fadewalk | RP: Alistair (wardenalistair)

Everything was darkness.

The feeling of the cold stone against her skin was the last thing she could remember before the darkness. So much noise, so much destruction, so much pain...

A refreshing feeling ran through her body, different from any kind of healing spell she have ever known. She could hear steps, metal against the stone floor. Was the fight over? She couldn't say for sure, her limbs were heavy, she felt terribly weak and tired. But maybe a little nap could make her feel better... just a little nap.

Neria didn't know how much time had passed when she started regaining her consciousness, slowly drifting out of her dreamless sleep. There was people talking and then there was silence again. Only a familiar warmth grounding her mind to the real world.

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Neria smiled, gasping at the feeling of his strained length against her thigh, her own arousal nearly dripping.

"So... what do you intend to do, hm? I have a few suggestions."

Alistair nibbled at her collarbone and pulled back enough to meet her eyes.

"Pray tell," he smiled, and then his hazel eyes grew slightly more serious. "Anything you want, love."

Neria rolled her hips tentatively, and she guided his hand down her stomach, belly and lower curls, eyes full of want locked on his.

"Just earlier you hand felt like the missing piece of this particular part of me..." she whispered, labored breath from anxiety and desire "I wonder why." she smiled with mischief

Alistair grinned at her, letting her guide his hand. He kissed her briefly and then shifted down on the bed slightly to make the angle easier.

His hand was sure on her skin, and he slipped two fingers between her thighs and dragged them up the length of her slit, gathering the slick there, and then he rubbed maddeningly slow circles around her clit.

She bit her lower lip, trying to stiff a moan, but the motion of his skilled fingers were too much to resist. In fact, she didn't want to resist. He knew her too well to coax the most delicious sounds and noises from her.

And, really, the look Alistair was giving her was positively greedy for any and every sound she made. He fixed his eyes on her face and drank in every expression on her face, and he exchanged the fingers circling her clit for his thumb, traced those two fingers back down between her folds and thrust them inside of her.

"That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you, love."

Neria gasped, surprised with the sudden thrust, hips eagerly meeting his fingers. Alistair was always so sweet, all smiles and pleasantries so his hungry look always had a direct effect on her wet core.

She threw her head on the pillows moaning for him to listen to her, toes curling. She wanted, needed more friction.

Alistair's lips curved, and he arched his fingers inside her and then set a faster pace, fingers thrusting in and out as his thumb drew circles around her clitoris. He lowered his head to kiss the soft skin just below her navel.

"Y-yes, vhenan, don't stop."

She was breathing faster, whimpering and whining, hands gripping the sheets as her body tensed, walls closing around his fingers. She was almost falling from the edge of her pleasure.

Alistair crooked his fingers inside her just so, and stretched up to kiss her, swallowing the noises she was making, his free hand reaching for hers again, his thumb never stopping its movements.

Neria kissed him back, eager, almost desperate and she was cut when her body shuddered, a delightful moan escaping her mouth and turning into a purr.

Alistair kept his fingers moving as she clenched around him, but his movements slowed and eventually stopped completely. He let go her hand and cupped her cheek, peppering kisses across her chin and cheek and brow and nose as her shuddering eased.

She melted in the bed, legs slowly slipping back in place. Smiling and purring, she nudged her cheek on his hand, ears still buzzing a little, fingers and toes slightly numb.

"I can't move." she stated, giddy "Thanks to you and your wicked fingers."

Alistair pulled his hand away from her thighs and wiped it on his trousers, smiling warmly.

"Good," he said smugly. "That was my cunning plan all along, didn't you know - making sure you will stay put and rest."

This was probably an exaggeration, but it sounded clever, so.

"But, what about you?"

Neria reached for his chest, planting a kiss there before wrapping her arms lazily around his waist in a hug.

Alistair considered this for a moment, his lips pursing. He was still half-hard, but there was the issue of hurting her and then he was still wearing his trousers and the fact that he was listing reasons not to meant he probably should just stop. He nuzzled under her chin and moved to flop on the bed beside her, pulling her close.

"Later, love," he murmured. "I would really rather just hold you right now."

"Your call." she snuggled close to him, body melting comfortably by his side "I trust you know where to find me if you change you mind."

Alistair closed his lips over the tip of her closest ear and dragged his teeth along the edge lightly.

He pulled back to snort.

"Like I'm going to stop touching you at any point in the conceivable future," he snarked, lips curling. He snugged his arm around her waist and wiggled slightly until he was comfortable.

Her whole body tensed at his teeth on her ear.

"This... was... mean."

And she poked his ticklish side once.

Alistair huffed, his chest vibrating with laughter at the poke.

"Didn't I tell you I was terribly mean? The whole 'oh, that poor idiot Alistair' thing is totally assumed. Behold my true face!"

He pounced his fingers on the ticklish spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

Neria yelped, laughing and trying to move away from this touch, the arm around her waist making things a little harder. She tried to push him away from her with one free arm, but without success; he was strong and muscular as she was skilled with magic until the last drop of her mana and skinny.

Alistair anchored her with the arm around her waist and changed tactics, switching to trailing kisses down over her shoulder and arm, just light enough to be more ticklish than anything.

Neria pulled her arm back, breathe starting to falter from all the laughing and trashing, finally curling like a ball.

"M-mercy, please."

Alistair stopped his assault and rolled her over onto her back.

"As you wish," he said, smiling, and then he kissed her lips tenderly.

Neria kissed him back, still giggling and trying to catch up with her breath.

"You meanie." she tried to frown at him, but a smile was already forming in the corner of her lips.