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Pure Fluffiness…Very NSFW…Because, really, it needed to be done.

The Halla Reborn

Chapter 43

They had managed to make their way from the revelries, although neither could quite understand how they so managed. It seemed as though everyone in the village was determined to offer them their personal congratulations, along with retelling the tale of their rescue of their village.

However, when there was a lull in the activity, when everyone was either enjoying the dancing around the huge bonfire set up in the village's center, or partaking of the vintage wine, Alistair saw his chance. Taking hold of his wife's hand, he pulled her close, whispering loving words, as he slowly and carefully danced her away from the main bulk of the crowd.

Now, they both stood, alone for the first time since becoming husband and wife. Alone in the rooms that had been solely Adela's, but were now theirs. Alistair had insisted that they not lay with one another, even as they always had - simply as friends - until their wedding night. He had been serious about not simply wanting to bed her. She was too special, too important to him, and he wanted there to be no questions about how he felt for her.

And so now they both stood in their room, quiet, each glancing down at their hands or feet, shyly looking up at each other. He nearly snorted with amusement. Just weeks prior they had been kissing and petting with great lust and need. Now they could barely speak beyond the dryness of their throats.

Adela stood before him, still, gazing up into his eyes. She was nervous, there was no doubt. But he was pleased to note that she was not torturing her lower lip, but watched, her face still, eyes searching. Only her twisting hands gave any outwardly sign that she was nervous.

He was nervous as well. Despite the main reason being his own virginity, he knew that, despite the lack of physical evidence, Adela was as virginal as he. However, it was the knowledge that her first time with a man had been of violence made the young man approach her slowly. Kissing and petting out in the wilds with no plan of going any further was one thing; actually moving forward, the consummation of being husband and wife (Alistair realized how he disliked that term) was entirely different.

He smiled down upon his lovely wife, reaching out to pull her against him. Adela moved to him, pressing her lithe body against his. Alistair could feel the heat from her body as she pressed against him, even through the cloth of the wedding clothes they both still wore. Well, he thought, we'll have to correct that.

Her hair had come loose from the careful chignon Leliana had tortured herself over during the many dances the young elven woman had been subjected to. Slowly, he pushed the hair to the side as he reached behind her, carefully working the laces of her dress free. He felt Adela raise her face and press her warm lips to his neck. His heart started beating faster, and then he felt her tongue flick out, and he gasped. Grumbling at her, his hands fumbled, and he heard his wife giggle up at him.

"Careful, my love," he growled at her as he returned his attention to removing her dress. "Or else I'll just have to rip the dress from your body."

A startled gasp greeted that remark, and he grinned as she pulled away from him slightly, staring up into his face. Giggling, she brought her attention back to his neck, kissing and licking to his collarbone. "You do that," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. "And Isolde would be very put out that you ruined the dress."

His retort was unintelligible as he strove to work the laces free while his wife continued tormenting him with tongue and lips, her hands roaming up his back, scraping her fingernails as they trailed back downwards. Despite her lack of assistance, he finally managed to get the dress undone, and he pulled his wife back, his hands upon her shoulders. Dark blue eyes raised to his, and he brought his mouth down to her, kissing her passionately as he pushed the dress from her shoulders, past her breasts, and to her hips.

Her breasts bound only with her breast band, Adela pressed her body back against the hardness of her husband's strong body. Alistair's hands were upon her shoulders, then moved down her back, pulling her still closer into his body. The elven woman raised her slender arms, slipped them about his neck, twisted her long fingers into the thick mass of his hair as the man pulled her up into his arms, holding her slender body against his own, his hands running down her back, skimming down the naked flesh of her torso, to the base of her buttocks, eliciting a slight giggle from her. The kiss intensified, and she opened her mouth, slipping her tongue out, sweeping over Alistair's lips, tasting him. With a tight groan, Alistair swept his wife into his arms and carried her to where their bed stood, gently settling her down onto her back. As their kisses increased in passion, the young man pulled at the dress, pulling it free from her hips, tugging it down her legs. Adela lifted her legs gracefully, her lips never leaving those of her husband's, as she now lay, clad only in her small clothes, upon the bed.

One large, calloused hand slipped over her breast, cupping it gently as one finger slowly rubbed against the hardening nipple. Adela moaned, her breath coming to her in great gasps as she raised her hips and pressed them against the young man's. She could feel the evidence of his arousal though the trousers he wore. Breaking the kiss, she stared up into Alistair's face, feeling the flesh of her lips tingling, her cheeks flushed with heat.

"You are far too overdressed, my husband," she murmured, her voice husky with passion.

Chuckling, Alistair resumed kissing his lovely wife, kissing lightly along her lips, her high cheekbones, and down her jaw. His tongue slipped out to taste the naked skin of her neck, and the elf moaned deeper, pressing her body against him again as his fingers resumed their teasing of her breasts, pinching at the already taut pink nipples through the material of her band. Licking and kissing his way down her neck and throat, teeth scraped along her collar bone, his own arousal becoming uncomfortable. Grinning playfully, he pulled the band free, revealing one taut, perky breast. He gazed at his wife for a moment before he took one hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue lavishing gentle attention around the areola, his lips caressing the soft flesh of her small, rounded breast.

A tight warmth grew in her lower belly, spreading downwards, and she could feel the moisture form between her legs. Growling at her husband, Adela shoved him away as she began her own manic attempts to free him of his own clothing. Grinning at her, Alistair assisted, pulling his tunic over his head. Unable to further restrain himself, he brought his mouth to her breasts once more, teasing them gently with teeth, lips and tongue. She cried out, her back arching, pressing her hips firmer into his own, as his teeth bit down on one sensitive nipple then lightly sucked on it, lathing it with his tongue, before applying the same attention to the other. Almost of its own volition, her body ground itself against the man's clothed erection, pressing her groin against his with abandon. The growl of appreciation that rose in his throat pleased her as her hands roamed down his body to rub against the hard outline of his arousal.

Impatience fueled her next actions. Adela pushed herself away from her husband, kneeling before him as she explored his torso with hands, lips, teeth and tongue. He groaned under the ministrations, capturing her hands and bringing them to laces of his trousers. As her fingers lightly brushed against his erection, he moaned, lifting his head up to her ear, lightly nipping at the sensitive lobe, licking his way along the graceful shell of her ear to the delicately pointed tip. Her fingers, usually so agile and adept, fumbled with the lacings of his pants as she cried out, arching her body as a new wave of pleasure swept over her, pressing her naked breasts to his well muscled chest. She could feel his heartbeat, strong, fast, unsteady, as it matched her own.

Panting, she pulled away briefly. "I told you, husband," her voice held a breathless quality. "Elven ears are very sensitive."

A soft chuckle in her ear as he continued his own ministrations, Alistair responded. "So I have heard."

Finally undoing the stubborn laces, Adela pulled the trousers past Alistair's slender hips, pushing them down his thighs, freeing his erect manhood. Alistair then swept her up, and onto her back, struggling to kick his pants off the rest of the way, both of them laughing as he stumbled forward, his chin in Adela's breasts as he fought against the hold his trousers held. Adela's laughter did nothing to help, and he buried his face in her chest as the pants finally came free. Quickly, he untied the lacings holding her small clothes together, and then pulled them free of her body, leaving her naked before him.

He paused, gazing down at the vision that was his bride. The tightness that had grown in his throat threatened to suffocate him. Never had he seen anything as beautiful as the woman who was now his wife. He scolded himself as he felt himself tremble. She was so tiny…he raised a hand, brushing it lightly over Adela's body, watching as goose pimples formed over her smooth skin. He continued to trace over her flesh, over the smooth unblemished flesh, tracing over the scars she had acquired during their mad mission to save Fereldan from the Blight. He bent down, placing a gentle kiss upon her lips, pulling away to resume his exploration of her body. Alistair categorized each scar, grimacing as he recalled the battles he knew she had obtained the blemishes in. A slight flush spread over her form as he continued his scrutiny of her, and he grinned.

"I love you, my wife," he murmured as he bent down yet again to kiss her.

Adela raised a slender hand, tracing over his forehead, down his cheek, across to his noble nose, down to his chin. "And I love you, my husband." She raised her head to meet his kiss half way, then she placed her hands upon his shoulders, and tugged. With a shout of surprise, Alistair found himself lying face down upon the bed, Adela scrambling away from him. Chuckling, he rolled over onto his back as Adela brought her naked form over his body.

A coy grin crossed Adela's face as she gazed down into Alistair's eyes. He raised a questioning brow to her, but her grin merely widened. Dipping down, she kissed him lightly upon the lips, moving down to his chin, then his neck, moving ever downward, kissing each part of him as she past by. That tightening in his throat moved downward as well, causing a slight tingling in his belly, his erection throbbing as it was pressed against Adela's legs. Then her belly. Breasts. And, finally, he could feel her hot breath upon his thrumming manhood.

He tensed slightly as he felt the cool moisture as her tongue lightly flicked over the tip, causing a moan to escape his lips. He could hear Adela giggle as she increased her ministrations, finally taking the tip of his manhood into her mouth, and slowly work her way down. Maker! Where did she learn this? He had to wonder. And then all thought flew from his mind as he settled back deeper into the mattress and pillow, enjoying the attentions of his wife.

He risked a glance down to her, and found himself staring into her blue eyes, and she quirked an impudent blond brow at him. He watched as she worked on him, moving up and down, but always keeping eye contact. It was too much, and he felt himself explode. Adela gasped and then gagged as she strove to take him all. Giggling, she withdrew, wiping her mouth shyly, her cheeks crimson from what she had just done.

"Now, my love," Alistair crooned as he pushed himself up to gather his wife into his arms, ready to kiss her. "Wherever did you learn such a naughty thing?" He nuzzled her neck playfully.

Still giggling, she arched her neck back, allowing him easy access. "Ah, well…you see. I had a talk with Leliana and Wynne…"

"Wynne told you about that?" He couldn't believe it.

"No, no…ah, Leliana described it in detail. She even suggested the whole eye contact thing." She pushed herself up to gaze directly into Alistair's eyes. "Told me it drove men crazy." She purred this as she pressed her nude form against his, kissing him upon his neck.

A growl was his only response as Alistair pressed her back down into the mattress, his mouth trailing kisses down her face and neck, between her breasts, to her stomach and lower.

"Well," he mumbled between kisses. "I will have to see if I can put to use the advice I received."

She gasped loudly as he made his way through the damp golden curls over her womanhood, his tongue flicking her swollen nub, his hands on each hip, thumbs caressing the smooth skin. As his tongue found her spot, her hips jerked upwards, a cry escaping her lips. He eased her thighs apart further, his head dipping lower as his tongue traced over her folds. A hiss breathed out from between her lips, expanding into a cry of disappointment as he pulled back, gazing down at her. She murmured pleadingly to him to continue, and the young man merely chuckled, bending down to lightly kiss her inner thighs. Trying to get him into the position she wished him to be in, Adela adjusted her legs, but Alistair merely moved along with her.

"You are a terrible tease!" she scolded breathlessly.

Deciding he had tormented her enough, Alistair bent down to her yet again, his tongue resumed the teasing of her nub and folds, and then plunged deeply into her core. His large hands encircled her bottom, holding her in place as he worked tongue and mouth onto her most sensitive area, riding out her bucking and thrusts. Gasping his name loudly, she arched her back, whimpering, as he continued his attentions.

She felt his tongue pull out of her, kissing her lightly before his mouth worked at her nub once more. Her body relaxed somewhat, her breaths coming in panting gasps. With a huge, self-satisfied smile, Alistair kissed his way back up her body, stopping at her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He found himself strangely aroused by the combination of her taste and his. Pressing his legs between hers, he pushed her legs further apart as he rested at the junction of her thighs.

Gazing down at her, Alistair whispered, "I love you," and kissed her again. Her hands rose to travel along his strong, broad shoulders, down his sides, to his narrow hips. She could feel the head of his erection at her entrance. There was a surge of energy, desire, lust and want, and she pushed down to meet him. Reaching down, she grasped him in her hand, her thumb rubbing up the hard length of him, smiling into his mouth as he moaned at her touch. Lifting her hips, she helped to guide him to her entrance, pressing her mouth against his harder. Alistair moaned loudly, pausing to steady himself and gather his breath. Carefully, he pressed his erection at Adela's tight entrance, a groan escaping his lips as he slowly moved forward into her warm moisture, listening with barely concealed pleasure at the whimpers that escaped her throat. He paused, allowing her to acclimate herself to his size. With a nod and breathless gasp of encouragement from his wife, he pushed deeper, burying himself fully into her.

A moan rumbled in her throat, her head tossed back as her back arched. Alistair began thrusting into her slowly, his lips and teeth kissing and nipping her jaw line and lips, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, teasing her tongue as his thrusts grew in urgency and speed. Moaning together, they whispered each other's names, promises of love tumbling from kiss swollen lips. Soon, words were lost as they were driven deeper into a passionate frenzy, Alistair's hips pushing harder into Adela's as she rose to meet each thrust with her own as he invaded deeper into her body. With a growl, Alistair's body tensed as he released his seed deeply into Adela's body. She gasped, pushing herself tightly against him as she met her own climax, her body shuddering against his, her sex tightening and clenching along his length.

Breathing heavily, Alistair pulled himself free of Adela, shifting his bulk to the side of her, enveloping her smaller form in his strong arms. Her lips were parted slightly, her body flushed and sweaty from their exertions, her eyes closed. He brushed a hand along her face and across her eyes, which fluttered slightly. He continued down her chest, to rest upon her belly, his fingers tracing tight circles as he gazed down upon her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she grinned up at him. "Hmmm..." she hummed contentedly, kissing him lightly where his mouth still rested upon her own. "That was rather…nice."

Alistair chuckled into her mouth, pulling back. "Nice?" He quipped, moving away to gaze down into her contented expression. "Well, then, maybe we need more practice."

Nodding her approval, Adela wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back in for a kiss. "Yes, I would have to agree with you, my husband."