fraction of what awaited her. She needed more. Still, his attentive mouth and two fingers were already nearly too exquisite. She panted, on edge, and spread her legs wide in an effort to stave it off.

"One m-more," she moaned.

Alistair did as told, and Neria's breath caught in her throat at the sheer fullness. Maker, she felt as though she were dripping, she was so aroused. She pulled away the hand that'd been clenching and unclenching in his hair to unite it with the other at her pillow, afraid she might tear off some when she came.

And it didn't take long at all for it to come. Despite her attempts to delay it, with another drag of his tongue and thrust of his hand, her climax crashed over her with an intensity that had her very nearly screaming. Her core fluttered and clenched around his still-driving fingers, and her back arched so sharply she was surprised it didn't pop. When she instinctively shifted away as the pleasure turned to oversensitivity, he gripped her hips harder and continued licking, sucking, and stroking until her eyes rolled back and she wondered if she might come again.

Finally, she regained enough use of her shaking limbs to reach down and push him away. "Alistair," she gasped. Still, he didn't budge. "Alistair!"

At that he looked up. She flushed – somehow more so than she already was – when she saw his mouth and chin covered in her slick. Forget "dripping" – she'd practically gushed!

"Alistair," she said, "I'm ready for you."

He blinked several times, as if coming out of a daze. "Ohh, right," he said hoarsely.

He cleared his throat into a fist, then realized the state of his face with another slow blink. First he attempted to simply wipe it off, but then as her wetness coated his already-slick hand further, he stared at it for an awkward moment. Then he slipped two of the fingers into his mouth and licked them clean with a pleased noise.

Flames, it was as if the man was insatiable. She shivered.

"Uh, Alistair…" She fished out a wash cloth from her nearby pack and handed it to him. "Here."

He smiled and cleaned his face. "Thanks!"

Truly, she should be the one saying such. But she only flushed hotly and managed, "S-Sure…"

After tossing aside the cloth, he crawled his way back up her body and curled his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she stifled a groan at the smell and taste of herself on him as he slipped his tongue inside. Maker, she could already feel herself aching for another round. She whined when he drew apart.

"So," he said, "how do you want to do it? I mean, you on top, or…?"

She dragged him over her and ran her feet along the backs of his calves, glad to find she shook only a little. "This," she said. "After that, I don't think I can move much for a while. Maybe tomorrow, if I'm lucky."

He blushed from the praise. "You know," he said, "I wouldn't mind doing it again."

She made to reply, but then he took hold of her hips and slid himself inside, and all that came out was a strangled moan. Maker, he still felt so big, but this time nothing but pleasure sung through her nerves.

"Ohh, yes, this is much better," Alistair gasped. "Much, much better."

And indeed it was. Unlike their first time, she readily yielded to his size, and she felt no pain at all. Instead, a delicious heat grew in her with each slow thrust, even the stretch to accommodate him a warm thrum, until that as well melted away into pure desire. Each touch, each motion fanned her arousal, tightening and burning ever hotter between her thighs. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.

But the foreplay apparently also proved too much for him, as after several more thrusts he came undone with a loud groan before collapsing next to her.

Well, definitely an improvement over last time, Neria thought with a grin.

Still he threw a hand over his reddened face in mortification. "Maker's breath, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to… I just couldn't…"

With a shake of her head, she ran her fingers through his hair and dragged him close for a kiss. Too ashamed, he didn't return it at first, but as she pressed harder and impishly sucked on his bottom lip, he finally sighed with a growing smile and kissed back. She ran a hand along his back until the tension there eased.

When they parted, she said, "Alistair, it's perfectly fine. Beyond fine, really. I certainly enjoyed myself."

He only frowned again. "But you didn't, well… you know. Isn't there something I can do?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. Your mouth was more than enough—"

But at the mention of his mouth, it was as if she'd lit a torch of an idea in his mind, and he was moving back down her body before she could finish. The next moment, he had her legs over his shoulders and his face between her thighs once more.

A startled moan escaped her as he ran his tongue along her soaked slit, then a loud whine as he closed his lips and tongue around her clit all over again. His hands firm on her thighs, his darkened hazel eyes locked on her, and his mouth an unrelenting assault, he quickly drove the heat back to life inside of her. She squirmed, trying to ease the building pressure, but he held her tight, preventing any such relief. Then he took away one hand to slide in two fingers, and in short time three, and thrust them in and out of her slick core.

Her orgasm swept over her with nearly no warning, and she cried out and arched once more against the bedroll. It roared through her as intense as the last, searing through every inch till she was a shaking mess. All the while, he continued to lick, suck, and drive his fingers into her, till she pushed him away.

Alistair grinned. "So, I take it that helped?"

Neria threw her arms over her head as she caught her breath, her chest heaving with the effort. "Flames, Alistair, yes," she panted. "Yes. That helped and then some. Wow."

He chuckled, drawing back to find the cloth and wipe his face clean once more, before settling beside her again. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips – so chaste compared to what his mouth had done but a few moments before, and she flushed anew at the thought – as he wrapped his arms around her. After they parted, she laid her head against his chest and twined her arms around him in turn, feeling more content than she had in an age.

"I love you, Alistair," she sighed.

"Love you, Neria."

How little she'd known then that was only the beginning.