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Orlesian Treats

It was a slow day, one Jordan found drab and uneventful. A rare day in Kirkwall, one that left her with nothing to do but sit in the Hanged Man and take shot after shot as she watched Varric play Wicked Grace with several of his fellows. It was interesting to watch the dwarf and his skill work the card game, but it eventually became just as dull. Jordan found herself staring at the grain in the wood of the counter on occasion, counting the grooves and trying to determine how old the tree was before it was chopped down to make the bar. This was the type of day she couldn't stand. There was nothing to do. Anders was at his clinic, busy helping patients. She had already been down there to see if he was just as bored as she was, only to find him unable to even speak with her. Apparently even though Kirkwall was quiet, there were a lot of sick people out there that needed his help.
“But nobody needs mine,” she mumbled to herself. She laid her head on the counter, already feeling the intoxicating effects of the mead as it traveled through her system. If she didn't find something better to do, then Anders wouldn't be too happy with her when she went home. If she would even be able to get home.
“You look bored.” Isabela slid into the seat next to Jordan's. She then took the bottle Jordan had been drinking from and downed a few swigs before calling the bartender to order her own drink.
“That I am,” Jordan said as she took her now nearly depleted bottle of Chasind mead away from her fellow rogue. “And do you always have to do that?”
Isabela smiled at her. “I like getting you all worked up. Gets your attention better.”
“Tapping me on the shoulder doesn't?” Jordan took the last of her bottle and downed it, shaking her head once she was done. “What do you want, Isabela? Please tell you found out something more about that relic. I'm dying to do something today.”
“Unfortunately, no, that's still a bust,” Isabela said as she drank her ale. “But I might have something we can go do that would cure that boredom of yours.”
“Really?” Jordan perked, interested in what Isabela might want to do. Knowing the pirate, it would probably be something Jordan would be interested in, but then again... “What do you have in mind?” Jordan said more slowly.
Isabela fully faced her. “We should go shopping.”
“Shopping?” Jordan stared at Isabela dumbfounded. Shopping wasn't really her forte. When it came to that sort of thing, that's what her mother and Bethany were for.
“Yes, shopping,” Isabela continued, seeing the look on Jordan's face. “Come on, it'll be fun! Something us girls can do while the men work. Anders is in his clinic, right? What if we went and got something that would completely knock his socks off? I think he would prefer coming home to that than a drunk you. Am I right?”
“Sure, I guess. But I'm not exactly sure I know what you're talking about. I'm not sure I even want to know.”
“Trust me, it'll be worth it. I just found out my favorite merchant is in Kirkwall, and he's only going to be in the city for one day. And I do plan on visiting him, and you're coming with me.”
“Favorite merchant?”
“Yes, now come on.” Isabela finished her ale then grabbed Jordan's wrist and forced her off the stool. Jordan wasn't sure she was going to enjoy what Isabela had planned, knowing the pirate, it was either going to be fun or Jordan was going to get seriously hurt.
On the way, Isabela explained to her about the merchant. His name was Lucien Gillette, a traveling merchant from Orlais that specialized in women's clothing. He was famous in all of Thedas, going from city to city but only staying for a day. Isabela had encountered him several times in her travels, and always made sure to visit his bazaar whenever he set up shop in the city she was currently in or docking at. Today he was in Hightown, right in the middle of the market area with a crowd of noblewomen standing around, viewing his clothing, styles, fabrics, as well as shouting at one another with the occasional fight breaking out. Jordan felt out of her element. This was not where she liked to be, and she felt exposed being the only woman there not in a fancy dress or clothing. Even living in Hightown, she still preferred her usual Lowtown garb.
“Do we really need to be here?” Jordan asked, not feeling so good all the sudden.
“Yes,” Isabela answered. “Now where is he? Ah, there he is. Lucien!”
“Oh, is zat my Isabela I see?” A man with curly blonde hair stepped out from the crowd of women, going straight over to where she and Jordan stood on the edge. “Isabela, look at you! I'm so glad to see you again.” He went and kissed both her cheeks in the usual Orlesian fashion.
“It's nice to see you too, Lucien. So do you have anything special for me?”
“You know I do. Just last month I was in Rivain and thought of you when I saw zis. Come.” Parting the women, he took both Isabela and Jordan to the center where a large caravan stood. Opening the door, he gestured for them to go in, getting shouts and looks from the other women, wondering why they were unable to step inside. Lucien then closed the door promptly, and smiled at the two women. “Who is your friend, mon chère?”
“Jordan Hawke,” said Isabela.
“Hmm, I don't zink what I 'ave will be good on her, but let me show you what I brought.” He opened a chest and began digging before pulling out a roll of white fabric designed with intricate symbols and presented it to Isabela. “What do you zink, Isabela? Is it not ze most beautiful thing you 'ave ever seen?”
“It is, and I'll go ahead and order two, but I've come to you to help my friend. She would like to see your... Orlesian Treats line.”
“Oui?” He looked over at Jordan with slight intrigue.
“Orlesian what?” Jordan said, not understanding.
“Start pulling them out, Lucien,” Isabela told him. “She'll understand soon enough.”
“Isabela, what are you going to do to me?” Jordan asked as Lucien put away the fabric and went to another chest on the other side of the caravan.
“Not much,” Isabela said innocently. “Just give you a boost with Anders.”
“A boost? Uh... I don't really need a boost with Anders.”
“Are you sure? Sometimes you don't seem satisfied with him when it comes to sex. I know you're a stressed-out woman, and you need to relieve it every now and then.”
“For the Maker's sake,” Jordan heaved, rubbing her face. “Don't you dare start saying Anders isn't a good lover. Because he is! I am perfectly satisfied with him and there's nothing that needs to be changed. So, no, you can't join us. That bed is crowded enough as it is.”
“What makes you think I want to join you?”
Jordan stared at her.
“Alright,” Isabela sighed. “I guess it is pretty crowded with Justice and all... but you know there's nothing wrong with spicing things up a bit.”
“And how would I do that?”
“Just look.”
Jordan turned around to face Lucien and saw the reason why. Her jaw dropped and knew exactly what Isabela was talking about. She then began to smile, liking the idea.
“Now all we have to do is decide which ones,” said Isabela. “Has Anders ever told you what color he prefers you in?”
“Uh... black. Yeah, I believe he told me black was my color.”
“Then we'll start there.”
***
Anders found himself collapsing in a chair, his leather coat having been flung and forgotten on the floor. He sat at the desk, feeling exhausted from the day and wishing Jordan was there, having noticed she wasn't home. It would have been nice to see her after such a long day. He felt sorry he hadn't been able to do anything with her, having seen her standing in the entrance to his clinic, then leaving when she noticed how busy he was. He knew she understood, but he still felt bad. The day had not been the best, but it hadn't been the worst either. He was grateful for that, having mostly taken care of minor incidences. Apparently there was a plague going around Kirkwall, a nasty one that left the sick person dehydrated and malnourished. Taking care of those along with a few broken bones and an infected gash on a woman's leg, left him feeling drained.
We're not done, Anders.
Anders moaned as Justice's voice rumbled in his head. He didn't understand the spirit. They shared the same body, Justice could feel how exhausted he was. What was so important that needed to be done?
We need to finish writing, then we must plan more on what we're going to do about the Chantry.
“Not tonight, Justice,” Anders sighed, placing his face in his hands. “You know what type of day we've had.”
We've been putting it off for far too long. Something must be done!
Anders knew he couldn't fight the spirit, no matter how tired he was, Justice would not relent. Even if he could feel Anders's tiredness, as a spirit, he didn't understand it, nor did he understand that rest was needed. In the Fade there was no rest, no concept of time. Everything happened when it was suppose to.
“I'll sit and write my manifesto,” said Anders. “But first I'm going to relax a little.”
Justice grumbled. If you must. But do not take much time. The evening will not last.
Nor would it last once Jordan finally came home. Anders could tell Justice wanted him to get as much done as possible before she did, otherwise he may not get anything done. Jordan was very good at keeping him from finishing his manifesto, or anything else for that matter.
Standing, Anders made his way out of the bedroom and to the balcony that looked over the front entrance to the house. “Bodahn,” he said seeing the dwarf down below, tending to the fireplace.
“Ah, Master Anders!” Bodahn turned and bowed to him. “Was there something you needed?”
“Do you mind maybe preparing a bath for me?” Anders asked. He still found it a little weird asking Bodahn this, along with a few others things, but the dwarf had assured him he didn't mind. It was all for Mistress Jordan, after all, who had helped him long ago.
“Of course I shall. Let me just fetch my boy, and we'll get the tub ready for you.” Bodahn placed the gate up in the fireplace before he went to find Sandal.
It didn't take them long to get Anders's bath prepared. The room was filled with steam the moment Anders walked in, several towels waited at the edge of the tub, along with a set of clothes he liked to wear in the evening put to the side. Anders striped then emerged himself in the hot water, enjoying the feel of his muscles losing their tension and just how the water felt against his skin. He stayed within probably longer than he should have, getting a nudge from Justice that it was time to get out. Once he was dried and changed in his evening garb, Anders made his way back upstairs to the room he and Jordan shared. Once in, he noticed she still wasn't home, which was starting to worry him a little. He knew Jordan was a night owl, preferring to stay out late, sometimes even all night. He just hoped that when she did come home, she wasn't either injured or inebriated. If she was either of those, then he knew it was because she had been hanging out with Isabela.
Sitting down at his desk, Anders pulled out his pen and ink, along with the parchments that contained his manifesto. Preparing the pen, he found the parchment he had last stopped from and began writing. His writings were a mixture of both his own and Justice's words. The spirit causally telling him what needed to be written, then Anders penning it down in his own words. It was tedious work, seeming almost unending. In the years Anders had been in Kirkwall, he had written several parchments of his manifesto, but only a few were deemed worthy. Others he either threw away all together or had to rewrite, finding they didn't make sense or just didn't sound the way he wanted them to sound.
The candle on the desk was shrinking, slowly giving off less and less light as the evening went on. Anders stopped for a moment and stared at the finished page, unsure if he was happy with it or not. Justice didn't seem pleased, but he wasn't sure if it was because of the page or because he had stopped writing. He rounded his shoulder, feeling a cramp forming in the muscles. He could continue, but he could tell his hand writing was starting to become more sloppy than usual, and his eyes burned with the lids getting heavy. His thinking was slower, and Justice was starting to become more impatient with him.
Anders leaned back in the chair and rubbed his eyes. He blinked them a few times to wet the lens, but nothing seemed to help. He then felt something squeeze his shoulders, hands kneading and rubbing his sore muscles. Anders closed his eyes and hung his head, allowing the delicate, yet firm hands to release the tension.
“Is Justice making you stay up again?” Jordan whispered in his ear. “You look so tired.”
Her speech wasn't slurred, nor was there any whiff of alcohol. Anders turned his head to her and smiled. “He wants me to get this done, but I just can't do anymore tonight.”
“Then stop.” She kissed him on the lips and squeezed his shoulders one more time before backing away. “Besides, I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” He turned around in the chair to see she was holding a small, indistinct black bag. “What were you doing today?”
“Shopping with Isabela.”
“Really?” He stood and chuckled at her, ignoring Justice's complaints. “You don't shop.”
“I know, but it was a boring day. Nothing exciting was happening in Kirkwall. Can you believe that?”
“Maybe not for you, but my clinic was full.”
“Yes, I saw that. But Isabela informed me there was a special merchant in town, so we went and I bought four new outfits. Would you like to see them?” She held up the bag, making Anders wonder. How could four outfits fit into such a tiny bag?
We do not have time for this! Justice boomed in his head. There is still much we must do tonight!
Anders cringed from the loudness, holding his head and fought a little to keep himself steady.
“Hey,” Jordan said calmly as she took Anders's hands. “I think this might be something you need.”
Anders smiled at her, the pain already going away from her touch. “I think I would very much like to see your new outfits. Even if Mr. Hyde doesn't.”
Jordan laughed at his words. It was rare when he used the nickname Isabela liked to give both him and Justice. “Alright, Dr. Jekyll. Why don't you go and make yourself comfortable on the bed and I'll go put on the first one.”
Anders kissed her before he started making his way to the bed. He climbed on and made himself more comfortable. It was rare for him to see Jordan in anything but her leathers and the maroon robe she usually wore when she was home. There was the occasional dress whenever she was invited to parties or salons, but those she loathed wearing. He thought she looked stunning in them, but he really thought she looked stunning in anything. What she had bought with Isabela made him interested, and he sat on the bed, waiting eagerly.
I can't believe you're letting her do this.
Anders sighed. “Please, Justice. We got a page done. I'm too tired to do anymore.”
If you are too tired, then you're also too tired for this. Tell her to stop and we shall sleep, otherwise we need to continue with our plan.
Anders grumbled, not sure what to say to the spirit. In a way he was right, but he also couldn't really say no to Jordan.
“Justice,” Jordan said sweetly as she popped her head from behind the wardrobe curtain. “Why don't you take a break, huh? Besides, this is for you too.” She smirked before disappearing again.
Anders could feel Justice's curiosity, wondering what she meant by her statement. He quieted in Anders's head, a thing Anders was grateful for. Jordan was pretty good at that, getting the spirit to calm and become more interested in what she was doing.
“Are you ready?” she called out from behind the curtain.
“Sure,” said Anders. “Come on out. Let me see.”
“Now promise you won't laugh.”
“Why would I laugh?”
“Remember, Isabela helped me pick these out. I don't know if I'm really all that confident in them.”
“Just let me see,” Anders chuckled. He really needed to see what could possibly make Jordan unconfident.
“Alright, here I come.” She stepped out from behind the curtain, and Anders's jaw dropped.
He stared at her, completely unprepared for what he saw her wearing. It was an outfit none the likes he had ever seen before. It was definitely not one she would wear for fighting, nor would he ever want her to wear it in public. It was white, pure white, and slightly see-through. The fabric was a crisp lace that hugged her body, showing every curve. Thin straps hung from her shoulders, keeping up the triangular pockets her small breasts were settled in. The garment was short, only going to mid-hip with a lacy skirt that went around. Below he could glimpse another white triangle that was her smallclothes. Yet when she turned to give him the full view, there was nothing covering her backside. Just the lacy skirt which sat delicately at the top of her well-rounded ass.
“It's... uh...” Anders wasn't sure how to describe it. All he knew was that he liked it. A lot.
“By the astonished look on your face, I assume you like it?” Jordan played with the skirt, pulling it down and looking a little shy, which wasn't at all her.
“Of course I like it,” he said, making his way to the edge of the bed. “You look amazing! What are you acting like that for?”
“Wasn't sure you would like it,” she said blushing.
“Well I do.” He stood from the bed and went to her, placing his hands on her waist. The fabric under his fingers was silky with a slight roughness to it. Anders could feel Jordan along the curve of her hips and breasts, and he particularly liked it when his hand come to the full fleshness of her backside. He squeezed a cheek, bringing her closer to him, and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her passionately, his other hand running along her waist, enjoying the feel of her in this new outfit. “Yes, I really like it,” he whispered.
“Lucien said you might.”
“Who?” he questioned, backing away from her a little.
“The merchant,” Jordan explained. “He's from Orlais, and makes stuff like this. He calls it lingerie. And theses--” Jordan took her thumb and placed it under the skirt to pull out a thin string that was connected to the smallclothes in the front. “--are panties.”
“I like those, too,” Anders said as he cupped her ass in his hands. He kissed her lips again, mouth making its way down to her neck.
Jordan sighed at his teases and touches, then gently pushed him away. “I was afraid of this.”
“Hmm?” Anders blinked a few times, looking at her puzzled at why she would push him away and say such a thing.
“I still have three more outfits to show you, and after just one, you can't keep your hands off me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No. But how am I suppose to show you the other three if you can't control yourself?”
“Save them for another time.” He went to kiss her but Jordan put a finger to his lips.
“Of course I could always save them for later,” she said. “But I haven't shown you the best one yet. Besides, you need to tell me which one is your favorite.” Jordan took his hands off her and walked back to the curtain and reached behind to pull out what appeared to be rope.
“What's that?” he asked.
“Silk rope. Isabela suggested it. Said I would need it if you got too wild.” Jordan threaded the rope between her fingers, her eyes arousing as they darted from him to the bed.
Anders picked up on what she meant quick. “You want to... tie me up?”
“It'll keep you off me.”
“But I don't want to be off you.” He went over to her and wrapped his arms around her again, burying his face in her neck. “I don't ever want to let you go.”
“I love you too, Anders, but... please?” She flashed the rope in front of him, giving him what he preferred to call kitten-eyes. He really couldn't say no to those eyes.
“Okay,” he finally said, letting her go. “But it won't be for long, right? Just until you show me the rest?”
“And you have to pick your favorite,” Jordan said as she walked him to the bed. At the foot, she removed his shirt and tied the rope around his wrists. Anders then crawled on the bed and sat at the head, making himself comfortable before Jordan tied the ends of the rope to either side of the bedposts, stretching Anders's arms out, exposing his chest. Jordan ran her fingers down his chest and saw as he pulled at the ropes, testing them. They appeared to hold, and he stared at her, slightly annoyed.
“Don't make me stay like this all night.”
“Anders,” Jordan chuckled as she crawled off the bed, giving him a full view of her bust. “Just sit back and relax and enjoy the show.” She then disappeared back behind the wardrobe curtain.
Anders relaxed a little on the headboard, wondering what he had just gotten himself into. He thought about the outfit, and how much he had enjoyed it. He tried to think of what the others would look like, and wondered if they would be similar.
Why are you letting her do this to us? Justice growled, going back to his irritated demeanor. She is doing everything she can to distract us, and you are letting her! This is not productive, and what she is doing does not interest me.
Anders grumbled, feeling the spirit wasn't enjoying anything that was going on. He had felt, however, something from Justice when Jordan showed them her white lingerie, something that felt almost like arousal, but Anders couldn't be for sure. Despite the years they had been bound, he still couldn't read the spirit's emotions at times. They were so different from human emotions, and the ones Justice was good at showing were the more violent ones. Others, such as love or happiness, Justice didn't seem to be able to grasp very well.
“It's a little late to turn back now, Justice,” said Anders. He pulled on the ropes. “I can't get out of this until I decide which lingerie outfit is my favorite on Jordan.”
Then choose the white one and be done with it!
“It doesn't work that way.”
“Maybe he could help you decide,” Jordan said from behind the curtain. “What did you say his favorite color was again?”
Anders looked toward the curtain, seeing her silhouette from the candle light. “Uh, I think it was blue. Yeah, blue. He said that particular color reminded him more of the Fade than any other. I'm not quite sure what he means, considering the times I've been in the Fade, it's always been bland. But the dreams he has seem to have a slight blue tint to them.”
“Then tell me what he thinks of this.” Jordan stepped out from the curtain to show Anders her next outfit. It was blue, bright, nearly royal blue, but slightly off. It was about the same as the white one, fitting her body but not hugging it so tightly. The skirt was slightly longer and loose, the fabric see-through, but this time scattered about it were flower designs. Two large ones were placed provocatively over her breasts, covering them only barely.
Immediately, Anders felt Justice calm. The spirit stared at her through his eyes, ceasing anything he was about to say and becoming fully submissive. Anders knew at that moment Justice wasn't going to give him anymore problems. “He likes it,” he said. “Justice has finally shut up.”
“Good.” Jordan made her way to the foot of the bed again and sat on her knees between his legs. She then began undoing his trousers as Anders shifted a little, yanking on the ropes once more. “I'd say you like it too.” Jordan removed his trousers to reveal the budge growing between his legs, right under his smallclothes.
“I would like you in anything. Naked is the best.”
“Unfortunately, that's not an option at the moment. So do you think this one is better?” She moved off the bed and twirled around. The skirt fluttered above her hips, showing off her exposed cheeks and the dark blue panties.
Anders nodded, not really able to say anything. Justice also said nothing, now sedated in his mind.
Jordan stopped her twirling and winked at him. “I'll go put the third one on now.”
Anders nodded as he followed the bouncing skirt until it vanished behind the curtain.
Relaxing himself more against the headboard, Anders closed his eyes as he waited for Jordan to change. He pictured her in the blue lingerie, continuing her spin but in slow motion. He imagined what she would look like wearing it while fighting, a dazzling jewel on the battlefield, no one able to take their eyes off her. He also imagined what she would look like while underneath him, or on top. All the while, he could feel himself hardening even more. His erection pressing itself against the fabric of his smallclothes, not feeling nearly as nice as Jordan's. He rounded his shoulders, a tightness beginning to form in them as he started to wish he hadn't allowed Jordan to tie him to the bed. He could have controlled himself long enough to let her finish. Hadn't he always?
“Uh hm.”
Anders opened his eyes to see Jordan standing before the bed, a new and provocative outfit gracing her curves. This time it was a crimson red leather corset, squeezing her waist and pushing up her breasts higher than he'd ever seen them before. The corset stopped shortly above her hips with an arch that went over her bellybutton. The matching leather panties below were the same as the others. This outfit he liked very much. It made her look dangerous, domineering, and lethal. He wasn't sure if he should be scared of her or aroused. Yet the way she smiled at him, the way she turned fully around slowly made him more of the latter. Anders wasn't sure how much more he could take. He absently pulled on the ropes, tightening them against his wrists.
“This was Isabela's favorite on me. Said I looked like a fatal attraction.”
“I'd say the same thing.”
Jordan chuckled at him. “This is going to be hard for you, isn't it?” Jordan asked, placing her hands on her hips and jutting one out.
“I'm already hard and waiting for you to be done so you can let me go,” Anders said as he leaned forward and pulled even more on the silk rope.
“I can see.” Jordan stared at the budge between his legs. “And I'll remedy that here in a moment. Just one more to go.” Once again she went behind the wardrobe curtain and Anders was left frustrated on the bed.
He fidgeted, pulling more and more on the rope, wondering how silk rope could be so strong. Maybe if he pulled hard enough, he could break it, but he had promised Jordan he would stay this way until she was done. And that time was approaching. Just one more outfit. One more thing to see her in to tantalize his senses. Once she was done, he would be free, and he already had plans for what he was going to do to her.
“Are you done yet?” Anders shouted, wanting desperately for her to walk out and show him.
“Yes, I'm done. Are you being good out there?” Jordan shouted back.
“Barely,” Anders said as he tugged on the ropes once more. “I'm still trying to figure out how such a delicate fabric can be so--” He was cut off when he saw her. Jordan stepped out in the fourth outfit of the night, and to Anders, was very much the best one.
It was about the same design as the first two, only the color was black. Her breasts were covered by solid black fabric, while the same see-through material as before flowed from below. It didn't cling to her, but was loose, and opened in the front. Its opening started between her breasts, and went out like an up-side-down V, showing off her entire abdomen.
Anders stared at her, unable to take his eyes away. Unable to even think, except that he really wanted to be free from those ropes.
“I think we have a winner,” Jordan smirked as she causally made her way to the bed. “Does this please you?”
“I... uh... Are you going to free me now?” Anders swallowed hard as Jordan crawled on the bed and stopped just between his legs, gently stroking his outer thighs.
“Hmm.” Jordan cocked her head as she looked him over. “You know, I actually like you this way.”
“...What?”
Jordan's smile broadened. “You're trapped. I can do whatever I want to you.”
“Jordan,” Anders said stern. “Come on, you promised.”
“Did I really? Then I guess I take it back.” She curled her fingers around his smallclothes and pulled them down, completely off his legs and tossed them to the side.
“You can't do that!”
“Oh, but I did, and you're just gonna have to deal with it.”
Anders grumbled, then went about really trying to pull himself free of the ropes. He tugged and yanked, but only managed to hurt his wrists as the ropes cut into the skin. He then stopped suddenly and gasped as he felt Jordan brush his length. Her hand wrapped around it and squeezed, pulling it vertical as her thumb rubbed against the tip.
“Jordan...” Anders hissed. He had already been on the edge, her touch nearly pushing him over. He had to take deep breaths in order to control himself.
“Yes, love?” Jordan said as she lowered herself and rubbed her cheek against his shaft and thigh. Her hand pumped slightly, making him moan.
Anders closed his eyes at the feel of her soft skin against him, but quickly opened them when he felt the pain in his wrists. “Jordan... stop...” He was barely able to speak as he desperately held onto the little control he had.
“Stop?” Jordan chuckled, not looking up at him. “That's not our safety word.”
Anders went to try and say something but was cut off when Jordan placed her lips around his tip, her fingers squeezing the base of his shaft as her lips moved down his length. He hissed from the assault, taking deep breaths to keep himself steady as her mouth worked up and down about him. Anders tried to discipline himself, but Jordan was torturous, exhilarating, and he knew she was doing it on purpose. He fidgeted, pulled, trying desperately to keep his determination, but she was doing everything she could to push him over the edge.
Jordan's tongue wrapped itself around his shaft, going around and all over. Her lips sucking in, teeth applying slight pressure to sensitive spots. Her hands worked to tantalize, one circling around his thighs, clamping the base of his length. The other hand squeezing his balls, a finger finding that one spot behind them and rubbing.
It was too much, he couldn't hold back any longer. Not wanting to fight her anymore, Anders let go, feeling his eruption as it entered the back of her throat. He let the sensation wash over him, placing his head back as he took in more deep intakes of air and closed his eyes.
“Don't tell me you're done already,” Jordan purred as she crept up his abdomen. She sat herself atop his fairly limp member. The gesture made him open his eyes and stare at her. She smiled at him, licking the remnants of his seed from her lips while also holding up a string of black fabric. It took him awhile to realize it was her panties.
Anders began to grow hard again as he felt her already wet folds slipping themselves around him. It was intoxicating as he stared into her lustful hazel eyes. He went to wrap his arms around her, to kiss her, but was unable when he felt the ropes dig into his wrists and kept him in place. He had forgotten about them, and the pain cleared his head a little.
“Jordan,” he spoke. “Are you gonna let me go now?”
Jordan threw her panties to the side, then focused on the ropes holding up his arms, looking from one to the other. “Nope,” she said, still smiling. “I don't think I'm done with you yet.”
“Jordan,” he growled, moving around, only to find that now his legs were tied down. He looked around Jordan and saw more silk ropes wrapped about his ankles. When did she do that? He glared back at her. “Let. Me. Go,” he said firm.
Jordan lend in close. “I'll never let you go,” she whispered.
At her words, Anders pushed himself forward all he could, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her hard. Jordan's hands grabbed his face, pressing herself further onto him and combed her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. Their tongues danced and fought each other, dueling in and out of the others mouth. Separating, they both gasped as they struggled for air.
“You know I'm not done,” Anders whispered as he kissed her chin.
“Oh, I know.” Jordan slid slightly up his erection. “You wouldn't be a Grey Warden if you were.”
Anders shuddered from her movement. “But... love. Seriously.” He rattled his wrists and ankles around.
“I was also being serious,” Jordan smiled. She kissed him so he couldn't protest, before lifting herself and glided down upon him.
Anders took in a sharp breath at his involuntary invasion of her. He felt as her smooth, silken walls engulfed him, not stopping until he was fully in, with her sitting on his lap. She sat there for a moment before slowly moving, going back up his length, then down again. It was what he loved, feeling her all around him as she moved, her hands holding onto his shoulders for support. She went slow, rocking her hips back and forth, kissing him gently as she did. It was bitter sweet, as he wanted to enjoy her, but was unable to hold her in his arms. Unable to move his legs and position himself better. He tried to move his hips, to push himself into her as she went down, but he was unable to do even that. Jordan's speed picked up, but it wasn't enough. Never was it enough. Moaning and grunting, he kissed her hard as she fell on him again and again.
Jordan went faster and faster, putting her hands on the back of Anders's neck to get more support as she drove herself upon him. She matched his forceful kisses, biting his lip and pulling, moaning along with him. Her hands going back on his shoulders as her pace peeked. Anders cried as he tried to move, to drive himself even more into her. Jordan slammed down on him, her nails digging into his flesh. When she came, Jordan stopped. Her thighs squeezed all around him as she cried in his ear. Anders groaned with her, his own release being pulled as she drained him of everything. They became heated, sweat running down their bare skin. When the ecstasy within their veins subsided, skin cooling back down, Jordan pushed herself off his chest and took in a deep, satisfied sigh.
“You know,” Anders said as he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was still wearing the black lingerie, the skirt sprawled on his legs, and the straps about her shoulders hanging loose with one breast exposed. “I'm not sure if I should love Orlesians, or hate 'em.”
This made Jordan chuckle.
“Now do you think you could release me?”
“How about... no.”
“Wha...? Jordan!”
Jordan quickly got off the bed and stood before him. “I told you I like you like this. Why should I let you go?”
“Because if you don't, when I get out of these, you will be punished.” Anders's eyes were predatory.
“Oh really?” Jordan said as she stared at him, unafraid. “If that's the case, maybe I should keep you tied to that bed forever. You can't untie the rope yourself.”
Anders then began to laugh.
“What? What are you laugh...ing... at... uh-oh.” To her horror, Jordan saw as Anders's arms fell to his sides, the silk rope about them having been untied. “H-how did you...?”
“Love,” Anders said as he healed the rope burns on his skin. “When at the Circle, I was tied up so many times I quickly learned how to untie a knot with magic.”
“So you're telling me you could have freed yourself the entire time?”
“Yes, but I said I would stay that way until you were done. Then later I was distracted. But now that I'm not...” He moved forward, and Jordan say the rope binding his legs untie itself. He then pounced from the bed. Jordan moved quick, barely evading him. He then chased after her around the room. The both of them laughing.
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