It was a race she knew she was going to lose. Herah Adaar might have moved deceptively fast for someone her size, but Sera hopped over rooftops and slipped through windows like a cat being chased by an angry Mabari. Still, just because she couldn't beat the elf back to her quarters didn't mean Herah was taking her time. The return trip from Adamant Fortress had been wait enough, and as Herah hurried across the courtyard of Skyhold and bounded up its stone steps, she had no intention of extending it a moment longer than she had to.
By the time she finally reached the door that led to her private chambers, (She had private chambers, she briefly reflected as she climbed the stairs. How strange was that?) the qunari could already feel the first flutters of anticipation in her nether regions. She was by no means a blushing virgin, but it had been far too long since she'd been with anyone else, let along someone as intriguing as the woman who was hopefully waiting for her.
Nor was she disappointed. When the Inquisitor reached the top of the stairs, she found Sera already lying on the bed, the blonde elf not wearing a stitch of clothing. Stripped of her unusual attire, there was nothing to distract Herah from her body, and it really was lovely. Her body was slim like that of most elves, but her penchant for acrobatics had left her long legs and a smooth stomach unusually well toned. Her breasts were small, but quite pert, topped by pale, pink nipples that practically called out to the qunari to play with them. And then there was her smile. The elf often bore a sour expression, but just then, she was showing Herah the most delightfully wicked grin of anticipation.
She must have been starring because several distracted seconds passed before Sera asked, "Something wrong?"
"Not at all," she replied quickly, her own smile now growing to match the elf's. "Just hadn't expected to find you quite so, uh, far along."
Sera shrugged. "Got here first. Was bored. Besides, unwrapping you proper will take time, so now you don't gotta do me too. Well, you do. Do me, that is. But not undress me."
"I think I get the idea." In three long strides, Herah crossed the room, and as she reached the bed, Sera rolled up into a sitting position and grabbed the qunari's head for a lengthy and highly enthusiastic kiss. Already, Herah could feel her skin flushing and while their tongues tangled, she took advantage of the embrace to run her hands over the elf's nude body, starting with the curve of her ass and making her way up her back.
"Andraste's ass," Sera gasped, "Those are bloody strong hands. Bet you can do real nice things with those, Buckles." Her own, smaller digits searched out the straps of Herah's leather coat and started unfastening them. "Heh, Buckles," she laughed to herself, "Cause you've got all these buckles and stuff."
It had taken them a little negotiation to arrive at that nickname, but Herah found she liked it well enough and she let Sera maneuver her onto her back so that the elf could better undress her. It was a task her girlfriend seemed to relish, lovingly peeling off one layer of clothing after another, first leather and then cloth being removed so that nimble fingers could run over the skin beneath.
When at last Sera bared the qunari's ample breasts, she let out an appreciative whistle. "Yeah, these are… I mean, I could see, but… wow!"
"I'm glad you approve of…" Herah's voice trailed off as the elf's mouth closed around a brown nipple already stiff with anticipation and her tongue ran back and forth over it, the Inquisitor's words replaced with a pleasant sigh.
"Mm," the elf purred as her fingers rolled the wet, stiff tip between them, "I could just play with you all day long, Buckles."
"Feel free." Herah laughed as she said the words, but beneath her good humor was a deep desire. She wanted badly to be appreciated not as a savior but as a woman, and when Sera's hands and mouth began exploring her chest, Herah was all too happy to let her take her time so she could savor the moment.
And take her time Sera did. Only after she had seemingly covered every inch of the qunari's chest with her tongue did she deign to move down to her toned stomach. Herah's spine arched as the blonde's hands caressed her hips while her tongue lavished attention on her hard abdominal muscles.
She was trying her best to just relax and enjoy the elf's attentions, but between her legs, what had started as a pleasant tingling was turning into an increasingly sharp craving. Her hips bucked of their own accord and Sera licked her lips at the reaction. "Seems like you might want a taste," she teased. "Or for me to have one."
"Sounds good," Herah gasped as the archer went to pull off her small-clothes. Underneath, her clitoris was engorged with lust, clearly visible against the dark skin and darker folds between her legs, and Sera grinned when she saw it.
"Ooh, easy to find," she quipped. "Looks fun to play with too." Her hands caressed the qunari's inner thighs while her mouth went to her clit. She took it between her lips, and as the wet heat that engulfed her most sensitive point, Herah twitched, unable to do much more than mumble out the elf's name.
Sera might have seemed careless to some, but when it came to the things she really cared about, she could be remarkably precise. It was true of archery, and clearly, it was true of sex too. Even as she sucked on the qunari's clit, her tongue kept running up and down its length, her rhythm flawless. Herah couldn't remember the last time she'd been with anyone so skillful and it felt as if all the tension of the past few months, all the burdens of expectation and command, were draining right out of her via the elf's skilled mouth.
"Maker," she sighed, bringing one hand down to stroke Sera's short, blonde hair. "You are good at this."
"Mm, gets better," the elf murmured, the sound sending pleasant vibrations down the shift of Herah's clit. Abruptly, the Inquisitor felt two slim fingers slide past her now-thoroughly soaked entrance and even as Sera kept licking her, the thrusts started, short, sharp things that took her already intense lust to greater heights.
She could feel her climax starting to build, and evidently Sera could sense it too, because the elf added a third finger, purring as the Inquisitor took it into her increasingly full sex. Sera started fucking her faster then, her tongue flying up and down the length of Herah's clit as the qunari's hips started bucking hard, pushing to get as much of her lover's fingers as she could manage. The elf was glad to accommodate her and as her slim digits slid still deeper inside the qunari, the dam finally broke. Her whole body went rigid with a massive orgasm, first tensing and then spasming again and again as she gave herself over to the pleasure she had longed for.
When it at last receded and rational thought returned, she was greeted by the feeling of Sera kissing her way back up her sweaty body. "That was good, yeah?", the elf smiled. "Course it was. 'Cause you did the thing, and made the sounds, and yeah, you definitely liked it."
"Definitely," Herah agreed, well aware that a goofy smiled covered now her face. She had needed that release even more than she'd realized and now, she wanted nothing more than to properly thank the woman who had given it to her. With a quick hand, she grabbed Sera, pulling her closer for another kiss, tasting her own musky flavor on her lover's lips. Her focus, however, was elsewhere. Her other hand sought out the elf's firm backside, a playful squeeze drawing out a high moan.
"Let me show you just how much," she whispered, her mouth escaping the kiss to run along the edge of her lover's long, slim ear. "Sensitive?", she teased when Sera gasped. "Mine are too, but I guess you'll have to find that out another time, since you were so much more interested in playing with my tits."
"They're great tits," Sera managed to get out while Herah turned her attention to the elf's own breasts, cupping the small orbs in hands that covered them entirely. She began massaging the nipples with her thumbs and her lover's nose scrunched up adorably while her thighs wrapped around the qunari's thicker one. She bucked hard against it, and in the slick movements of flesh on flesh, Herah could feel the elf's arousal warm against her skin.
Her hands took hold of Sera's waist, lifting her clean into the air, and when she opened her mouth, Herah caught her lips with her own, kissing away any protests she might have thought to give. With one arm, she held the slim elf up while her other explored between her legs. There was only a little, wispy patch of blonde hair above her sex, and her clit was not nearly so easy to locate as the qunari's. It was diamond-hard though, and when Herah finally found it and ran a single, long finger across the circular bud, her lover writhed with delight in her grasp.
"There we go," she purred, her voice husky. "That's the spot."
Sera bit her lip. "Andraste's holy tits, yes," she muttered before adding, "Inside too, though. Want you to fuck me."
"Happy to oblige." Herah slid her finger down through the elf's wet folds before teasing the opening to her pussy. In spite of her arousal, Sera was still as tight as the Inquisitor had even had, the slick inner walls squeezing down firmly on the single digit she entered her with.
"Herah." As she began to move inside her, Sera panted out her name, not her title nor her nickname and the qunari smiled at that. There was no time to enjoy that little pleasure though, because the elf began pushing her hips down against Herah's hand, unwilling to let her lover control the action entirely.
It was a hard pace Sera was setting, and the qunari enjoyed keeping up with it, especially as her lover's fluids began to coat her digits, each thrust drawing forth fresh wetness. "You want another finger?", she asked with a small smile.
"Two?" Sera's face was a mask of pleasure, eyes wide as she considered the question. "Maker, yes, two," she quickly decided and Herah brought a second long digit to her lover's entrance. This time the fit was harder. Every inch that she pushed in required careful patience, but the desperate mewls of pleasure Sera was making as she was filled more than rewarded Herah's efforts.
When, at last, she was buried fully inside, she paused, letting her lover adjust to the fullness before bringing her thumb up to her clit and caressing it. Sera pulsed around her and the Inquisitor thrust a little deeper, her fingers bottoming out inside the elf. It didn't take long after that. A few more powerful strokes and Sera came undone, writhing with delight, her screams of pleasure only muffled when she buried her face in Herah's shoulder.
The qunari didn't relent easily, answering Sera's moans and pleas for more with thrust after thrust, relishing every shudder of her body, every squeeze of her pussy around her fingers, every cry and whimper of her name. It was hard to tell quite where one climax ended and the next began, but it hardly mattered, and by the time it was done, Sera's head was slumped on Herah's chest, her sweaty blonde hair falling every which way.
Slowly, she eased her fingers out of the elf, bringing them up to her lips so she could get a taste. Her lover was tart and rich, but even the sight of Herah sucking her release off of her digits couldn't inspire much of a reaction in the exhausted Sera. Instead, all the archer managed was an soft, "So good. Rest now."
Herah nodded in agreement, rolling Sera over onto her side before pulling her arms tight around the elf's slim form. Her lover was uncharacteristically peaceful, and it was a feeling the Inquisitor couldn't have shared more. Right now, all she wanted to do was take in the littler things: the sound of Sera's breathing, the rise and fall of her chest, the smell of their lovemaking hanging in the mountain air. For a little while, she didn't have to be a Herald or an Inquisitor, just one very lucky qunari.
It took a little while before we got to the first real smut, but I hope you enjoyed it. There'll be more next chapter, with a different couple.