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The Trial of the Zevran	By : sexyPineapples Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4537 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter is considerably longer. I have been working on it for a while and I hope you guys enjoy.
Luella set the bottle back on the stool and looked up to find Zevran watching her curiously. She didn’t feel any different. The potion left a sweet aftertaste in her mouth.
Zevran leaned an inch from her face, his lips almost brushing hers. She closed her eyes as the smells of him filled her senses. He was like leather and spices, something from Antiva?
She parted her lips and he breathed against them. She was desperate for the contact.
“You are much too trusting,” he said softly. She opened her eyes and glared at him.
“I don’t know what you have given me, but I’m not dead yet,” she said, “and haven’t you had plenty of opportunities to attack me? Something tells me you’re done trying to assassinate me…”
He frowned at her. “Unfortunately that something is just attraction, and it clouds your judgment.”
She stood up, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “You know how hard it was for me to approach you tonight, and you repay my efforts by making me feel foolish! You’re making me really mad.”
She kicked at his bed but he appeared unphased. “Tell me what you gave me!”
He considered her for a moment, and then said, “Just an aphrodisiac. But I’m a little concerned that you trust others for the sake of trust itself. For instance, would you take a suspicious potion from any of our companions?”
“If I don’t have trust, what do I have?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Anyone could claim to be your ally right now,” he said, his voice lowered. “They could charm you and earn this trust, and then slit your throat in the night. You can never tell with people.”
She took a step back towards the door. “So what are you to me, Zevran?” He stared at her for a moment. She shook her head and reached for the tent flap. “I didn’t come here for you to take your past out on me.”
Zevran swiftly reached forward and wrapped his gloved hand around her wrist. “You are not going anywhere, Luella,” he growled. His eyes were fiery and possessive and her heart skipped a beat as he tugged her back to the cot.
She landed harshly on the rough bed, sparks igniting through her body. She wanted him, uncontrollably, but she wasn’t willing to let him antagonize her.
She studied him suspiciously, shifting her weight on his cot in front of him. He had created an unpleasant tension between them by bantering her and he seemed to realize it now.
Zevran let out a sigh and leaned to a small table at the far end of his tent. Luella hadn’t noticed it until now, but he had a large collection of potions, vials and ingredients spread out on it. He also had a collection of traps and metal gadgets that made her stomach drop.
He checked on what looked distinctly like a set of acid flasks he was preparing. “Now what are you doing,” Luella asked, still annoyed. Zevran pulled his hands back from the flasks.
“Nothing important at the moment, ah…” he turned back to her. His gaze bore into her and she tensed up. She was becoming unsure of whether this was a good idea at all; he made her feel more unstable by the minute, with her emotions flipping every time he said or did something.
He reached a hand to her arm and drew a finger along her skin up to her shoulder. She shivered as he dragged the tip of his gloved finger up and down her skin. “That feels… different,” she breathed. She imagined what it would be like to have his own skin against hers. The gloves seemed to separate them to a degree.
“You might find that a lot of things I do tonight feel different, warden.” He trailed his fingertip up to her face and across her lower lip and she drew in her breath, keeping her eyes on him. “Tell me, what experience have you had with others?”
“Is this the time to talk about that?”
He tugged at her lower lip with his fingers, his eyes hardening on her face, and smirked when she gasped. “I can get the information out of you one way or another. You could come willingly and tell me what I wish to know, or leave me to use alternative methods. I assure you, I am quite practiced.”
She shuddered and pulled away from his hand. “You manage to make torture sound like a good thing.” She bit on her lower lip for a moment, tasting the sour remnant of leather. “I’ve had a couple partners, if you have to know. Nothing crazy, but-“
“Who?” He closed in on her, making the temperature in the tent rise. Why did he want to know these things? She didn’t bother him for this information.
“Well, someone from the circle. There was never much intimacy between people there, with everyone walking on eggshells and trying to focus on their studies, but I got along with one of the templars, and well, you know.”
“Who else?” Zevran moved closer, searching her face. She wondered if he knew how awkward he was making this for her. He probably did it on purpose. “Tell me, who?”
“Well… Alistair.”
Zevran raised his eyebrows. “Hmm… I thought as much. Heh. Two templars then, and you have half our party interested in you. As nearly innocent as you are, you possess a little knack for trouble.”
Luella leaned slightly into the tent wall. Zevran came in closer, leaning partly over her. “However this turns out,” he said quietly, “it will require some clearing up with our companions.”
“I don’t want to think about them right now.”
He brought his face an inch above hers, his body leaning mostly above hers now, and she closed her eyes. She would fall through the back of the tent if he pushed her into it.
“As you wish,” he whispered, and brushed his lips tenderly against hers.
His lips were softer than she had imagined, and plump. She opened her mouth to him, relieved to finally kiss him. He tasted wonderful and sweet, like an extension of the aftertaste the potion had left. Need began to well up in her core.
He pressed firmly into her lips and began to drag her downward underneath him so she was on her back, and he was on his hands and knees above her. She could hardly breath with the excitement.
Zevran covered her hands with his and entwined his fingers between hers. He pushed her hands up above her head, pinning her, and she loved the feeling of it.
She shifted underneath him and tried to wrap her legs around him, but he pushed her legs back down with his own, keeping a distance between their bodies. She wanted nothing more than the weight of his body on top of hers, but he held it back from her.
“You are ever so eager, warden…” he whispered against her lips. She could feel his mouth turn to a grin. “I would like to take my time with you. We have all night, you know.”
Zevran took one of his hands from hers and brought it down to her waist. He dragged the shirt upwards, partly revealing her stomach, and then he ran his fingertips over the skin of her stomach, sending chills through her and causing a stir between her legs.
He brought his hand under her shirt and rested it just underneath the underside of one of her breasts. She froze up, waiting for what would happen next.
“Do you want me to touch you there?” he growled against her lips.
“Yes, of course,” she whispered.
He began trailing his fingers over the suede bra she wore, first touching the underside of her breast, and then moving his fingers in patterns around them. He brought one fingertip to lightly touch where her nipple was and she arched her back up into his touch and tilted her head back so her throat was available to him.
“You are quite sensitive.” In a swift motion, Zevran pushed her shirt up and yanked her bra downwards, revealing her cream-colored breasts in the midst of the fabric and bringing a small yelp from her lips.
He brought both hands to fasten around the stems of her nipples and lightly twirled them around, causing her to push her breasts further to him. Her center began to ache with longing, hoping he would take her soon.
He squeezed his fingers around her nipples hard and pulled on them. “Ohhh!” she cried out.
She put her hand over her mouth and looked at him, nervous that people would be able to hear her. Zevran studied the startled expression on her face curiously, and then pulled on her nipples again, causing her to groan a little. She tried to suppress the sound.
“You are afraid of our companions hearing your pleasure?” he asked, almost innocently. It clearly didn’t bother him, and he wasn’t the one who would feel the stab of awkwardness the next day. “There is a simple solution to this,” he said.
He placed his palms on the bed around her and brought his lips in for a hard kiss, taking over her lips and her senses.
Then he sat up and reached for a bag. After a moment he came back and was fastening some circular object to a leather strap. She caught her breath when she realized what it was, and he brought the ball-gag above her mouth.
“Do you have any objection to this?” he asked, holding it softly against her lips and giving her a chance to reject it. Her clit was starting to leak at the thoughts that were forming in her mind.
“Well this is new to me,” she said, slowly. “It’s so strange looking. It kind of excites me.” He grinned down at her. “Yes, I want to try it for a while. I want you to show me all these things you know.”
Zevran sat on top of her, his legs straddling her, and started to push the ball shaped thing into her mouth. It protruded deep and wide, forcing her to spread her mouth around it. Her eyes widened, looking up at his dark face, and he held it in her mouth for a minute, taking in her expression while she adjusted to the rubbery taste.
He began to wrap the straps around her head, lifting it up, and fastened them behind her curly dark-blonde hair. He let her rest her head back on his pillow and placed his palms on the bed around her head, bringing his head down so his lips were by her ears.
“Now, Luella, you can’t protest to anything I want to do to you.” Her stomach tightened at the menacing sound of his words. “How does that make you feel, knowing that you’re helpless before me?” She was entirely wet. She dug her hands into the fabric of the quilt below her as he started to caress her neck with his lips.
Then Zevran took her shirt and began to pull it all the way upward, requiring her to lift her arms as he took the shirt from her. He unfastened her bra and took that from her too, tossing her articles of clothing aside.
He looked back at her body, memorizing the sight of her pale, heaving chest, her heavy, white breasts, her soft tummy. She shifted a little under his gaze. The light tone of her skin contrasted his weathered, dark skin, and he couldn’t wait to see them paired together.
Zevran moved down the bed so he could tug her boots and socks off. “My, these are miserable,” he said, “I will have to buy you something better to keep the weather out. You leave me with no choice.”
He tossed them by the door and came back up her body to unfasten her belt and rip it from her. She cringed as he took the belt in his hands and considered it. Then he set it on the stool and returned to unfasten her trousers.
He started to drag the fabric of her bland, gray trousers and her beige drawers down her white, curvy legs. He enjoyed the image of unwrapping her dreary clothes from her soft body. She was silky and curvy, and she looked like nothing had touched her skin.
With a final yank, he ripped the pants and underwear from her and tossed them over his shoulder. His face was lit up with excitement as he started to crawl over her naked body, pushing her arms down as he reassumed his previous position over her.
“While I enjoy the sight of you gagged on my bed, this is a very tempting moment to kiss you.” She eyed him, as that was the only response she could give, and he looked like a boy receiving his most desired birthday gift. She would have smiled back if she could have.
He leaned to her ear and nibbled on it for a moment before jumping up and running out of the tent. She sat up. Where had he run off to?
Luella tried to listen. She could hear Zevran negotiating with Sten about something. She leaned towards the tent flap and could make a few words out.
“The warden is supposed to keep watch tonight. What has happened to her?” Sten’s machine-like logic was at work, once again. She could make him a cake later, and he would forget about her absence.
“I know it’s her night duty, but,” Zevran’s voice dropped to a quiet tone she couldn’t make out, and then, “Stools! I need three more!”
He returned a minute later, sure enough, carrying three short stools. What did he need those for?
He flashed his eyes at her. “Why are you sitting up? Getting impatient, my little fox? Lye back down, or else! Down with you!”
She did as he told her and he placed two stools at the foot corners of the cot, and one stool at an upper corner. He moved the contents of his own stool to the table and placed it at the other corner.
“Please place your arms and legs on those, if you will.” He turned his back to her and began working at the table. She gingerly obeyed, spreading her legs wide to rest her ankles on the stools and her arms to do the same.
The folds of her clit were glistening, she could tell, and they were wide open for Zevran to see. He glance back and looked, studying her clit, and looked up at her face. “You are lovely,” he said softly.
He returned to the table and she saw him pouring the contents of, was it an acid flask? into eight tall, frail-looking glass beakers. “I advise you not to move at all,” he said sternly. He placed the beakers on a tray and brought them to her. What was he planning with acid? It was acid, right?
Luella watched the tray, her heart pounding.
Zevran placed two beakers around one ankle on the stool, so if she moved she risked knocking it in any direction, including right on top of her leg. She started to pull her other leg away from the stool, but he was already placing two beakers around that one.
“You will pay dearly if you disobey me, Luella,” he snarled. Her legs were trapped wide, with the threat of flesh-eating acid holding them there.
He crouched between her legs and placed his hand on her thigh. He used his thumb to lightly spread her opening, which she knew was flooded with her moisture by now.
She placed her head back, trying to concentrate on not moving her legs. Moving was precisely what she would have done if not for the beakers, with Zevran prodding at her for the first time. She took a series of deep breaths. Couldn’t he just tie her arms and legs in place?
He stood up and brought the tray to her side. She watched as he placed the beakers on the stools around her wrists.
He stood back and looked at her in this position. “I generally save my acid for torture or interrogation, but it continues to surprise me with its usefulness. This is marvelous fun, yes?” He smirked at her, his eyes glowing in the lantern light. “You don’t want to knock any of those onto your lovely skin, warden. You would find it… extraordinarily painful.”
Zevran lifted up her leather belt and wrapped it around a hand, appraising the material. Luella made a few muffled sounds of protest. She had come straight into his tent and asked for him to do whatever his mind came up with, and this was it.
“Then again,” he went on, his voice lower, “maybe you will discover a thirst for pain. You are, after all, a formidable warrior… well… a fearsome arcane mage.”
He stepped between her legs and brushed his leather-clad knuckle over her clit. She almost jolted as sensation shot through her body.
She could feel the glass of the beakers around her wrists and ankles. The stools felt unsteady. She was teetering on disaster and quickly realizing that Zevran really was as insane as he made himself out to be. If the acid burned her skin off, he might not care at all.
Zevran lightly pinched her clit between two fingers and began to rub them together. She closed her eyes; Maker’s breath it felt amazing. He continued to rub it gently and her abdomen filled with pressure.
Then he removed his finger and she felt the leather strap of her belt resting against it. She opened her eyes and braced herself. Zevran withdrew the belt and then smacked it hard into her pussy with a sharp PHWACK. She let out a muffled cry. Her arms and legs flinched and she could hear the beakers shaking. Her clitoris stung viciously.
He brought his fingers back to her clit and rubbed lightly. She was sensitized by the impact of her belt and her stomach writhed a little.
Zevran pulled the belt back again and smacked it into her, and she flinched. She shut her eyes tight, unable to say anything, still trying not to jerk and knock the beakers over. She really wanted to put her hand between her legs to cover herself.
He placed his fingers on her folds again, rubbing them gently. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. “You are so trusting... Just look at the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into.”
He watched her fiercely as he rubbed her, and the stinging sensation began to fade as his fingers swirled her moisture over her and soothed her. Her chest was quickly moving up and down. “Perhaps this is more than you asked for? I could go wake Alistair if you want someone more… gentle.”
She gulped and shook her head at him. Zevran set the belt on her stomach and crouched between her legs, rubbing her clit more firmly. She wanted to draw her legs back and move around under his touch.
The pain was mostly gone now. She saw his head dip down between her thighs and closed her eyes. He wrapped his hands around her inner thighs to press her open, not that that was an issue, and she felt his breath against her opening. She drew her breath in quickly.
Then she felt Zevran’s tongue swirling around her folds and she almost jerked. He licked her in circles and she breathed audibly as pressure built fuller in her stomach. Then he swiped his tongue up and down, dashing it against the tip of her clit, and she arched her back up, her head flying backwards and the beakers shaking, and she let out a few low, muffled moans. Her mouth was becoming sore around the wide gag.
Zevran lightly bit into her flesh as he prodded a finger at her opening and pushed it slowly inside her. He stroked his finger in and out, keeping the pace slow, and then hooked his finger up to rub against the upper walls of her passage, still circling his warm tongue around her folds and clit.
She felt desperate. Her body began sweating as he penetrated her and stimulated her. Her stomach was curling and twisting inside and she couldn’t contain the moans, save for the gag between her lips. She wanted more contact. She wanted the full length of him inside of her, and she was seeping moisture in front of his eyes.
“This is slightly more pleasant, yes?” he asked, some of the previous menace absent from his voice. She flopped back flat on her back and watched him stroke her and lick her, and then she saw him insert his left forefinger between his sensual lips before lowering it.
She felt his prodding at her anus and accidentally kicked her right leg outward, throwing one of the beakers into the side of the tent. It shattered on the ground, and they both looked at it as it began to sizzle on the ground and fabric of the tent. Her heart jumped at the sight, but her right leg was free.
Zevran looked back to her and grabbed her right leg with his left hand, the one he previously meant to push into her anus. “You’re lucky it didn’t topple onto your leg, or me.” She met his intent stare.
Zevran reached into the bag hidden under the table and withdrew something. He held the object up to display for her. It was a small, glass cylinder with funny curves and ribs. It looked spectacularly clean, but she got the funny feeling she knew where he meant to put it. “You don’t think my fingers are good enough for your little hole?” he asked teasingly.
She meant to tell him that his finger had only startled her, but he was fixed on his new objective.
He turned to his bag and applied oil to the short glass object. Then he was pushing it into the entrance of her anus and she tried to jerk away, but his free hand came down on her abdomen and held her still.
She tried to relax and breathe as he pushed it in. It was thick at the top with concaved curvatures, but it slid into her.
The thick head of it was in half an inch, straining her. Then it pushed past her ring of muscle and popped into place, the thin base of it following and locking inside her. She felt invaded.
Zevran sat back, examining the area between her legs as she adjusted to the width of the object inside her ass.
He stood up with such speed that she almost jumped, and he stood between her legs, his cock straining hard through his trousers.
Zevran leaned forward and rested his palms around her torso on the bed, bringing his clothed manhood uncomfortably close to her wet pussy. She could feel electricity between their groins, and her clit awakened and hardened with the knowledge that he was so close to her.
Taking care not to give her the contact she wanted, he towered over her body and trailed his lips up between her breasts and under her chin. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as he breathed raggedly against her neck.
“Can you see how much I desire you, warden?” His hot breath gave her goosebumps. “It is no minor thing, and for too long I have been struggling with this maddening need.” She whimpered as he slowly ground his hidden cock against her hot pussy. It felt stiff and unrelenting, ready to pin her.
“How badly do you need me, warden?” He reached a hand up and wound it behind her head, into her hair, so that he could angle her face to his. She opened her eyes and his gaze nearly crushed her into the pillow behind her head. “I want to know that you desire me as much as I desire you.”
Zevran reached around and unfastened the strap of the gag. She gasped for breath and then scrunched up her sore mouth to regain feeling.
“Ohhh!” she let out a startled sigh as he pushed his groin into her again. She wanted to take her hands from their still delicate position and pull him in.
He pulled back and she tried to push forward.
“Do you want this?” he growled.
“Yes,” she whispered, readjusting to the freedom to talk. He gripped her nipples and pulled up forcefully, causing her to cry out.
“How much?”
Luella quieted herself again and tried to regain composure, but her face was flushed and she felt unstable. “Very much, Zevran. You know that. Can you get rid of these horrifying acid flasks too?”
He pulled back and lifted the belt from her stomach. “Your words do not indicate the type of desire that I have been so plagued with. I wish to hear you to beg for me.”
Zevran dragged the rugged material of her belt across her stomach and thighs and her breathing grew more uneven. Then he slapped the belt sharply into her thigh.
“Ahhh!” she yelled out. At least it wasn’t her pussy, but it still stung like hell.
He admired the way blood rushed to redden her white skin where the belt hit her. He smacked her thigh again and she let out a strangled cry as she shut her eyes. The beakers inched across the stools as her arms and leg twitched. SMACK. She screamed out and knew that the entire camp would hear her.
He pushed his enlarged cock against her and her clit tingled. Her ass was still penetrated, causing her to feel stiff, but the more he smacked her with the belt, the louder she cried out and the less inhibited she felt, despite her inability to safely move.
Zevran smacked her other thigh and she yelled out, the pain unbearable and horribly arousing. “Do you want me to penetrate you, warden?” Zevran slid his clothed cock up and down her slit and she shuddered, wanting to swallow up his cock with every part of her.
He smacked her thigh again, and this time a moan came out. “Answer me!”
“Yes, Zevran! Please!” she cried. He smacked her thigh. “OOOH!” All she wanted was to feel his hips ramming rough against her where he smacked her with the belt while he filled her up. Her body was burning and her ass tightened around the glass plug while the slit of her pussy tightened. She squirmed as he slid the cloth of his trouser opening up and down her needy opening.
He gripped the joint of her hip and leaned over her, his eyes fiery and dangerous. Her nipples spiked and her skin was hot and clammy.
“Do you want it enough for our companions to hear?” he said, almost inaudibly.
“Yes, Zevran,” she whispered back. Zevran ground his knee determinably into her throbbing clit and she let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan.
Swiftly, Zevran smacked the beakers over and kicked the stools out, causing glass and acid to fly every which direction and causing Luella to retract her limbs and shriek multiple times. She could have sworn that a good amount of the acid must have made contact with her skin, or maybe the sexual arousal numbed her to whatever pain the acid should be causing.
Before she could think of it, Zevran was on top of her, pushing his straining groin between her sore legs, running his hands over her body and digging gloved, possessive fingers into her flesh, the thick curves of her ass, the skin of her arms, her sensitive inner and outer thighs. Heat waves covered her as he ravished her, ripping his own clothes off and devouring her mouth with his hot, desperate lips. His tongue pushed in and penetrated her mouth and she sucked on it lightly and played with it. Her chest felt like it would explode.
In a dizzy haze, she realized that he was naked above her, and his dark, tattooed skin was a beautiful sight to take in. His blonde, straight hair draped over his muscled shoulders that heaved up and down as he panted, looking down at her as she took in his sight and the smells of his arousal.
Luella felt the soft tip of his erection prodding at her opening as he looked down at her and she drew in her breath. His skin was heavenly against hers. She could feel the moisture of his strong chest against her sensitive breasts. He removed the leather gloves from his agile hands and she saw that his fingers were long and artful.
Zevran trailed the bare skin of his fingers and knuckles on her face and around her breasts. Luella remembered that her hands were free and wrapped them around the back of his neck and then into his perfectly groomed head of hair.
She pulled him downward and he rested his magnificent weight into her body, not too large as to crush her, but still significantly larger than she was.
He teased her clit with the head of his penis, moving it up and down and in circles around her sensitive hood and her wet opening. She closed her eyes and whimpered out his name, and he narrowed his eyes on her. It was an agonizing sensation, knowing how close he was to thrusting into her. Her insides ached to be pounded.
Zevran began to lightly push his cock inside her and she opened her eyes. It wasn’t enough, and she dug her fingers into his back to try and get his full length.
“Yes, my dove?” he asked lightly, brushing his lips on her upper cheek as his penis lingered just at the opening.
“Fuck me,” Luella said in a sultry voice. His cock became harder and she ripped into his flesh more forcefully with her nails. What manners of pain would she manage to inflict on him, he wondered. He would have to give her the chance later.
She dug deeper into him as he toyed with her pussy. “Do it,” she said harshly, “before I get mad. I want you to give it to me deep, Zevran.”
He gave her an unbelieving look and then smiled wickedly. “Ahh, where were these words hiding just an hour ago, my goddess? They would have served you well, don’t you think?”
“NOW!” she yelled, narrowing her eyes.
Zevran pulled out in surprise and stared at her red, scrunched up face. Then, gripping hard into her hips, he slammed the length of his cock all the way into her passage and they both gasped. Her damp, red lips darkened and opened enticingly.
He withdrew and thrust in again. The pressure of the glass anal plug and his penis sent her body into another world. She writhed with pleasure and watched the pleasant features of his face.
He thrust in and out, deep and slow, and let her feel his skin against hers. The new intimacy nearly undid her. His skin retained sunlight and was hot to the touch, and the look in his eyes set her insides on fire.
Zevran cupped his hands around her face and brought his head next to hers as he penetrated her. She turned to his long ear and set her lips on it. He shuddered as she moaned in his ear and lightly nibbled on it. Zevran began to make audible sounds of pleasure as well. Having him so close and knowing that he enjoyed it sent her into a frenzy. Luella bit at his throat and kissed his face while grasping for his hair, the back of his neck, his arms and strong back.
Luella heard voices outside the tent and froze. It sounded like Sten was talking to Alistair, and Zevran felt her tense up.
Zevran pulled his head back to study her face. He gave her a predatory grin as he brought his right hand between her legs and massaged her clit, still stroking his cock in and out of her.
The pressure built up fast. She tried to hold her breath while Sten and Alistair spoke outside. The quieter she tried to remain, the more desperate she felt. Her stomach twisted inside as Zevran’s long, experienced fingers pushed her over and she began to cry out.
The anal plug and his cock and his fingers were too much. Her face went red as the pressure built up, and Zevran watched her diligently. The voices outside the tent had quieted and Luella felt the tension in the air of the camp invading the tent.
Her eyes clenched tight and her body shuddered as an orgasm racked through her body. She arched her back up and yelled out, and Zevran wrapped his left arm under the curve of her back to force more volume out of her while drawing out her pleasure with his fingers. Waves of sensation burst through her and he slammed his cock into her, relentlessly, deep, feeding her orgasm and stoking it until it turned on her and began to hurt.
“Too much!” she shouted, her body shaking. “Too much! Ahhh!” Zevran took his fingers from her clit and brushed her matted blonde curls from her face, slowing down his thrusts.
Luella opened her eyes to see his as he continued thrusting in and out of her. He took both his hands and wrapped his fingers between her fingers while making love to her. His face was tight with tension and his mouth sat open.
“You are beautiful, warden,” he said in a hushed, intimate tone.
“As are you,” she replied breathily. Her body felt sweet and full in the aftermath of her orgasm. She squeezed his hands above hers and tightened her pussy around his cock, causing his body to flinch. He smiled at her and the corners of his eyes creased as he narrowed his eyes on her face.
Then his hold tightened on her hands and the muscles on his body clenched as he pounded her with more force and speed. She wrapped her soft, white legs around his sun-kissed thighs and he shouted above her face.
Zevran watched her, his face glowing and holding an expression of agony, moaning and crying out, and then she felt warmth flood into her passage as his thrusts slowed down erratically. His voice was throaty and strained as he yelled. His hands squeezed hers painfully and possessively and she absorbed the sight of him.
He froze for a minute, dipping his head over her shoulder and recovering, and she took her hands from his and wrapped them around his sweaty, hot back.
Luella felt his worn out cock twitch inside of her, and then he pulled out of her, leaving a mess of his seed between her legs and on the bed sheets. He reached down and carefully pulled the glass plug out of her anus, allowing her to relax, and he tossed it in the bag nearby. She regained herself before speaking.
“What about the acid? I’m positive it touched my skin, and yours too.”
Zevran sat himself on his side by her and wrapped his arms around Luella’s body, drawing her front to him. She wrapped her arms between his torso and arms, intertwining their warm bodies.
He looked at her pink face and considered her.
“I have no true intentions to harm you, warden.”
“Oh? I hoped so,” she said, slightly stern.
“The potion I gave you had protective properties, as well as… contraceptive ingredients. If one is cautious, potions can be combined for duel purposes, do you know? I can show you, if you like, when we are more sober of this experience.”
“So the acid flasks would not have hurt me if I chose to move?” she asked.
“No,” he said, his eyes glowing, “but seeing the expression on your face made it worth it. You were immaculately careful; it was very impressive.” Luella frowned at him.
She stirred, trying to sit up in the bed, but his grip tightened on her.
“It is my night duty, Zevran. I do need to go and apologize to Sten…” and hopefully Alistair is not sulking around camp, she thought.
Zevran groaned and released her. “You are so fast to be done with me.” She frowned more. “You will talk to me about this when there is more time? Perhaps tomorrow night! We will both be off the hook from watch duty.”
“Oh,” she said, her features softening, “yes, of course.”
She walked, kind of clumsily, to his wash basin and attempted to clean herself. Broken shards of glass and oozing acid were spread on the dirt ground around the cot and she took care to step around the mess. Zevran sat up in his bed, not intending to put his clothes back on, and watched her clean and dress.
Luella walked to his bed after she dressed and caressed his cheek with her little hands. She smiled at him.
“Thank you for tonight, Zevran. It was really different, and… I feel great, if a little worn out.” Zevran grinned back at her.
“It is one of the many services I offer, and all are at your disposal, warden.” She held his face for a moment, trying not to become re-aroused by the image of his bare chest and his lean arms and legs. She licked her lips and took a breath, then walked out of the tent to rejoin the camp.
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The Trial of the Zevran