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Title: Strangers With Cookies
Chapter Fourteen: "Is this some form of...
mass suicide?"
Rating: M (and then some)

Word Count:

Characters: f!Mahariel/Sten, Leliana/Alistair, Oghren, a
broad, a bar, and a brothel
Summary: Zevran plants an insidious thought
in Sten's head, and Adhara is left to deal with the massive ramifications. Aahahaha,
hehehe, I kill myself.

Sten frowns across the table to where Adhara and the Templar
are singing a horrible tavern song the dwarf and priestess have just finished
teaching them. As the only sober one left at the table, he is also the only one
of them still capable of becoming annoyed at such a spectacle. His
people were wise to forbid frequent drinking.
�King Endrin took Orzammar's royal seat[i]

A gentleman dwarva, with a mighty glower.

He had three sons, all rich, two sweet

And the youngest with aspirations of power.

Good Endrin was a true Aeducan!

With a love for the liquor he was born.

No elf, dwarva, qunari or human
Could outdrink him and yet see the morn!�
Sten closes his eyes when they reach the chorus and the rest
of the bar joins in. Bad enough that the words are barely comprehensible
without hearing them in three keys at once.
�Atrast Vala will ya dance to yer partner

And 'round the floor yer sitter shake!

Isn't it the truth I told ya?�
�Lots of fun at Bhelen's wake!� Adhara and the
dwarf finish with a shriek, and the rest of the drinkers devolve into joyous
shouts.
Parshaara. The Templar has thrown an arm around her
shoulders. He expects her to turn violent, but instead she laughs and calls for
more beer. They cheer as a barmaid in an impractical shirt ambles over in
response to Adhara slamming more coin onto the table.
�Thanks for tonight, 'Dhara,� the Templar slurs, tapping the
rim of his refilled tankard to hers. �Really. And for earlier, with the blood
mages, and for telling me I'm a good teacher.�
Yes. Earlier, when Sten had been ordered to stay at the
estate while she, the Templar, the overbearing mage, and the priestess went to
wipe out a den of the mages they call malificarum. They had all returned
burnt and blood-spattered, and Adhara had goaded the witch into casting at her
to show off her newly-learned training. The witch was now on the opposite side
of the table, glaring darkly at Adhara, clearly displeased that she had picked
up anti-magic skills.
Adhara laughs merrily at her fellow Warden. �How does it
feel to have created a Dalish Templar?�
He shrugs. �Nothing another beer won't fix.�
Sten leans away as the assassin sways over his lap toward Alistair.
�Will another beer also fix your reluctance to be my bedmate, my handsome human
friend?�
The Templar's cheeks redden. �I'll never be that
drunk.�
�Leave him alone, Zev.� Adhara frowns, downs her glass, and
then tugs on Alistair's shoulder. �Come on, dance with me.�
Sten meets his eyes, and the Templar blanches. �What about
Sten?�
�Sten doesn't dance.�
�I do not dance,� he agrees, and soon she is dragging the
Templar into the center of the bar.
The assassin sighs and takes a sip of wine. �Yet my desire
to see him naked remains undiminished.�
Sten's curiosity wins over his certainty that he would be
better off not knowing. �Why are you attracted to the Templar?�
�What's not to like? Nice muscles, excellent lips.� The elf
takes another sip of wine and watches the object of his desire stumble and
nearly knock Adhara over as the music picks up pace.
Sten shakes his head. �That makes no sense. You can't mate
with him, so why do you feel attraction?�
The assassin smirks in a way that Sten has come to associate
with questions he regrets asking. �Ah, but I can!� He goes on to explain the
process with perhaps more detail than is necessary, taking his time to describe
sensations in a voice that makes Sten feel distinctly awkward.
�So you do it for pleasure?�
He nods. �It feels very different from everyday sex.� The
elf's eyes meet his. �Perhaps you will want to try it with Adhara? There is
nothing quite like the sensation of being buried to the hilt within one's
lover, but given your size differences I doubt you've experienced it.�
Sten has not, in fact, which had not bothered him until mere
moments ago.
The assassin turns his gaze to where Adhara is swaying with
the Templar a short distance away. �All the two of you need is a little
guidance. Your lover is certainly built for it,� he muses. �She may have many
sexy qualities, but the curve of her ass is exceptional. Think about
burying your fingers against that soft skin as she rides you and surrounds you
with hot, tight, smoothness. Or perhaps she is on her back with her knees
pulled up, taking all of you into her at your whim. Enticing, no?�
...Vashedan. �We are through talking.�
�As you like.� The elf gives a supple shrug and disappears
into the crowd with a smile that Sten would gladly never see again. Guidance?
No doubt he would gladly volunteer.
Leliana and Oghren are composing another verse to their
maddening song about Orzammar, and so there is little for Sten to do but sit
and watch Adhara dance. Thankfully, after two more songs this seems to bore
her. After goading the priestess into dancing with the Templar, she returns to
straddle Sten's lap and pulls him toward her to give him a deep kiss. This
causes a hush to descend upon the rest of the tavern, and when Sten opens his
eyes he sees multiple drunken faces turned toward them. The range of
expressions present is unsettling; all these months, and the Fereldan lack of
restraint still bothers him.
Adhara rises to her knees in his lap so that she can whisper
in his ear. �Let's get out of here.�
�Very well.� They stand, and she leads him by the hand from
the room after making an obscene tongue gesture at a catcalling city elf.
�Your eyes are bigger than your snatch, knife-ear!� laughs a
nearby human. �You're gonna end up with a limp!�
She splits away from him and has the offending human by the
crotch of his trousers before Sten has finished realizing that 'snatch' is not
a verb. �Your concern is touching! Let me share my pain with you,� she smiles,
and begins to squeeze.
It takes a great deal of talking from the priestess to
prevent a brawl. Gold is exchanged, and Sten picks Adhara up, throws her over
his shoulder, and carries her out of the room before she can cause more
trouble. He expects her to struggle, but instead she laughs and waves goodbye
to the assassin as they leave the tavern.
The dwarf is a bad influence, Sten decides. They never spent
much time in taverns until he joined. At least she ordered them all to remove
their weapons before they went drinking. That was likely the only thing that
kept the human alive and Adhara not slicing her way through half of the City
Watch tonight.
Once they are too far away for her to run back, he lets her
resume moving under her own power. Sten assumes that they will walk back to the
estate, but she drags him around a corner and into an alley and pulls him down
toward her by his shirt collar. They have gotten better at dealing with their
size difference: when he bends to kiss her, she slides her arms around his
neck, and when he straightens she holds herself steady by pressing her knees
into his sides.
Adhara bites at his neck and ears as he eases a hand into
the back of her trousers and holds her against him with his other arm. He knows
by her scent that she is wet and will be impatient for sensation, so he slides
his hand along the soft skin of her backside and plunges his first two fingers
inside of her. She arches and groans, angling him where she wants him, before
thrusting her tongue into his mouth needily.
The elf's words return to him as he closes his eyes and
breathes in her scent and enjoys the feel of her tightening around his fingers.
Smooth, he had said. Tight. He can feel her muscles working as
she grinds against his hand, and the sensation makes him curious. His teeth
seek her neck, nipping roughly, as he withdraws his middle finger, sweeping her
wetness back toward�vashedan, what had the assassin called it? He knows the qunari
term, but the connotations are wrong�her ass.
An oddly suitable word. It sounds like a hiss, or a breathy
exhale. It is a word suffused with the sounds of sex.�
Her nails rake the back of his neck as he presses into her
insistently. An unexpected amount of resistance, and then he eases into
softness and heat. He removes his index finger from her to give himself better
leverage before working his middle finger the rest of the way inside her ass.
She wails and meets his eyes in surprise, but nothing about her body language
tells him to stop. He replaces his index finger with his thumb and compares the
different textures as her pupils dilate and she smiles hazily.
�I take it Zev put some bad ideas into your head tonight.�
�Yes,� he agrees, and thrusts his fingers into her again.
�Any idea what you're doing?� Her voice has a breathy
quality that makes his pulse race.
Sten shakes his head. �He told me it was possible, but that
we would need 'guidance.'�
Adhara scowls until he distracts her with his fingers again.
�H-he would suggest that, the sodding lech.� She pushes down to meet his next
thrust and groans softly. �All the same, you really could hurt me.�
He does not doubt that; she feels incredibly tight
around his finger. �Then what do you suggest we do, kadan?�
Her eyes meet his, and she gives him a sheepish smile. �I've
actually been thinking we could use some help. Our height difference doesn't
exactly make sex easy.�
�True,� he admits. It is frustrating not to be able to kiss
her when they are joined.
�Half the time I can't see you,� she frowns.
�Also true.�
�Alright then, let me down before I change my mind.� She
plants a kiss on his cheek as he removes his fingers from her with a reluctant
grumble.
Adhara straightens her trousers, takes him by the hand, and
leads him back out onto the main road. Walking is by no means comfortable, and
he quickly realizes that they are headed for the docks. He silently recites the
Qun to distract himself until she brings them to a halt in front of a familiar
door. They had driven mercenaries out of here. Sten remembers the smell.
�...The brothel?� Parshaara. He is going to strangle the
assassin.
She laughs. �When you need to learn about uncommon sex, find
the uncommon lovers. In a city this large, someone here is bound to have
serviced a qunari.�
He is about to protest, but she is already striding through
the door and smiling at the woman who insists on calling herself a guildmistress.
�Warden! So glad to see you back!�
�Hello, Sanga,� Adhara smiles, motioning over her shoulder
for Sten to step closer. �I was wondering if you could help me with a problem.�
The human's eyes drift over him. �A big problem, I take it?�
�One could say that.� Adhara crosses her arms. �I was
wondering if any of your craftsmen are used to working with qunari. I could use
a lesson or two.�
�We're not a school, love. I'm not about to let someone just
give up trade secrets because you asked nicely.�
This woman was born to be a merchant. Unfortunate that she
had decided to ply sex as her trade.
Adhara grins at her. �Not even if we each pay the normal
fee? Double price for a hands-on lesson doesn't seem so bad.�
The woman considers for a moment, and appears to understand
what Adhara is suggesting seconds before Sten does. �Right, make yourself
comfortable, and we'll see what I've got. Not sure you'll be able to be picky,
mind. Qunari aren't exactly common.�
�Thanks, Sanga.�
�Ask Conri at the bar for a drink while you wait, eh? You'll
be needing some liquid courage!�
Sten sits beside her at a table while Adhara nurses another
glass of beer and glances around before bursting into nervous giggles. �I can't
believe I'm doing this.�
Strange, since all of this was her idea. �Why?�
She smiles at him. �I don't want you to know why this is
awkward if it doesn't already bother you.�
He shrugs.
�Do you want a man or a woman, if we have a choice?� Adhara
slides a finger along the rim of her glass.
�What would be the point of another woman?�
�...True. A man will be able to tell you how everything is
done from first-hand experience. Thank the Creators for that,� she adds,
downing the rest of the glass. �I'm not interested in women.�
Sanga beckons Adhara over, and Sten follows after her,
staring suspiciously at the line of people smiling merrily at them.
�I've got four for you to choose from,� she tells Adhara.
�Let me know which one you'd like.�
Sten spends a moment wondering that there are male whores in
the line-up before concluding that the qunari who spent their coin here were
likely Tal'Vashoth fiends, whose tastes would naturally parallel the
assassin's. The thought bothers him, but his frustrations with their size
difference bother him more, so he says nothing to Adhara.
�Not the women,� Adhara concludes, turning an eye on the two
men. He assumes that she will choose the elf, but she pauses in front of the
human and stares at his face intently. Sten soon understands why: his face is
heavily tattooed with the pattern of a serpent, its mouth open around his left
eye, coiling down his nose and lips and onto his neck, where it crosses his
shoulder and disappears beneath his shirt. The face beneath the ink seems young
and smooth, and his hair is dark and carefully braided.
Parshaara. If ever a human could pass as an elf.
�Nice tattoo,� she says.
He raises an eyebrow at her and speaks in a soft voice. �Same
to you. How far does it go?�
The whore reaches out and he traces the main line that runs
from her bottom lip down her throat. Sten is certain this action would have
left the human sprawling on the floor had it not been for the effect all the
ale she'd had and his earlier efforts in the alley had on her nerves, but
instead she merely shivers.
�It stops at my breastbone.� She tilts her head and gazes at
his tattoo. �Yours?�
�You're welcome to find out.�
Adhara nods at Sanga, who tells the others to �get back to
work.� Her chosen human grins widely and asks them to follow him down the hall.
Once the door is shut behind them, the whore perches on the
edge of the bed and looks to them both with interest. �So, the two of you are
having some compatibility issues, hmmm?�
Adhara sighs. �I'm short, which causes all sorts of
problems, and on top of that one of our friends gave him the bright idea to��
she cuts herself off. "...I don't want his interest in my ass to end badly
for us."
�Oh, Maker, this will be interesting,� he laughs. �But let's
start small.� He rises, moving toward Adhara. �The three of us are going to
have fun, but first you need to get over that nervousness, love.�
She glares at him. �I'm not nervous.�
The whore grins at Sten. �I can see why you like her. Come
help me undress her, ser qunari.�
Sten crosses his arms. �You can keep me from hurting her?�
He raises an eyebrow. �I can keep you from injuring
her.�
Sten remembers her responses when he sinks his teeth into
her skin and concludes that this is likely for the best. He steps forward and
rests his hands on Adhara's shoulders. �And you are sure about this, kadan?�
She smiles up at him. �As long as you make it worth my
while.�
Parshaara. She still smells like sex. His fingers dig into
her shoulders and he bends for another kiss, which she returns eagerly. She
guides his hands to the bottom hem of her shirt as her teeth nip at his lower
lip, and he removes her shirt fluidly while they break to catch their breaths.
The whore gives an appreciative whistle. �You are one lucky qunari,
ser.� He turns Adhara toward him and removes her breastband himself, gazing at
her exposed flesh with a satisfied smile. �She is absolutely gorgeous.�
Both of them smell like sex. He closes his eyes and
inhales deeply as the whore presses Adhara's back against Sten's stomach. �May
I touch her?�
He nods, and feels her arch against him seconds later. Sten
opens his eyes and finds the whore's fingers at her chest, teasing her nipples
as he continues to stare at her in open admiration. Her head rolls back, and
her gaze meets Sten's. He sees a brief flicker of worry before the whore's
tongue seeks one of her nipples and her eyes fall shut instinctively.
Perhaps he should be feeling possessive. But the whore's
words have made him feel proud of his connection with Adhara. The
assassin's jealousy is a nuisance; this human's compliments are enticing. He
wants the whore to know exactly what he will never have. And from here, he can
watch it happen, and make up for all those times when he desperately wished
that he could see her face when she gasped and groaned.
The whore moves his mouth to her neck, biting and sucking
enthusiastically, and Sten slides his fingers down her back and around until he
has her breasts in his hands. She whimpers, which Sten has learned is a sign to
pinch at her nipples; when he does, both he and the whore are rewarded with a
groan.
Adhara's mouth seeks the human's, and they kiss while Sten
continues to make her moan. She presses backward and grinds against his crotch,
and he feels his thoughts growing hazy. The whore pulls her trousers down,
increasing the intensity of her scent, and Sten leans over and removes her
smallclothes himself while she takes advantage of the fact that his face is now
within reach and twines her arms around his neck, tilting her head back for a
kiss.
...She tastes strange. She smells strange! His
jaw clenches, but she plants another kiss on the corner of his mouth like she
does each night before falling asleep beside him, and he relaxes back into her.
The whore suggests that Adhara undress him, and she agrees
after a glance at Sten for permission. He bends to make it easier for her to
remove his shirt. Once he is stripped to the waist, Sten watches Adhara trace
the line of the snake tattoo with her eyes as it crosses his chest, wraps
around his back, and then returns to his stomach near the ribs before plunging
into his trousers. She falls to her knees before him, sliding her tongue along
the parts of the tattoo she can reach while she unfastens his waistband.
When they are both naked, the smell in the room is so strong
that Sten feels briefly dizzy. Surprising that the whore's scent is not
revolting; it helps that he is very clean. Perhaps so much time in
Ferelden has increased his tolerance for strange smells.
He stares down at them, waiting to see what Adhara will do
next. She glances up at the whore, then turns and looks at Sten over her
shoulder. �Lethallin, you're still dressed!�
Sten is unprepared for them both to rise and surround him.
Adhara pulls him to his knees and makes short work of his shirt while the whore
unfastens Sten's trousers and bites a careful trail along Adhara's neck. Sten
lets his eyes fall shut and listens to her breathing as they continue to strip
him.��
Once Sten is naked, Adhara shoves him backward onto the
floor and begins nipping at his neck and chest. He opens his eyes and watches
the whore caress her back and thighs.
�Tell me,� the human grins. �Do you gag?�
Adhara scowls and wraps her hands around Sten's shaft, giving
him a firm stroke. �What do you think?�
�One never knows,� he shrugs. �With your lover's permission,
I say we work on that first.�
Sten stares at them both, but the words are becoming hard to
follow. The whore uses far too many colloquialisms. Adhara recognizes
the problem and gives the tip of his head a gentle kiss. �He won't mind,
believe me.��
�Then let's get on the bed and save our knees.�
�The bed the human indicates is needlessly large. ...Or,
perhaps not; the three of them fit comfortably, and he does not feel as though
he will fall off the side if he makes a sudden movement. A bed built for three
people would find use in a whorehouse, he realizes.
The whore guides Adhara onto her back, with her head hanging
off the edge of the bed. �Why don't you eat her so she's ready later?� he says.
...Parshaara. What? Thankfully, Adhara pushes her
hips at him pointedly, and he understands. He brings himself to the level of
her hips and buries his face against her happily, relishing the sounds she immediately
begins making.
On the other end of the bed, the whore is now standing,
looking down at Adhara's face and saying something about her tongue. He finds
it impossible to focus on the words. He watches as the whore uncorks a vial and
covers his shaft in a rich-smelling oil, then guides himself into her mouth.
�Tell me when you feel like you're about to gag,� the whore
says, and soon Adhara makes a muffled whimper. He keeps himself still within
her mouth, idly brushing his fingers through her hair, before withdrawing and
thrusting into her again.
Sten closes his eyes and focuses on Adhara's smell, but soon
the sounds of pleasure the whore is making cause him to pause in his attentions
and look up again.
...Parshaara. He can see the whore's cock in her throat
as he thrusts slowly in and out of her mouth. Sten meets the human's eyes
disbelievingly and is answered with a hazy smile. �She's gotten a lot of
practice with you, hasn't she? A man of my size is no problem for her!�
Sten nods and slides two of his fingers inside her,
fascinated by how distant the gasp she makes in return sounds. �How does it
feel?�
�Tight,� the whore gasps. �Swallow for me, girl�oh, Maker.�
He grabs at her hair and thrusts more roughly. Sten moves up her body and takes
her nipple into his mouth while he watches her throat bulge gently once more.
�The trick for the two of you,� the whore gasps, �is going
to be lubrication. If my cock weren't coated in oil, I can guarantee that it
wouldn't be in her throat right now.� He pumps again, and Adhara gives another
muffled moan. �You might be too thick for her to take you this far, but with
practice she could take you all the way against her throat and use her hands
for the rest.�
He pulls out, and Adhara coughs once before moaning again as
Sten flicks his thumb against the bump just above her opening. Her hips buck
toward him, and he responds by adding another finger.
�Maker, her voice.� The whore smiles down at her and moves
his hands to her breasts.
They spend a few moments working together, doing everything
they can think of to get her to moan and thrash against them. Adhara proves as
responsive as ever, and when Sten begins muttering in qunari for her to open
her eyes and look at him, she obeys with a smile.
The whore glances between them with interest. �So I take it
you like to see her face?�
He nods. �And I never can. That is why we are here, is it
not?�
�Y-yes,� Adhara agrees, panting and tightening around his
fingers.
�Well, with your permission, ser qunari, I'll give her a hands-on
demonstration of some positions that will allow you to watch as she enjoys
herself on you.�
�Why not just tell us how they are done and let us
practice?�
He grins. �Because you need to save yourself for the big
ending!�
�I see no reason why I cannot do both,� Sten grumbles.
�Believe me, when you're buried in her ass, you'll be glad
you saved your energy.�
�...Very well.� The whore would know.
He is instructed to sit back on the bed �where he will get
the best view,� and watches suspiciously as the whore pulls Adhara to him. �If
you arrange your legs like this, and lean back, you can��
And then they are joined, and Adhara is grinding her hips
against the whore's. His snake tattoo ripples across his entire body�parshaara,
it ends at his ankle�as he flexes and drives into her. When the whore reaches
forward and traces a thumb down her tattoo, Sten nearly stops them both.
�See?� he gasps. �You'll be able to watch her and reach
her face. She may not be able to kiss you, but if you give her your thumb�� on
cue, Adhara bites down and begins to suck gently on his finger before he
increases their pace and her head falls back with a moan.
He rearranges her again, and again, tangling their bodies
together in positions Sten never would have thought of. But in every one the
whore can clearly see Adhara's face, and judging by the ever-increasing
frequency of her groans, she is enjoying the angles they provide.
She brings herself to climax with her hands locked in the
whore's, partially supported by his legs as she rides him. �See? This way she
can't accidentally hurt herself by bringing you too deep!� Sten is torn between
jealousy and fascination at the way her hair is damp with sweat, and how her
voice is growing hoarse. He moves closer, perhaps to stop them�
Adhara is in his lap, plunging her tongue deep within his
mouth. He falls over onto his back, and she arranges their legs like they had
just been shown and bears down on him, taking him into her. The whore runs his
hands down her stomach and rubs at her while she grinds against Sten, eyes
locked on his. Her pace is faster than he is used to, and he realizes with
relief that the whore's advice does seem to have made a difference. He watches
her raptly as she has her way with him, reveling in the groans and sighs she
makes. When they have become harsh, the whore rakes his nails down her back and
bites at her shoulders, goading her on.
Adhara's face is beautiful when she is focused on a goal.
Sten reaches his hand up and smiles as she feels his fingers on her cheek and
sinks her teeth into his wrist. While the whore licks at her ear, she tightens
around Sten, and he feels her come again.
Anaan. Her voice is hoarse, her skin damp, and her
pupils completely dilated when she collapses against his chest tiredly.
�Water,� she manages, and the whore rises to fill a cup for her from the
pitcher nearby.
Sten pulls her hair out of her eyes and untangles it, taking
deep breaths and enjoying how wonderful she smells while she drinks. He licks
at her neck once she has drained the cup and relishes how she pants in
response.
�I'm ready,� she says at last.
The whore hands Sten the vial of oil. �You get to do this
part yourself, my friend. Coat your fingers in that.�
He obeys, rubbing his fingers together and feeling how
effortlessly his skin slides against itself. The scent of the oil mingles
pleasantly with the smell of sex, and he takes a moment to savor it as the
whore directs Adhara onto her knees.
�Start working it into her,� the whore tells Sten, and after
a moment's thought Sten realizes what he means. His finger presses against her
ass, sliding the oil along her skin. He pushes into her effortlessly in
comparison to earlier in the alley and is rewarded by Adhara gasping and
tossing her head. When she has relaxed against him sufficiently, he adds
another finger, and then a third until the entire area is slick with oil and
nearly frictionless.
�Now your cock.�
Sten moves to tip the vial, but Adhara snatches it from his
hands, applying it to his shaft herself with long, slow strokes. While she
coats him, she groans, and Sten looks down to see the whore's fingers buried
inside her, working the oil further in.
He positions himself according to the whore's instruction,
taking her by the hips and pressing the head of his cock against her oiled ass.
�Deep breath, love,� the whore suggests, running his hand
through her hair.
Sten is almost painfully worried about hurting her, but she
parts around him as he eases into her with slow, steady pressure. Further, and
further, and heat and smoothness and parshaara, the assassin was right�
�Sten,� she groans, looking over her shoulder at him. �Oh,
Creators above, yes.�
�Stay there and give her a minute to adjust,� the whore
murmurs, and Sten fights every instinct that is demanding he thrust harder,
deeper, and enjoy her warmth and tightness and the sounds she would make.
No. He cannot hurt her. He closes his eyes and waits.
Rustling from beneath them. The whore is sliding underneath
Adhara and has pressed his mouth between her legs. Furious lapping sounds
emanate from under her, and she groans and bucks back against Sten.
�Please,� she says. �Move.�
He does. He closes his eyes and listens to the sounds Adhara
makes grow muffled as she takes the whore's shaft into her mouth and begins
sucking in time with Sten's thrusts. All three of them are groaning, and warm,
and tangled, and the whore has latched onto Sten's knees for better leverage
but he does not care.
All that matters is Adhara. How extraordinary she feels around
him, and how extraordinary she is for being willing to do this for him. This
is not normal. This is not required.
The whore's tongue soon has her climaxing again, voice
hoarse from exertion. She begins to slump weakly between them, and so the whore
rearranges them onto their sides where she can rest as Sten continues. The
whore kneels at her head and presents himself to her, and Sten has an
unobstructed view of them both as she pleasures him.
It is an oddly alluring sight. The whore is attractive by Fereldan
standards, and the satisfied expressions Adhara is causing to flicker across
his features make Sten glad because after tonight, Adhara will leave with him,
and the whore will not have her.
�Both of you lean back,� he gasps, and Sten and Adhara obey
out of habit. His back is against the bed and Adhara is atop him, pressing into
his thrusts with gentle rolls of her hips. He lets his hands slide down her
shoulders and arms, enjoying the feel of her skin against his fingers. Then
Sten realizes that the whore is positioning himself to�
No.
Sten reaches out and seizes him by the throat with one hand,
panting angrily. The whore freezes and closes his eyes, appearing intent on
making no sudden movements.
I was wondering if any of your craftsmen are used to
working with qunari. Sten realizes anew that this whore has bedded Tal'Vashoth,
and this new surge of rage causes his fingers to tighten. He is not worthy
of her.
Adhara gasps, and he can hear her voice, but the words are
dulled by his rage. This human presumes too much. She's his. He�
�Kadan,� she manages, wrapping her hands around his
wrist when his fingers tighten further around the human's throat. �Parshaara.
Maraas shokra.�
...When did she learn so much qunari? He ceases squeezing,
but continues to hold the whore still by his neck. �He does not deserve this.�
�You're being foolish. Let him go.� When he obeys, she pulls
the whore toward her and pointedly kisses the marks on his neck.
�He could have squeezed harder,� the whore grins. �I was
just starting to enjoy myself.�
�Hush. Don't tempt him.� She tilts her head and looks up Sten's
chest toward his face. �Let him do what he was doing. I want to try it.�
Sten grits his teeth. This is not normal. He should
not have to share.
�It's my turn to suggest something new,� she insists.
He closes his eyes takes a deep breath, forcing himself to
focus on her smell and the feel of her surrounding him. �Very well.�
...Adhara groans just as he realizes that he can feel
the whore inside of her. Sten grabs her by the hips and thrusts again just as
the human pulls out. He keeps his eyes closed and listens to her gasping and
panting between them, and once they have established a rhythm he comes to a
strange conclusion:
This was a good idea. She is nearly incoherent
against him, and the added pressure from the whore's cock makes her feel even
tighter around him. He takes Adhara by the hips and thrusts upward into her as
the whore holds her still by the shoulders, head bent to lap at her nipples as
they continue. She comes again with an exhausted wail and collapses against his
stomach seconds later.
He knows she will not be able to take much more. Neither
will he, in fact: sweat is running into his eyes, and it feels like the air in
the room is burning his lungs. He buries himself inside her completely with a
groan and hisses as he comes swathed in the feel of her and the strong scent of
sex.
Sten pulls out slowly, careful not to hurt her, and holds
her while the whore's last few thrusts wrest another wail from between her
lips. The human pulls away from them almost instantly and leaves them tangled
on the bed in an exhausted pile, a fact for which Sten is grateful. Adhara
presses against his chest and he curls around her, breathing in her smell and
tidying her hair again.
�Worth it?� she murmurs, eyes sliding shut.
...There are not words. There are not words, and so he asks
the question which will determine whether or not it was worth it. �Are
you hurt?�
She shakes her head. �I'll be sore, that's for sure.�
�I can help with that,� the whore interrupts, and Sten opens
his eyes to find him standing at the edge of the bed. He tosses a vial and a
jar onto the mattress beside them. �Lube and a cooling salve, on the house. You
two are cute.�
�Thanks,� Adhara yawns.
�And you're welcome to stay in here for the night. Sanga
won't mind.�
Good. Sten is not convinced he would have been able to get
Adhara dressed and moved. �You have my thanks,� he says, and sighs in relief as
the door closes and they are left alone in the room.
�That was... enlightening,� he murmurs into her hair.
�Mmmm. And exhausting. Let's not do it again.�
Sten looks down at her in concern. �Did you not enjoy
yourself?�
�Oh, I did.� She gives a tired little laugh and bumps her
nose against his chest. �You're just... more than enough for me on your own, lethallin.�
He runs a hand over her hair and enjoys how those words make
him feel. Mine, his nerves insist, and he has to prevent himself from
pulling her closer.
Mine.

[i]�� To the
tune of Finnegan's Wake:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnegan%27s_Wake
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