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Loghain was at a loss.
He was a Grey Warden now. His life had been spared by the Joining, and he was one of the Enemy.
Well, Enemy no longer, he mused. He sat at the fire, alone in his thoughts, and watched his new companions.
Oghren was drunk off his ass, flirting outrageously with Wynne, who seemed more amused than anything else. The warhound, Sylar, napped next to Sten, who was busy sharpening his enormous blade. Morrigan, Shale, and Leliana were off by the other fire, deeply engrossed in conversation.
And Zevran and the Grey Warden, the pretty elf Lorvaniel, were on the other side of the fire on a pile of blankets, murmuring softly to each other.
Loghain was a little surprised to find that they were lovers. It was very obvious, and as the rest of the group seemed to take no notice, he imagined this was not a new situation. Still, it was odd to think of. He had hired Zevran to assassinate Lorvaniel, and instead of fulfilling his duty, he had joined the Warden, and now they were lovers. He wondered what Zevran’s motivation had been. Perhaps it had been somewhat similar to his own situation; Zevran had been defeated in battle, and as an act of self-preservation, he had volunteered his services rather than be slaughtered. Perhaps Zevran had seduced Lorvaniel as a further act of self-preservation. But somehow, Loghain doubted it. Zevran watched Lorvaniel with eyes filled with lust, and something more.
Loghain shrugged, eyes locked on Lorvaniel. In the past, he had barely noticed Lorvaniel’s looks. She had been a fearsome fighter, graceful and deadly. But now, seeing her without blood-spattered armor, clothed in a tight-fitting shirt and leggings, he was rather astonished to find how attractive she was. Long blonde hair, beautiful face, flawless skin, a figure that couldn’t be more arousing: a perfect hourglass, toned waist bordered by large, firm breasts and perfectly proportioned hips. Long, elegant legs, tiny feet with high arches. She was sensuous, exotic.
As the night went on, the rest of the group retired to their respective tents, and the three of them were left alone by the fire.
Lorvaniel and Zevran were sitting side by side, his arm around her. Zevran glanced at Loghain and noticed his perusal. A small grin flitted across his face, and, raising one eyebrow at him, he slowly leaned towards Lorvaniel and nibbled on her earlobe.
A shudder racked Lorvaniel’s frame, and she turned towards Zevran, who immediately caught her to him and devoured her mouth in a searing, sexual kiss.
Claiming his territory, Loghain recognized, but he couldn’t turn away.
He watched Zevran’s hand fist in Lorvaniel’s hair and pull her backwards, so she lay underneath him on the blankets. Zevran’s lips traveled down her throat and he moved one rock-hard thigh between her legs. She lifted her hips and slowly ground herself against him, moaning as she did so. One of Zevran’s hands disappeared into her leggings, and then she moaned again, even louder.
“You are so wet,” Loghain heard Zevran murmur to her.
“Maybe…” she panted, “…we should go into my tent…”
“Why?” Zevran whispered, and did something that made Lorvaniel arch against him.
“Loghain…” Lorvaniel said, and Loghain jerked to hear his name said in a voice laced with such lust.
“Let him watch,” Zevran said, and slowly slid her leggings down. “I want him to watch.”
Lorvaniel shuddered, and, for the first time, looked over at Loghain. Loghain didn’t look away, but met her eyes, and watched them cloud over as Zevran slid down between her legs, and began licking between her folds. He took a finger and slowly inserted it into her, then began a rhythm, finger thrusting as he licked and sucked. Lorvaniel’s hips began moving, and Loghain watched, fascinated. Her eyes were still locked on him, uncertain but warming to the voyeurism.
Loghain was hard as a rock. How could he help it? This was…just…well, it was unbelievable. Literally. Perhaps he was dreaming, because he’d never in a million years imagined that he would be in this situation.
Zevran moved back up on top of Lorvaniel, and he pulled her shirt off. She was completely naked now, and Loghain’s eyes moved hungrily over her body. Zevran loosed himself from his leggings, and then slowly thrust into Lorvaniel, who arched against him and cried out, eyes closing. Her hips rolled against him.
Loghain was so hard it was painful. He shifted to a more comfortable position and continued to stare. He didn’t think he could have looked away if he’d wanted to.
Zevran lifted one of Lorvaniel’s legs and wrapped it around his waist as he quickened his rhythm. Lorvaniel’s breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. He took both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head, pace increasing, and leaned down to capture her mouth with his. They both moaned as he did something different with his hips, then Zevran glanced up and over at Loghain.
“Want to join us?” he questioned, and smirked.
Loghain started, incredulous. “I…” he began, then stopped, because he had no idea what to say. Zevran was still pinning her wrists above her and thrusting inside of her, and she began to get louder, more vocal. “Oh--God--” she gasped. “Please…I’m so close…”
Zevran looked back down at her and bit his lip. He was pounding into her now, and he hissed, “Yes, that’s it…that’s it…yes, Lori, come for me--”
She arched against him and wailed as she came. Loghain was panting as hard as Zevran, who squeezed his eyes closed and inhaled sharply, keeping up his rhythm. Loghain realized Zevran was trying not to orgasm as well--he was trying to retain his control, prolong his pleasure.
As Lorvaniel collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, languidly, Zevran rolled her over and pulled her up to her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, and she jerked forward before catching her balance and steadying herself. She looked over at Loghain, eyes heated, and that was all it took.
Loghain stood and slowly walked over to them. Zevran was gripping her hips firmly as he drilled into her. Her hair swung in time with his thrusts, and she watched Loghain as he slowly sank to his knees before her.
Zevran reached forward with one hand and gathered her hair into a fist at her neck. He leaned over her and said into her ear, “I want you to take him out.”
She shuddered, and one trembling hand rose to pluck at the laces on Loghain’s breeches. Loghain reached down to help her, and soon he bounced free, hugely hard. He reached down and gripped himself, and started stroking slowly. It was incredibly erotic, watching her completely nude in between the two fully clothed men.
Zevran began to pant again, and he let go of her hair to move both hands onto her shoulders, holding her tightly in place as he began to thrust faster. She pushed back against him and cried out, eyes squeezed shut.
“Take him in your mouth,” Zevran panted.
Loghain watched as Lorvaniel opened her eyes and locked them on his enormous erection. She lifted her hand to replace his, stroking with the same rhythm. Loghain groaned, helpless, as she brought him to her mouth and slowly slid him inside her wet warmth. Her tongue swirled against the bottom of his shaft as she began her own rhythm, and he started pumping his hips in time.
“Good girl,” Zevran hissed, “show him what your pretty mouth can do.”
Loghain gathered her hair in his hand and held it out of the way so he could watch himself sliding in and out of her mouth. She had no trouble taking him deep into her throat, and he sped his hips up.
“Ah--” Zevran gasped, and flung his head back. “Oh, God, you’re so tight…fuck…oh, I’m gonna come. I’m coming--” he groaned, and his face contorted as he tensely hammered into her three more times, then cried out and slowly relaxed. He took a deep, contented breath, then looked up at Loghain with a satisfied smile.
“I think it is his turn, my love,” he said, and withdrew from her. He reclined on the blankets, then pulled her with him, so she lay back against his chest, facing Loghain. Zevran’s hands moved up to cup her breasts, leisurely kneading the supple flesh.
Loghain slowly moved in between her thighs, stroking himself with one hand as the other reached forward to stroke down her abdomen to her core. His thumb sought her engorged clitoris, and he began to rub in circles.
Lorvaniel jerked against his hand, whimpering, head thrown back, eyes closed, then began rotating her hips forward in time with his movements.
“That’s it,” Zevran said softly, and nibbled at her ear. “Does that feel good?”
She moaned and turned her face towards him, capturing his lips with hers and sinking her tongue into his mouth. One of his hands left her breast and came up to lay against her cheek.
As they kissed, Loghain dropped both hands to slide under her ass and raised her off the ground until she was level with him, then plunged all the way into her tight, wet heat.
She made a strangled sound into Zevran’s mouth, then wrenched away, gasping. She stared down at where they were joined, her mouth open, her eyelids heavy, her face flushed.
Loghain pulled almost all the way out of her, then thrust all the way back in, beginning a demanding rhythm. “Look at me,” he said roughly, and watched as her eyes flew up to his face. “I want you to watch me fucking you.” He kept her gaze as he hammered into her. She was unbelievably tight, and so wet and warm he could barely stand it. He was already close to an orgasm. But he wanted to feel her come first.
Zevran slid one hand down Lorvaniel’s torso to her clit and started to tease it. She whimpered and keened as they both pleasured her, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier as her gaze remained locked on Loghain’s tense face, breasts bouncing it time with his merciless thrusts. He moved his hands from beneath her to grip her waist, and marveled at how tiny she seemed under him.
Suddenly, he felt Lorvaniel begin to tense. “Oh my God,” she wailed brokenly. “Ah--”
“Yes,” Loghain gasped, and pounded into her harder than ever. “Come for me…that’s right…”
She arched and cried out, seeking more friction, more pressure. Zevran’s fingers stroked her clit furiously as he rasped filthy things into her ear…God, she was so close…
“Come for me, right now,” Loghain hissed. “Do it. I want it.” He could feel his own orgasm rushing forward, and he growled as he began to tense.
Finally, Lorvaniel clenched around him and screamed, head thrown back and eyes closed.
That was all Loghain needed to let go. With a guttural noise, he seized her hips and ground himself inside her, jerking helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him.
Zevran turned Lorvaniel’s face towards him and kissed her gently. “Sated yet, my love?” he asked, and she moaned softly. “Insatiable minx,” he chuckled.
Loghain sat back and watched as Zevran rose to his feet, effortlessly lifting the naked Lorvaniel in his arms.
“I think it is time for us to retire,” Zevran announced, and smirked at Loghain. “I am sure we have worn her out. And I am certain you will sleep well, no?”
Loghain raised an eyebrow as Zevran turned and carried her off to their tent, leaving him alone by the campfire with his thoughts.
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