RP: Neria (NSFW, D/s elements)

[wardenalistair]

Alistair had located food enough for dinner from the kitchens. The supplies there were looking a little low, and they'd been here long enough for it to be clear that the food wasn't replenishing itself. So that was worrisome. They would probably need to start rationing soon, something he undoubtedly should speak to Cullen about. Later.

Back in their room, he set out the bread and slightly mealy looking apples and cheese, and then made the bed, stoked the fire, went wandering through the castle and found a rather large bathtub (big enough for the both of them, he thought, if they squeezed a bit, which would certainly not be the worst thing in the world), which he succeeded in dragging back to their room with more effort than he was keen to admit to. He went and fetched water enough to fill it, figuring Neria could warm it whenever they felt like actually using it.

And then that was pretty much everything distracting he could find for himself to do. He supposed he could go and find Anders, or Sigrun, or even his king self, all of them would be pleasant enough conversation, but then Neria wouldn't know where he was, and he wanted to be here for when she came back. It served the double purpose of letting him know she wasn't back yet as well, so he could go down to those dungeons and stab that old bat in the face, if need be.

He perched on the edge of the bed and folded his hands in his lap and bounced up and down lightly with impatience.

He probably should have just insisted on going with her.

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[heromiyuu]

Neria reached for his chin, turning his head to look at her with one finger. "Keep your eyes up, on my own. Don't look back." and she smiled mischievously as she settled back, watching him almost as if he was her prey.

She could see his arousal darkening his hazel eyes, could see how it stiffed his movements a bit, how he was holding himself, eager for her next order.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair bit his lip. This would, he thought, make it a bit more difficult for him to actually do any kind of scrubbing effectively, and the question of it was clear in his hazel eyes, but he knew better than to dispute the order. He focused his eyes on hers, feeling his way down her leg just with his hands.

It was surprisingly erotic, the feel of her firm muscles under his palms and her eyes intent on him, that smug smirk she was wearing.

He drew in a shuddering breath.

[heromiyuu]

Neria was having a hard time keeping her breath even, especially as his hands moved closer to her upper thigh. Her pulse was jumping on her neck and every time she breathed in, controlling her breathing, the muscles over collarbone twitched.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair's hands reached the inside of her mid-thigh and he could see what they were doing to her, the drag of the cloth and the catch of his callouses against her soft skin. He wanted to tease, drag his fingers even slower across her leg, but she was the one in charge here, and that - that didn't quite fit with his role.

"Ne-" he stopped himself just in time. "Commander?" It was a simple word, but the question was in his eyes and the tilt of his head, the way his hands hesitated to keep moving down. Do you want me to continue?

[heromiyuu]

Neria motioned her hand, a simple and vague gesture, pretending she wasn't feeling everything she was clearly feeling.

"Go on, warden."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair tried hard not to smile, the lie in her gesture obvious, but his lips did twitch in what he was pretty sure was an insubordinate gesture. He ducked his head to hide it, breaking eye contact for a moment before he remembered and jerked his chin back up.

He washed further down her leg, hazel eyes wide, a little afraid she would chastise him for breaking an order. His stomach flipped slightly at the thought, and it wasn't all a bad sort of flipping, either, which was...interesting.

[heromiyuu]

Her eyebrow quirked at his little transgression and he could see the gears on her mind working to find a suitable, a finger tapping the tub. She pulled her leg back, a plan clear on her eyes, tsk'ing.

"An order so simple." she shook her head, disappointed, and she stood up "Hand me my towel. And take your clothes off."

[wardenalistair]

"Yes, Commander."

Alistair hurried to obey, draping the washcloth over the side of the tub, rocking back on his heels and standing to go and fetch the towel from where she'd tossed it aside with quick, jerky movements. He brought it back to her and waited until she took it before he took a step back and reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it off and over his head, tossing it aside. He kicked off his boots and slid his trousers and smalls down over his hips, then stepped out of those too, and faced her again bare, his hands once more tucking themselves behind his back.

And normally he was completely comfortable with any level of undress around Neria, but this was different - he felt more exposed, more vulnerable, then he had in years. His cock, hard and flushed, bobbed up towards his abdomen.

[heromiyuu]

Neria took her time to step out of the tub, only wrapping the towel around her body. When she did so, her eyes were drinking Alistair's naked body, hunger. She placed a hand softly over his chest, pulling back until he fell on the bed, without breaking eye contact. She licked her lips, slowly, kneeling between his legs.

"I'll punish you now. If you move, things will be only more complicated for you. Am I clear?"

[wardenalistair]

Alistair landed on his back in the middle of the bed with a quiet grunt, his eyes glued to her face. Maker, he wanted the warm pressure of her hand back on his chest, he wanted something more than cool air rushing over his naked skin. He wanted her to touch him, wanted - needed - heat and pressure and friction and his cock was practically begging for it, leaking pre-come where it curled against his belly. He whimpered.

And nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Com-Commander," he whispered, his voice cracking.

[heromiyuu]

Neria gripped his cock with one hand, thumb circling his tip to smear pre-come over it. Her other hand rested over his thigh, teasing the skin with her nails before licking his lenght, from base to tip, with one single motion. She took him in her mouth, bobbing her head and following the same motion on the rest of his lenght with her hand, the other hand leaving his thigh to cup his balls. She hummed, eyes locked on his face, her own desire only growing.

[wardenalistair]

That...was not any kind of punishment Alistair had been expecting, her hot, wet mouth on his cock, her hands on his thigh, on his balls, and oh, oh Maker. He keened softly at her touch.

He threw his head back against bed and fisted his hands in the blankets, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fought desperately to hold still, to not thrust up into the inviting heat of her mouth. His thighs trembled with the effort.

[heromiyuu]

Neria slowed the pace, tongue swirling around his tip and pulling out of her mouth with a wet, popping sound. She used her hand to pump him, teasingly placing her thumb over his tip. She climbed the mattress without losing her pace, approaching his ear and whispering with a smile on her face.

"Hence your punishment, warden. You're not allowed to come unless you prove you're a good boy, capable of following my orders." and she left his throbbing cock unattended, pulling away from him and going back to the tub.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair groaned in frustration, his hands twisting in the bedsheets. He lay back panting where she left him, trying to muster the will to follow her, which she inevitably would want even if she hadn't ordered it yet, but it took nearly all his willpower at the moment simply to keep from touching himself.

[heromiyuu]

Neria leaned back in the tub, heels resting on the edge across from her back; she was grinning.

"You only have to say the word, and this ends. It's not hard." the grin widened as she provocatively slipped her hands down her shoulders, slightly squeezing her breasts and further down, were his eyes could not see but imagine, past her curls. A moan left her lips as her fingers worked in her bundle of nerves.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair shook his head stubbornly, his eyes returning to lock on her face. No, no, not yet, Maker, he could last a while longer, he wanted, he, oh.

Words failed him, even in his mind; he knew only the word that would end this, mabari, and one other, and he bit his lip till he drew blood to keep from saying the one he could still pull to mind without effort. Neria.

[heromiyuu]

Neria moaned again, biting her lower lip to stiffen it. The water in the tub moved in waves following the roll of her hips against her own fingers, her head resting on the edge, the column of her neck exposed to him.

He was stubborn, she knew it, and she was happy he played all along. But she wanted him so much she wouldn't be able to tease him much longer, her own willpower wavering. Just a little more and she could reward him.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair focused on her face, the way she bit her lip, the curve of her neck, the line of her collarbone made sharp and clear by the angle at which she had canted her head back, and thought about covering every inch of her skin with his mouth. He groaned, still gripping tight to the bedsheets. His hips rocked fruitlessly against the bed beneath him, doing absolutely nothing at all, but still the urge to rut against something, anything, was too strong to completely overcome. She seemed content to leave him here on the bed and right now he was content to stay, barely capable of thinking of anything else beyond the haze of lust in his mind.

[heromiyuu]

She felt her desire building up and stopped before she could come, with a great effort. Leaving the tub, she grabbed her towel and dried most of the water dripping.

Neria bit her lip watching Alistair bucking his hips, thinking of his weight and pressure over her, his noises and ragged breath. Her fingers trembled when she reached to touch his face.

"Good boy. Now come for you reward." and she stood up outside the bed, smiling when she finally had his attention "Vhenan."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair turned his face into her hand, nuzzling, and he let go of the blankets, his hands twitching. But he still wasn't entirely sure he was allowed to touch, her or himself, and he exhaled noisily and whimpered, "Neria," too lost to remember to call her 'Commander'.

[heromiyuu]

Neria tilted her head with a fond smile, crawling until his side, where she laid. Her hand cupped his jaw again and she kissed the tip of his nose.

"What a vixen I am, turning you into this mumbling mess." she tried to tame his hair back into place, fingers work with delicate gestures "It's over. You can do whatever pleases you."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair curved in towards her, pressing his lips to hers in a sloppy, greedy kiss.

When he pulled back he seemed to have regained at least some power over his voice, because he pleaded, "Touch me, love, please?" His voice was raw, gravelly, and he reached for her hand and guided it to his cock, more tentatively still than he usual.

[heromiyuu]

"Gladly."

Neria kissed him back, moving to straddle his legs, mouth dipping to the tip of his cock. She licked the pre-cum, tasting it, one hand lazily pumping his length. She planted kisses to his navel and sides, breasts hovering his cock in a delicious way before she settled back on her heels, swallowing all she could of him at once. She bobbed back and forth, tongue wrapping and sulking and pressing his cock.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair was reduced to breathy moans and needy noises before she'd even taken him in her mouth again. He reached out, threading one hand gently in her hair, not to hold her down but just to hold on, and then when her lips closed around him, he threw back his head again and groaned.

"Oh, ohh, Ne-neria, love, please..." he begged, writhing slightly, thrusting shallowly into her mouth despite his best efforts.

[heromiyuu]

Neria closed her eyes, dipping her head to accommodate all of him inside her mouth, till the hilt, his tip on the back of his throat now. She ignored the tears on the corner of her eyes, humming and swallowing, a hand cupping his balls again.

Her own wet core pained with his moans, wanting touch, friction.