Chapter 2 - The Next Move
The kiss took him by surprise, but it was utterly sweet, soft and eager, and Fenris returned it without thinking, revelling in Bethany's low moans, the way she melted into his arms. He would never have approached her of his own accord, never even have dared to dream of her. Hawke's little sister had been out of bounds as a matter of course. Yet here she was, more than willing, offering herself up to his touch as if she had never wanted anything so much in her whole life.
A small, hungry noise made him look up and break the kiss and, as he did so, he met Sebastian's eyes. His friends was right there, on her other side, his long, lithe body completely bare, relaxed and without any trace of shame. Fenris couldn't keep his glance from wandering lower, all along that smooth expanse of skin, following the trail of dark red hair down his stomach… He swallowed and forced his gaze to return to Sebastian's face, relieved to find a smile there. A smile and a promise for more in those impossibly blue eyes. More. Later.
Taking a deep breath, he returned his attention to the woman in his arms. Bethany's firm breasts felt so good under his hands, her skin was incredibly soft and silky, pale as moonlight. That's because she's a mage, a tiny voice whispered in his brain, spending her life in the dark corridors of the Gallows, her beauty hidden under heavy robes. He froze, recoiling instinctively as he realized what he was doing. How could he allow this - a mage getting this close to him, touching him, running her hands through his hair?
"Fenris?" Bethany must have felt his hesitation.
Catching his gaze, she raised her hand and slowly, giving him every chance to pull back, placed it on his chest, tracing the raised pattern of his brands with the utmost care. The lyrium was singing to her, as he well knew, but her face carried no trace of the expression he'd come to fear, none of the ravenous greed he'd seen in other mages. All he could see was awe, a hint of curiosity maybe, and the utmost tenderness.
"May I?"
Her fingers began to tingle and it took all his courage not to back away. The memory of Danarius' magic racing through his brands like lava, brutal, punishing, made him tense. But, then he felt a warm hand in his own, a firm, reassuring pressure. Isabela. Turning his head, he found the pirate smiling at him in encouragement, warm and sure. Slowly, tentatively, he nodded.
Bethany was careful, keeping it as slow as she could, and, when her magic hit him, it was… Fenris gasped, struggling for words. She was using a restoration spell, easy to recognize, and it travelled all over his body, all along his markings, like a cool, soothing balm, enveloping him completely and taking away all the lingering aches from his limbs. For the first time in ages, he was wholly without pain, wholly free from discomfort. It was such a relief, such a sheer, unadulterated pleasure, and everything was suddenly so light, so sweet, that he moaned aloud, unable to hold back.
"Is this all right?" Bethany's voice was a mere whisper, her eyes dark and round and full of concern.
"Maker, yes." He realized he sounded different, his voice deep and warm, vibrating with bliss. "More."
A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she added more power to the spell. The gentle coolness slowly turned into something altogether more intense, making him arch up into her touch, begging for more. She complied, adding more heat, more pressure, until his markings flared blue and he cried out for her to stop before it was all over. He was fully hard again, trembling with need, and her eyes widened when she glanced down at him.
Before she could gather her wits, he was on top of her, licking, stroking, caressing her, spreading her wide, sighing with relief to find her wet and ready. He wasn't sure he could have waited much longer.
She laughed softly at his impatience and pushed him back, straddling him and holding herself above him, teasing him briefly with what he wanted most. He saw something white trickle down her thigh and nearly came from the realization that she was slick with more than just her own juices.
His eyes found Sebastian's again, their gazes locking while Bethany lowered herself down on him, slowly, so slowly, until he couldn't look any more, until he had to close his eyes because it was just too good. She was hot and tight around him, a perfect fit, and every tiny move of her hips sent shockwaves all through his body.
"So, are you content with just looking?" The low purr of Isabela's voice in his ear almost made Sebastian jump.
She had wrapped herself around him from behind, her chin resting on his shoulders as she followed his gaze. Just looking… There was no just about it, really. From the moment Fenris and Bethany had embraced, he'd been lost, completely wrapped up in watching the two people he desired most in this world make love to each other. Fenris' long, lean body, his golden skin with its beautiful pattern of tattoos; Bethany's soft curves, the pink flush spreading all over her pale skin; their entangled limbs, their sighs, their gasps…
All of it seemed perfectly designed to leave him stunned, defenceless against this onslaught of temptations. Only a saint could have resisted all of this, he told himself, and yet he knew perfectly well that he only had himself to blame. His own weakness, the voice that had whispered in his ear, making him give up his initial resistance. Just this one night. If you say no, you will never get this opportunity again, to have them both, no holds barred, no questions asked. He could punish himself and he could pray for forgiveness later, and he would. But not now, not tonight.
Now, all he cared about was them - and Isabela, because of course he had fantasized about her, for all his prim and proper replies to her advances. He doubted there was a man alive who was immune to her charms. And, here she was, lusciously naked, her heavy breasts pressed against his back, awaiting his answer with a lazy smile on her face.
He shook his head, twisting around to wrap several strands of her long, black hair around his fingers as an idea struck him. "It's an amazing view, I'll grant you that, but no." He tightened his grip, pulling her head down to his crotch. "I want a lot more."
"I rather thought you would." She laughed softly, glancing up at him with a cheery wink. Her lips closed around his half-hard cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently.
The sight alone would have been enough to revive him. "Maker, this is…" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I've wanted this longer than you can imagine."
Again she laughed, the vibration against his skin making him shudder violently. "You only had to ask. I'd have been more than ready to do this for you long before."
"Would you now?" Her mouth was hot and skilled, and he was struggling already to stop his hips from jerking up hard. "Much as I appreciate the sentiment, I don't see how-"
"Oh, we would have found a way." Isabela released him briefly, to give him another wicked smile. "A back alley, a quiet corner… You know, Vael, I could have sucked you off in the Chantry confessional. Or under the table in the Hanged Man, while you were playing cards with Hawke." She punctuated her suggestions with quick flicks of her tongue against his aching flesh. Her hands weren't idle either, one of them wrapped around his shaft, the other cupping his balls, gently caressing the sensitive skin just behind them.
"Isabela!" He pretended to be shocked by her crudeness, by the vivid pictures she was painting for him, but of course they only served to turn him on further, and she knew it.
And, it wasn't as if he hadn't done such things before, back in his youth, when he was still out and about every night, chasing pleasure every way he could think of. Though, if he was really honest, nothing had ever been as hot as this, not even back then. Watching Bethany ride Fenris, so close he could make out the fine pearls of sweat on her back, hearing her high-pitched whines as she neared her climax, meeting the elf's emerald gaze, burning hot with promise, while Isabela's hot mouth drove him to distraction… No, nothing had ever been quite as good.
Another particularly creative manoeuvre on Isabela's part nearly made him lose control. "Damn it, you need to stop if you want your fun, Isabela!"
"Who says I'm not having fun?" Her eyes were gleaming like onyx, proving her point. "You can always take care of me later. I'm sure you can come up with some good ideas."
Maker, yes! He swallowed hard at the thought of what he would do to her, how he would make her come undone. But, first… Pulling her head back, he got up on his knees. "All right. But, I want…" He hesitated only for a moment. This was Isabela, after all, and she wouldn't mind him being straightforward about his wishes. "I want to come on your breasts."
She raised an eyebrow, as if momentarily surprised, but then she shrugged, leaning back a little to proudly display her body for him. "Sure. Go ahead. Feel free."
He had to take several deep breaths before he could even touch himself and, even so, he nearly lost it when, next to him, Bethany suddenly cried out, her whole body going taut, and Fenris joined her right afterwards. But, he fought his way back, step by step, until he was ready. When he took hold of himself and looked up to find Fenris and Bethany watching him with rapt attention, he knew it had been worth the wait.
Slowly, methodically, he stroked himself to completion, the pleasure made all the sweeter by the weight of their gaze on him. Isabela was obviously enjoying the show as well, her eyes glued to his hand, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, while her own fingers had disappeared between her thighs. He savoured every moment, every slow stroke of his hand, every small gasp from his captive audience.
When he came, all over Isabela's perfect full breasts, it was even better than he had imagined. Isabela's moans, Fenris' sudden, rough gasp, the heat of Bethany's gaze, it all came together, adding to his own, blindingly intense orgasm and turning it into a sublime moment of bliss. Perfect.
Isabela was more than happy with how the evening was turning out. She'd always suspected Sebastian would be an amazing lover, once he let go of his stupid principles, and so far he hadn't disappointed her. Watching him come had been quite the treat, the way every muscle had tensed in his body, the noises he made, the expression on his face…
As soon as he'd recovered, he was all over her, taking hold of her wrist, pulling her hand away with a low growl. "Let me."
He went for her breasts first, licking the evidence of his orgasm from her skin with every sign of enjoyment, stopping only briefly to make an inviting gesture at Fenris. The elf swallowed hard, but joined him eagerly, closing his eyes in pleasure at his first taste of the other man. Isabela used to pride herself on having seen it all, but the whole scenario was getting so sinfully exciting that it made even her shudder all over.
Sebastian glanced up at her face with a knowing smile. "You like that, don't you?" His tone was infuriatingly smug. Choirboy always has to state the obvious. Though, come to think of it, she rather appreciated a man being observant in bed…
She rolled her eyes at him. "Of course I do. And you know what else I'd like?"
He laughed, a low, wicked laugh that made her shiver. "Let me guess."
He licked a slow, lazy path up to her earlobe, and then proceeded to whisper in her ear, describing in exquisite detail what was on his mind.
"My, my…" She raised an eyebrow. "You're filthy, Vael. To think that you called me vulgar!"
"Well?" He cocked his head to the side, a questioning look on his face.
Isabela glanced over at Bethany who had gone very quiet. Fenris was watching them with wide, curious eyes, but he, too, seemed a little subdued.
"Later, perhaps. Right now…" She pushed Sebastian's head down. "I'd be perfectly happy if you put that wicked tongue of yours to better use."
He obeyed with a grin, spreading her wide. "And here I thought you enjoyed me talking."
"Oh, I do, trust me." For a second, Isabela wondered whether she should have kept him talking, just to enjoy that marvellous voice of his a little longer, but then he put his mouth on her, and she screamed.
He was good. He was very good, even after all those years he'd gone without. He had her reduced to a writhing bundle of pure need within seconds, his tongue by turns testing and insistent, delving deep inside her one moment, only to withdraw and flick softly against her the next. He took her higher and higher, relentlessly, without a moment's respite, until she was screaming again, totally overcome this time, too far gone to even care what he was thinking.
It took her a while to get her bearings afterwards and, by the time she sat up, yawning a little, Sebastian seemed perfectly calm and collected. Fenris had slunk off, muttering something about wine, and Bethany had curled up on a tattered armchair, looking tired but happy.
So, where do we go from here? She wondered who would make the next move.
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