Herah sucked in a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. She'd always felt comfortable doing this, never doubting her own skills, but that was back when she was whole. When she had two hands.
Sera didn't seem to share her apprehension. "Come on, Buckles," she asked, "What'cha waiting for?"
"My hand to grow back." Herah tried to laugh after she said it, but even to her own ears, the sound was forced and unconvincing.
"You've still got one," Sera replied. "'Sides, you're -what's it called –ambidextrous, yeah? So touching all the right bits shouldn't be a problem."
That was at least partially true. Long years of knife fighting had left Herah equally good with either hand, but she was still used to having both of them. "I don't know," she hesitated. "It's not the same."
Sera seemed to realize that Herah was genuinely distressed, and she came over to give her a kiss. "Hmm, s' true. But you've got a tongue, yeah? We can start with that."
In spite of her nervousness, Herah felt a bit better. There was something endearing in Sera's insistence that they would be able to make this work, and she nodded. "That's true, cutie. I'm just saying that… Hell, I don't quite know what I'm trying to say. I guess just that it may not be easy."
"Doesn't have to be. You're worth it. Now get comfortable. It's our last night here an' all that."
Herah settled into the bed, trying to do as she been told. Certainly, the accommodations were nice enough. You could say what you wanted about the Orlesians but they did know luxury, and the massive bed in their suite at the Winter Palace was eminently comfortable. Still, her nervousness wasn't going to be banished by a feather mattress and a silken comforter, and at first, it was hard to take her usual pleasure in the sight of Sera stripping.
Her wife pulled off her tights, top, and small clothes without much ceremony, tossing them in a pile on the carpeted floor. Even though Herah was used to the view, it had not lost its power. As much as she acted like she didn't care about her appearance, Sera was quite beautiful; her slim, well-toned body, messy blonde hair, and enthusiastic smile were enough to cheer Herah up no matter what else was going on.
The feeling didn't last long though. Once Sera was naked, she hopped up on the bed, and Herah went to meet her. Unfortunately, she forgot that she was missing a hand. All she managed to do was awkwardly grab at her wife's hip with the one she had left, sending Sera tumbling onto the bed.
"I'm sorry." Her face was turning red. "It's only been a few days. I still feel like it should be there and when it isn't, I mess up…"
"Hey, 's okay." Sera rolled up next to her. "We'll figure it out. No rush."
"All right then. Let's give this a go."
Sera scampered on top of her, straddling her torso, and Herah placed a hand on her wife's hip. There were, she supposed, advantages to being so large. Even one hand was enough to brace the elf, and once they were positioned properly, she started to run it over her body. The warmth of Sera's skin was comfortingly familiar, and yet what Herah was doing also reminded her of what she'd lost. Once, she would've palmed a breast in one hand while caressing a hip with the other, or massaged Sera's back while tangling her fingers in her blonde hair. Now, though, she had to limit herself to one thing it a time, and it didn't feel right.
"Damn it," she muttered, and Sera stopped moving on top of her.
"What's wrong, Buckles? That felt nice."
Herah shook her head regretfully. "My instincts are all off and it's throwing me. I'm sorry."
Sera bent down, grabbing her head for a long kiss. "Don't do that," she insisted when it broke. "Don't keep saying sorry. You don't have to get it right the first time. It's like the regular first time. Usually a mess that, but it gets better eventually."
Herah managed a regretful laugh at the though of her first, awkward fumblings behind a barn many years earlier. "True that, but even then, at least I knew what my own body did."
"I know what your body does," Sera declared with a grin. "Lemme remind you."
She went to work peeling off Herah's blue and tan uniform, and the Inquisitor did her best to help. Between the two of them, they managed to get her stripped naked without too much difficulty, but once she was undressed, Herah couldn't help looking at the stump of her left arm. The skin at the end of it was smooth, as if she had never had two hands in the first place. It's just too damn weird.
"Stop that," Sera insisted when she realized what Herah was starring at. "Don't worry about that stuff. Think about this, now, with me."
Without further preamble, she lowered herself down, wrapping her lips around one of Herah's large brown nipples. Sera's mouth formed a tight seal while her tongue flicked back and forth over the tip, a combination Herah always found irresistible. Her back arched slightly, and her hand cupped Sera's head, stroking her hair appreciatively.
Sera's hands weren't idle either. The archer ran them up and down Herah's body, playing with her other nipple, caressing her shoulders, and even stroking her long, black horns. "You're still you, Buckles," she murmured in-between planting kisses on Herah's breast. "Still feel right. Big, and strong, and bloody wonderful."
"Sera…" She couldn't think of what else to say, and so Herah settled for moaning her wife's name before laying back into the softness of the bed.
The familiar heat of the kisses and touches were certainly relaxing. Herah didn't try to get too involved yet, just using her one hand to stroke her wife's head while she kept her eyes shut. Focus on what you're feeling. Let everything else go.
It was indeed hard to worry about anything when that wonderful tongue was exploring the planes and curves of her body. Sera was as energetic as always, devouring one area before moving on to the next, and it wasn't long before Herah felt those nimble fingers probing against her entrance. She knew she wasn't as wet as she should be, but Sera didn't comment, instead setting to work on correcting the situation.
When Sera went to caress the ridge of her clit, the touch was lighter than usual. The teasing caresses made her hand grip her wife's hair tighter, but at the same time, her phantom arm twitched, wanting to fist itself in the blankets with fingers she no longer had.
"Fuck," she snarled. "It's still off…"
"'S okay," Sera reminded her. "Got all night for this. Not giving up on you."
Her wife slithered downwards, leaving a trail of kisses on Herah's abdomen before her lips joined her hand at the juncture of the Inquisitor's legs. Sera's mouth sought out her clit and the warmth and pressure against her most sensitive point made Herah gasp. For the first time that night, her hips pushed forward, her body giving itself over to what she was being offered.
"That's it," she groaned, her voice low and hungry. "You always know what I need."
"Damn right," Sera mumbled around Herah's clit, her voice sending fresh shivers through the sensitive point.
When she resumed what she'd been doing, it wasn't just her mouth that Sera used. A pair of fingers pressed up against Herah's sex, and the Inquisitor found that she was now entirely wet enough to accept them. Her body relaxed, taking pleasure in Sera's initial thrusts, and it wasn't long before the elf was able to add a third one. A slight curl pressed the digits against Herah's sensitive front wall, and as they slid in and out of her, her worries receded further and further away.
"So good," she murmured, "So bloody good." Sera was pushing deep inside now, hitting all the spots Herah liked best, even while she resumed sucking on her clit as well. The Inquisitor's inner muscles started to tense, her sex pulsing around the fingers penetrating it, and it wasn't long before she was on the brink of losing control.
"Almost there, aren't yah, Buckles," Sera purred, bringing a fourth finger up to her entrance. Now the stretch was enough to burn, the qunari's sex completely filled by her wife's hand, but it was a good ache, a low, throbbing pleasure that pushed out everything else she'd been feeling. Her stomach tensed, and she pushed back hard against the thrusts, hungry for everything she could get. Groans turned to screams, and then a final, broken moan of Sera's name as everything went white.
The spasms that ripped through Herah brought almost as much relief as pleasure. The anxiety and self-doubt she'd been wrestling with ever since she lost her hand drained from her at last, replaced with waves of bliss. The elf seemed to relish every second of her climax, lapping away eagerly while it drew on, fucking every last bit of tension out of her.
Even once Herah's body had finally spent itself, Sera didn't pull out. She slid up along the bed, bringing her face to face with the Inquisitor, but her fingers stayed buried inside, making a few final strokes. "Needed that, right? " she asked in-between planting kisses on Herah's mouth. "Never felt you like that before."
"Oh yeah," Herah agreed, nodding weakly. Her head felt clearer now. It was difficult to be stuck quite as far up your own ass after coming that hard, and she was filled with a fresh resolve to properly thank Sera for the help. "So, I'm guessing you want a turn too," she said once full sentences were again within her grasp.
By way of an answer, Sera slid her fingers out of Herah, sucking each of them clean in turn. The whole time, she kept her gaze fixed on the Inquisitor, eying her with undisguised lust.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Herah bit her lip, looking Sera's naked body up and down. That lithe frame, flushed with desire, was just so damned inviting that it made her heart ache. There were so many places she wanted to touch, to enjoy, to bring pleasure to, and she had only one hand to work with. It wasn't enough. Unless… Of course. That's it.
"Lay back," she ordered, a new authority now filling her voice.
Sera must have enjoyed the way Herah sounded, because she spun around, flopping backwards to rest her head against the pile of pillows at the top of the bed. "Sure thing, Buckles," she declared, a devilish smile on her face.
"Good. Now open up your legs." Between them, wetness was glistening on the pink folds of Sera's sex and Herah licked her lips at the sight. "Maker, I love seeing how much you want me." Sera's face flushed, and Herah kept going. "Look at how hard your nipples are." She ran her hand over the flat of her wife's stomach, teasing the undersides of her breasts. "I want to see you touch them for me."
The tips of Sera's fingers slid over the little, pink points, accompanied by a groan. "Keep doing that," Herah told her, while she laid down at the foot of the bed. The sweet, rich smell of her wife's arousal filled her nostrils, and with Sera's breasts taken care of, she used her one hand to spread the elf's thighs still further. She took her time with what came next, nibbling on the soft flesh around her sex without touching it, and it wasn't long before Sera was panting above her.
"Come on, Buckles," she pleaded, "Need more. Need you. Now."
"Then spread yourself for me."
Sera rushed to comply, two fingers parting her folds and giving Herah a clearer view of her engorged clit. She didn't go for it quite yet though. Instead, her tongue pushed at Sera's entrance, and the elf's back arched in response, grinding herself against Herah's mouth. Above her, Herah's could see her wife's other hand cupping her breast, massaging it while she was eaten out. She could have stayed there all night, just enjoying Sera's sweetness, but once she'd had a taste, the Inquisitor moved upwards.
Sera's clit was on clear display for her, and when her tongue slid along its length, her wife screamed. "Bloody fucking hell, yes. Do it more."
Her words drove Herah onwards. As much as her own climax, this was what she had needed. With Sera bucking above her, her voice screaming obscenities and her thighs pressing around her face, Herah felt whole, in control despite what she'd lost. Each stroke of her tongue coaxed fresh wetness to spill out onto her chin, and it only made her hungrier. She stroked Sera's clit hard with her tongue, feeling it throb with each stroke.
Her wife's body began to tense beneath her, and Herah's hand covered her other breast, squeezing it roughly. It was only seconds later that Sera fell apart completely. Her thighs clenched around the Inquisitor's head, and she cried out, high and loud and long. Herah's tongue pressed down against her twitching clit, wanting to take in Sera's pleasure for as long as it lasted. Only once the elf's breathing had slowed did Herah tilt her head up towards her, licking her lips clean of the copious liquid her wife had left there.
"Good job, Buckles," Sera purred, stroking her horns affectionately. "Knew you could do me nice with that tongue."
"And a little assist from an extra hand or two," Herah added with a wry smile. She wriggled up the bed, drawing level with Sera once more. It still felt weird not having another arm to hold her wife with, but the limitation no longer overwhelmed her either.
"Heh, yeah," Sera chuckled while Herah brushed the disheveled strands of her out of her face. "Certainly glad to help with that part."
She nuzzled up into the crook of Herah's shoulder, and the Inquisitor wrapped the arm she did have around her wife's sweaty body. "I knew you would be," she agreed. "Through all the shit we've had to deal with, I've always been able to count on you."
"You always will," Sera said emphatically. "I don't care if you're the Inquisitor or if you if have a big, glow-y hand or not. You're the one I want."
Herah bent down, inhaling the sweat and sex of her wife's scent. "I never doubted that, not for a moment. I only… I want to be good enough for you. To be the woman you fell in love with, not the broken shell of her that you pitied."
"Hey," Sera insisted, "Don't say stupid shit like that. You've got a good heart and a great ass, two hands or not."
Her words were accompanied with a squeeze of said ass, and Herah let out an undignified squeak followed by a laugh. "That's good to know."
"Plus," Sera added, "Even with one hand, I bet you can still fight and fuck better'n most people."
"Just in case, I think I should keep practicing those skills. Especially that second one."
"We'll do that then," Sera agreed, moving her hand up along Herah's spine. "Still got the rest of the night for a start."
"Sounds like a plan," Herah grinned, giving her wife's pert butt a little squeeze of its own. "After all, you're never to old to learn a few new tricks."
Sorry it took me a while to get this chapter out; it's really been kicking my ass and I hope you think it came out okay. As always, your comments are appreciated. There's only one more to go after this, featuring more of Leliana and her Warden.