Part Three: Nyala Surana
((Here is part three! Forgive me if it sucks. Haha. Enjoy.))
Nyala had always lived in the Tower. Among her own kind. It was a hazy existence, filled with rare good memories. Mostly they had been memories of oppression, almost like she was drowning slowly. Cullen had been creepy, always. Almost like the man couldn't stop undressing her with his eyes. Then there was Jowan. Jowan, she sighed. She always had a place in her heart, just for him. He wanted /her/. That Lily cow. Then his Blood Mage betrayal. It had caused her more pain than he would ever know. She shook it off, and continued on to her destination. Redcliffe, to Alistair. Alistair had part of her heart, and it hurt her that he wanted to keep her around, without marrying her.
In the Tower, there had also been Anders. Always telling her how special she was, how gorgeous she was. A gem in the dirt, he would say. Then again, he told that to many people. It had always made Jowan in a weird mood when he was privy to the compliments. That had always made her wonder. She didn't think she was anything special. Her eyes were a deep violet in color, like wet iris's. Hair of auburn, in the sunlight, it looked like fire was kissing it. She was tall, and slender, with luscious breasts, and a normal backside. She didn't see why she was so appealing, but she just shrugged.
Arriving at Redcliffe, she was greeted warmly by the familiar servants. It was night, after dinner, most likely, Alistair was asleep somewhere. So she decided to just be lead to a guest room, and bathe, sleep. She was filthy, and exhausted. An elven servant lead her to a gorgeous guest room, and she gratefully spotted a bath. It was all so perfect. Alistair knew her all too well, and had most likely ordered the servants to be at a constant ready. So she slipped into her amazing bath, and soaked for a time. Stepping out, clean, and smelling of her favorite scent, Lavender, she dried off, and went to her bags. She slipped a soft, loose shift on, and slid onto the bed. It was warm, and the air smelled so good, like roses.
She thought for a few moments of that man, Jowan. She had wounded him, in Redcliffe the first time she ran into him. He was in a cell, and accused of poisoning the Arl. He had, but he had more than made up for it when he helped save the Arl's wife and son. She had let him go, and found him later, on the road. He was so different, then. Having done good deeds, and saving people. She put him into her travelling band of misfits, and was wounded, when she had been with Alistair. She told him he should have told her long ago, and that it hurt her just as much to be without him. She said she loved Alistair, and part of her did. The other half…wanted him, always. So she fell asleep, thoughts of the two men in her heart, in hear head. Little did she know…they were both somewhere near, at this very moment.
Alistair gazed up into Jowan's eyes, his breathing shallow. It was passion, and lust, that was making his breathing so light, and heavy. "Did I read your mannerisms amiss, earlier?" Jowan panted, his heart thundering in his ears. "I…don't know." Alistair knew that the other man was nervous, and that was fine. He was nervous, too. He wasn't sure what made him want the other man. Maybe it started when he started to respect him, or when he had become cleaner, less ragged looking. He let his hands trail down Jowan's stomach, lightly, teasingly. He took Jowan's answer for a yes, that meant he wanted it, but was confused.
Jowan sucked in a breath as soon, Alistair's lips had followed his hands, kissing, nibbling their way down the other man's chest. The Mage started to breathe in raggedly, and his hands tentatively curled in Alistair's hair. The almost Templar shivered at the contact, his hands gripping Jowan's hips, as his mouth sucked hotly on one of his pelvis bones. This made Jowan gasp, which soon turned into a soft moan. He moved his hands from his hair, to his shoulders, gripping them. All of Jowan's little noises were driving the Arl up the wall, and soon, he was so hard that he was throbbing.
Alistair moved his lips over, making them slightly brush the Mage's smooth shaft. It caused the man's hips to buck slightly, and a whimper bubbled up from his throat. Jowan re-tangled his hands in Alistair's hair, and he thought that this was something he truly did want. It all became more apparent to him with each touch. Alistair licked the half hardened rod lightly, gently raking his teeth on it. Jowan hissed sharply, and sat up slightly, his hands going to the bed. "Alistair…"
Alistair looked up, not stopping his licking at all. He moaned against Jowan's manhood, causing a strangled groan from him. Slipping the head into his mouth, Alistair sucked lightly, tongue all whirls and warmth. His hands still the Mage's hips, as they started to move on their own. He wanted this to last, wanted to feel close to the timid mage. He was timid, he could feel him shaking, and almost unsure of where his movements should be. Alistair continued to suck, and lick, causing more ragged breaths, and he saw Jowan biting his lip, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Alistair disengaged him from his mouth with a small pop, and looked down. Maker, Jowan was quite endowed. It lay there, in raven curls, throbbing, and twitching. Jowan was blushing, and turning his face from Alistair's. This made the Arl slide up his body, lips on Jowan's, all tongue and teeth. It made the Mage moan, and dart his tongue into Alistair's mouth. They moaned together, as their cocks rubbed together. Hips thrusting at each other's, Jowan's hands on Alistair's lightly furred upper chest. Jowan was suddenly pushing at Alistair, and it caused the bigger man to jerk back, sitting on his knees. "What? Did I hurt you?" Jowan's eyes burned with an intensity that Alistair had never seen before. "No..I simply..want to be on top of you. Now." That made the Arl suck in a breath, and his stomach to fill with butterflies. "If you insist." Jowan nodded slightly, and Alistair laid upon his back, his heart banging way in his ribs.
Jowan smirked shyly, and climbed atop Alistair, straddling those muscled hips. He rubbed the other man's nipples lightly, Causing Alistair to suck in a breath, biting his lip. The Mage slipped his hand back behind him, and took Alistair's hard shaft in his hand, stroking lightly. Alistair's eyes slipped shut, and he moaned. His hands slid to Jowan's hips, and squeezed them sensually. This caused a soft, sigh of a moan to escape the smaller man's lips. Jowan placed Alistair's manhood at his entrance, and looked down at him.
Alistair's eyes flew open as he felt what Jowan was about. He stared right into Jowan's eyes, his hands moving the other man's hips in a thrusting motion. This elicited a moan from the other man, and he slid two fingers of his other hand, into his hot, wet mouth. Alistiar's breathing was ragged as he watched this blatantly sexual maneuver. The Mage slipped those fingers into himself, thrusting, scissoring. He moaned deeply as he did it, and felt Alistair's tongue on his left nipple. "Andraste….!" Jowan moaned it out as he felt the hot mouth seeking out his other nipple, nibbling, sucking.
Alistair moaned against Jowan's nipple as he squeezed those slim hips in want. Raw, hot lust in the pit of his stomach. The Mage lifted his hips slightly, allowing Alistair better access to his entrance. He guided the larger man in, hissing slightly as he stretched to fit all of him inside. Alistair's moan was more like a bark as he felt the hot opening squeezing around him. His mouth sucked at Jowan's nipples as he made a small, soft thrust. Jowan's head tilted back as he cried out in utter pleasure. "Alistair…"
His name on Jowan's lips set him in a frenzy of thrusts, and bites to the smooth, soft neck. Jowan had wrapped his arms around his neck, as he snapped his hips in time with Alistair's thrusts. This was, by far, the best moment of his life. Jowan fit like a glove around him, and he almost couldn't take much more of it. His hand slipped down to Jowan's stiff member, and gave it long, smooth strokes. The Mage moaned right in his ear, gently sucking on his earlobe. Maker, if he didn't stop that, Alistair would burst! Jowan didn't know how much longer he could endure this sweet torture.
Their hips slapping together, and their moaning were making the both of them sweat, as they fought for control. Soon, this was abandoned as Alistair stroked Jowan faster, pumping in time with their hips. "Alistair…I'm going to…Ahhh!" Jowan bucked his hips uncontrollably as he came, hard all over Alistair's chest, and belly. Hot spurts, causing his legs to go weak. Alistair felt himself fall over the edge as soon as Jowan started his release. He felt Jowan's muscles gripping him, hard, and he moaned the Mage's name over and over into his neck as he emptied himself inside of him.
They collapsed after, next to each other, in Jowan's bed. Alistair smiled, flushed, over at the other man, and stretched. Jowan got out of the bed, to get things to clean them up with. He handed Alistair a damp cloth, and washed himself off. He watched Alistair do the same, and the Mage climbed back into bed with him. Alistair pulled him into his arms, and sighed deeply. "Maker..you were perfect, Jowan." Jowan bit his lip, and felt his eyes sting. "Was I really?" Alistair kissed his temple, and stroked his shoulder. "Yes. Maker, yes!" Jowan smiled, laying his head on Alistair's shoulder.
Alistair had no intention of going anywhere, and he held Jowan close. Jowan didn't understand why he wasn't leaving, but he decided he /wanted/ to sleep in the other man's arms. So they fell asleep in each other's arms, each dreaming of doing it again. Many more of them. Once Alistair awoke, he smiled and kissed Jowan's sleeping lips lightly. Jowan's eyes fluttered open, and he shot him a loopy grin. "Sorry, Jowan, but I have to go. You know? To go and get ready." Jowan nodded and understood completely. "Thank you, Alistair. I…it was amazing." Alistair smiled brightly and kissed him again. "I expect to see you at breakfast?" Jowan nodded and stretched. "Of course."
Alistair stood up, and stretched, giving Jowan a perfect view of an awesome backside. "Meet me in the dining hall in an hour." Jowan nodded his understanding, and sighed when the other man left. He went to his wash basin, and scrubbed all of the important bits, and his face. He dressed in a new Mage robe, and combed his hair neatly. He was more aware of his looks now. He was kind of sore, and hoped it would go away before breakfast. His stomach rumbled, and he chuckled lightly. "I know…" He told it, and made sure his room was tidied up. Getting everything to his satisfaction, he headed for the Dining Hall, and Alistair.
He heard laughter as he approached. He could definitely hear Alistair's adorable chuckle. Then…a woman's. He bit back a moan of despair as he recongnized who it belonged to. It couldn't be. No, not here! He stepped into the Hall, and slowly approached the high table. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt faint. The woman the two men loved. Nyala Surana. He gripped the table tightly, to keep from falling. She smiled brightly at him, and waved. "Jowan! Hey! Fancy seeing you here!" Jowan saw the world go black, and as he fell, heard their shouts."