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Vhenan'ara	By : Arcanis_Born Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Translations:
Mi bella: Antivan. "My beauty." Endearment Zevran uses for Riel.
Maldita sea todo al Vacío!: Antivan. "Damn it all to the Void!"
Diosa: Antivan. "Goddess."
Da'len: Elvhen. "Little child, or little one."
Mi amor: Antivan. "My love."
Te amo: Antivan. "I love you."
Je t'aime: Orlesian. "I love you."
Ar lath ma: Elvhen. "I love you."
Emma lath: Elvhen. "My love."

Zevran paced outside of Wynne's tent, his mind a horror show of images and sounds. What he did to those slavers - that wasn't what haunted him. What he did was only a short yet well deserved metting out of justice to dregs who had earned their end. A small piece to repay Riel for his failure. Yet it wasn't enough. Nothing ever will be, again.
Sighing, Zevran turned just in time to briefly see a fist headed straight at him.
"You evil asshole! What did you do to her?!" Alistair roared as his punch landed hard against Zevran's jaw.
Alistair had came back to the camp earlier, his feet leading him as per usual back to the fire that they all shared each night. Back to the source of his misery. Despite the evidence he had shown of the assassin's betrayal, Riel had avoided Alistair since leaving Orzammar. So too had all the women, even Wynne. Sten barely spoke much anymore, and Oghren was usually drunk off his arse every evening. Shale - the stone golem who turned out to actually be the soul of a dwarven women - was her usual snarky self.
If Alistair was honest with himself, the only reason he stayed with them was for Riel. To the Void with the mission against the Blight and Archedmon. What he really cared about was keeping Riel safe. Whether that be from Darkspawn, or the duplicitous nature of the assassin elf. Both as dangerous to his Riel in Alistair's mind. Both in sore need of death, as well.
And nothing brought that rage of protection closer than when he saw that assassin carry Riel back into camp a few minutes ago. Both of them covered in blood, with her naked and motionless in his arms…. The elf without even a shirt on! It was obvious that something horrible had happened, and it was obvious that the elf was at the source of it all.
Alistair struck his fist out again, landing solidly in Zevran's abdomen and knocking the air out of him. Another strike against the elf's jaw saw him down on the ground, lying on his back. Yet he didn't fight back. Even when Alistair kicked his metal boot into the man's chest, sending him rolling away, still Zevran refused to even defend himself.
"Alistair! Stop it!" Leliana yelled out, pulling Alistair back from going after Zevran once more.
"He did this, Leliana!" roared Alistair, his face reddened with fury.
"No he didn't!" she screamed back at him. "Blessed Maker, he saved her from slavers you idiot!"
Alistair paused, looking back and forth between Leliana's angry scowl and Zevran's prone body several feet away. His mind working through her words, he growled as he walked over to Leliana. "How is she?"
"I don't know," Leliana answered truthfully.
"What do you mean, you 'don't know'? Weren't you just in the tent with her and Wynne?!"
"Wynne needs me to go get Morrigan. Which I was about to do before I saw you beating up on Zevran for no reason!"
"Why do you need Morrigan? Can't Wynne heal her?"
"There are… complications…"
"What is that supposed to mean?" demanded Alistair.
"Zevran! I need you!" Wynne called out from inside her tent.
Immediately Zevran was on his feet and rushing over to the tent, as agile and sure footed as ever despite the beating he just received. Yet Alistair maneuvered to block his way, refusing to budge. "You're not going in there, assassin!"
"Zevran!" Wynne called again.
Zevran met Alistair hard gaze with his own. "You will let me pass to tend to the Lady Warden or I will do to you what I did to those slavers who harmed her!" seethed Zevran, his hatred for the man plain in his voice.
"By the Fade!" Wynne yelled out a moment before a bright light shot through the fabric of the tent.
"Zevran!" Riel screamed out, sending Zevran ducking around the ex-Templar and rushing into the tent behind him.
Inside, Riel laid crying on the bedroll while Wynne crouched over her, trying futilely to put out the flames that leapt from Riel's body. Not yet at a full blaze, still the fire that seemed born from Riel's very skin burned and singed the blanket that Wynne was using to try and oust the flames. Not caring for his own safety, Zevran knelt down beside Riel and took her face in his hands, forcing her to look up on him.
"Riel! Listen to me! You are safe! You are safe…" he repeated to her, holding her gaze with his own.
The fire that sprang from her body burned everything around her, leaving char marks in the bedroll and blanket that Wynne held. Yet even with touching her directly, the fire that protected Riel did not harm him. It was warm to his skin, however it did not burn his flesh as it tried to do with Wynne's. As it had burned everything that it had touched around her.
"Zevran…?" Riel cried softly, her hand coming up to touch his face.
"I am here, mi bella. You are safe here. Trust in me…" he whispered to her, caressing her scarred cheek with his thumb.
Riel breathed in deeply, her nerves settling as she felt his touch on her. Slowly the flames retreated, going back into her skin and disappearing. Closing her eyes, Riel let herself relax, breathing in his scent and losing herself the feel of his hands on her face. "Stay with me…. please…" she whispered softly.
"I will never leave you, mi bella," Zevran purred, positioning himself so that he laid beside her on the now burned and charred bedroll.
"Why don't you take her back to your tent, Zevran?" Wynne said after a few moments of silence. "The type of healing she needs is not something that I can offer her."
"Will you come with me, mi bella?" he asked, keeping his eyes on Riel.
"I-... I don't want to be seen…" she cried in his hands.
"No one will," Wynne assured. She then gathered her long robes about her and exited the tent.
A small commotion could be heard outside. A jumble of whispers and Alistair's cursing. Then came the sound of feet walking away, leaving behind it a deep silence. Still Zevran kept hold of Riel's face, staring at her as he gently caressed her cheek. When the silence continued and no other sounds could be heard, Zevran leaned in and place a soft kiss upon Riel's forehead.
"I will take you now, if you will allow it?" he asked her. Riel nodded, her eyes glistening. "Do not worry, mi bella. I will be gentle with you."
"I know," she whispered back to him, her voice raw.
Zevran sat up and took her into his arms once more. Then with careful yet sure movements, carried her free from Wynne's tent. Outside the campfire flickered and licked at the wood that fed it, yet it was the only thing that moved in the darkness. Even the stoic forms of Sten and Shale could not be seen as Zevran carried Riel the short distance to their shared tent. Then just as careful as before, he ducked them both side the tent and laid her gently down on the bedroll. One of the bedrolls, it seemed to be. As two now laid side by side upon the ground. Whether Riel had done that herself, or someone else, Zevran didn't know. He only knew that he was grateful for it.
Zevran then reached down to the pile of fabrics at her feet and pulled up a blanket to cover her with. Riel closed her eyes and inched her body closer to his, her small frame trembling despite the added blanket. Zevran wrapped his arms around her, offering her his own heat as well.
Together they laid like that for a long while. With her in his arms, resting with evened breathes and dry eyes. Yet Zevran knew that despite her quietness, she didn't sleep. For too long had he mesmerized her sleeping form to mistake her quiet repose with that of sleep. Not that he blamed her in the slightest. Even with his own deep exhaustion upon him, Zevran didn't fall asleep. Couldn't fall asleep. Not when so many terrible images still flickered in his mind. The memory of her screams echoing still in his ears.
"I believe you," Riel whispered after a long time.
"Hmm?" Zevran answered quietly, confused. "About what?"
"The letter. And Denerim."
Zevran felt his eye cloud, yet he blinked the wetness away. "I would have never betrayed you, mi bella."
"I know."
They were quiet again for a period of time. Each thinking their own thoughts and fighting their own inner nightmares. Riel's mind jumping back and forth between the good memories spent with Zevran and the nightmarish times she had spent at the mercy of others. Thinking of all the things she had lost, and everything that he had gained in return. And then going to the long road ahead of her that she still had to travel. The battle against Darkspawn and the Blight.
With her head pressed against Zevran's chest, listening to the lulling sound of his heartbeat, Riel's mind drifted back to a dream she had a little while ago. Mostly forgotten, aspects of it still clung to her mind. Feelings if not images or real memories. And out of the clouded mess of the barely remembered dream, a soft motherly like voice reached out to her. Speaking to her. Calming her.
You have been through much, da'len. However, your trials are far from over. Things harder than anything you have yet faced still await in the shadows, looking for a weakness to destroy you.
Events sometimes have a life of their own, taking people places that they were never to be. And now that they find themselves there, the only thing that they can do is continue on. To move forward.
When one carries a load meant for several, the weight always seems too heavy to continue on.
A person can live in pain and not wish to cause pain to others because of it. However, a person who has lived without love may wish to love others, but simply just doesn't know how to love.
Sometimes the most powerful things we ever say are never said with words. Sometimes the actions we take - or didn't know that we are taking - speak far louder than the words that we did not say.
Riel thought deeply on the words that echoed to her out of her memory. She couldn't remember who said them to her, yet somehow she knew to trust in them. To lay aside her doubts and her fears. To just simply follow the beating of her heart. The heart she now heard, beating in a steady rhythm from the chest next to hers.
"Zevran?" Riel whispered against his chest.
"Yes, mi bella?"
"I love you."
Zevran pulled her tighter against him, almost squeezing her against his body. She felt his body shake suddenly, small tremors that rocked through him. Fearful that something was wrong, she lifted her head to look up at him. His handsome face was drenched in tears, his honeyed eyes red and swollen from them. The trembling she felt was his quiet sobbing, unable to be restrained despite his best efforts.
"Zevran?" she said softly, lifting her hand up to wipe at his cheek.
Zevran closed his eyes as he felt her touch on his skin. "Forgive me, mi bella. But I do not deserve your kindness. And especially not your love."
"Why do you say that?"
"I have failed you. So terribly, and completely," he cried, opening his eyes to look on her. "Every promise I made to you…. Every oath I swore…. I have failed them all…."
"You promised to always love me. Is that broken now, too?" she asked, her voice wavering.
"No! Never!" Zevran rushed out. "I could never stop loving you."
"Then you haven't broken every promise, have you?" Riel smiled softly.
"But is it enough?" Is my love enough?
"Always, Zevran. Always," she whispered to him before placing a light kiss against his lips.
There was a slight scratching at the tent flap behind Zevran, making him mentally curse. He didn't want to let go of her. Even for just a moment. A dark fear in his mind that the moment that he did, she would come to her senses and see just how unworthy he was to touch her. Yet again the scratching came again, the sound too purposeful to be accidental.
"Maldita sea todo al Vacío!" Zevran hissed out quietly. Sighing, he looked down at Riel. "Forgive me if I have to murder someone," he then stated, placing a quick kiss to her forehead.
Riel giggled softly to herself as he turned from her. Zevran pulled back the tent flap, fully ready to stab anyone who disturbed their peace. Yet no one waited on the other side. In fact, Zevran could not see anyone through the break in the fabric. The only thing that was different was sitting just outside the tent was a large bowl of water, and a folded washcloth.
Again Zevran's eyes looked around, searching for the one person who would have left such an offering. Yet the woman with the cherry-red hair and far too kind of a personality was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, Zevran offered a quiet thank you to her as he brought in the bowl and wash cloth. Testing the water, he was surprised to find it warm to the touch. Smiling, he set it to the side before turning to face Riel again.
Laying down on the bedroll next to him, Zevran stared down at her beauty. So very strong she was. Ready and willing to face down an Archdemon for people who would just as easily hate her as look on her. Risking her life for humans who have repeatedly hurt and abused her for years. Yet still she fought to protect them. To protect everyone.
"Will you let me wash you, mi bella?" he asked her quietly.
Riel nodded her head, her eyes misting as she looked up at him. Zevran smiled softly as he took the cloth and rinsed it in the warm water. He then started with her right hand, washing each finger carefully. When each one was wiped clean, he lifted it to his lips where he placed a soft kiss to each tip.
Gently he moved up her arm, his own eyes misting at the raw skin he found there. Zevran had noticed how she wore stripes of leather wrapped along her arms, yet he didn't feel it was his place to ask her why. Yet looking at the redness now, he inwardly cursed at his inattentiveness. He should have known how she abused herself. Should have stopped her. Said something….
"I felt so dirty…" Riel whispered then, noticing his pained expression as he looked at her arms. "I wanted to wash it all away. The hurt. The pain. The curse of who I am."
Zevran's eyes met hers, a shine building in his honeyed depths. "You are beautiful, mi bella. Just the way you are." Zevran then lowered his head to her arm, placing soft kisses from her wrist up to her shoulder. "No matter what happens. No matter what burdens you undertake. You will always be beautiful to me."
Zevran then repeated his actions on her other hand and arm. Placing soft kisses everywhere he wiped clean. Only stopping to rinse out the cloth every now and then, Zevran washed her clean from all everything that covered her. His cleaning of her more than just a simple wiping down of her skin. Much more than just removing the dirt and blood from her. It was as if he were washing her anew. Cleaning away the darkness that had happened to her in the past. His kisses his seal of acceptance of her. Each press of his lips a new vow. A new promise to her.
With her arms now clean, Zevran shifted himself downwards. Lifting a corner of the blanket that covered her, he set about washing down her leg. His gentle hands caressing her as much as he washed her.
His hands paused over the pink mark in her skin where the arrow had punctured her skin. With the memory of her scream echoing in his mind, Zevran again inwardly cursed. Slowly he bent his head down, his lips brushing lightly against the puckered mark left behind. The scar that will develop becoming an eternal reminder to him of his failure to protect her.
Zevran then continued with his cloth, keeping well below and away from the juncture of her hips. He instead placed his focus on the outside of her thighs and down to her knee, then moving slowly down to her calves and ankles. When her leg was fully washed, he covered it with the blanket once more, then did the same to the other leg. Making sure to keep the cloth from going too high, Zevran washed her down completely with his gently caresses.
Finished with her lower limbs, he covered her again before rinsing the cloth once more. Zevran then shifted himself so that he could once again reach her face. Slowly he ran the cloth down one side of her neck, wiping away the blood that transferred to her from him. The blood of the ones who did this to her.
No… do not ruin this by thinking of them Zevran chastised himself, pushing the thoughts from his mind. Rinsing the cloth, he continued to wipe her down, bringing his mind instead to how lovely she was. Not just how she looked. Everything about her. From her creamy white skin to the way she fought in the heat of battle, to the way she smiled up at him sweetly when he pleased her in some small way. The way she fused inner vulnerability with an iron will stronger than he had ever known. She was everything to him. Everything that he ever dreamed of, and everything that he didn't even know that he wanted.
Wiping down her face, Zevran paid special attention to her lips and smile. Making sure the grime and dirt from her nightmare was gone from her beautiful face. He then leaned down and kissed her softly, taking care to place and pressure on her.
"This reminds me of the last time you wiped me down…" she whispered against his lips, breaking the sweet silence between them. "In the Deep Roads. Do you remember?"
"I remember everything with you, mi bella," he replied softly.
"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about-"
"Shh…. There is nothing to apologize for. You have never done anything wrong."
"I should have told you."
"You would have. In your own time," he assured her, smiling.
"I don't want any more secrets between us, Zevran."
He looked in her eyes, his honey meeting her silver. "Unless it is save your life, I will never keep anything from you. I swear it."
"Zevran," she groaned.
"Mi bella, I have failed you far too many times as it is. I cannot risk you again. I will protect you. Even if you hate me for it."
Riel reached up and ran her fingers along his cheek. "I won't hate you, Zevran. I can't ever say that I won't be angry with you. But I won't ever hate you. I can't." Riel smiled sadly before adding "I've tried."
Zevran then leaned down and kissed her, his lips a gentle touch on her own. "And I will do my best to keep from ever giving you another reason to try again, Riel."
Riel pulled him down to her, kissing him deeply. Caution screamed in his mind, however, keeping him from pressing himself too much into her. Even as he returned her kiss, Zevran followed her lead for how deep and hard the kiss went, making sure to keep his body from hers. A shiver went through Riel though, causing Zevran to pull back slightly.
"Riel…" he whispered to her, his words lost in throat.
Riel's hand covered his own, bringing it and the cloth he held to her chest. "Clean me, please," she said softly to him, her eyes pleading with his.
Zevran nodded his head before rinsing out the cloth. He then brought the cloth to her chest, wiping away the dirt and grime that marred her skin. Yet he stayed above the line of the blanket, keeping his gently wipes only to the upper part of her chest. However, Riel once more took hold of his hand as she shook her head.
"Clean me, Zevran…" she whispered, bringing his hand down under the blanket to her breast. "Please…." she cried softly, pulling away the blanket that covered her.
"A treasure beyond words…" Zevran softly echoed the words that came to his mind as he looked down on her.
Zevran used the cloth in his hand to wipe across her breast, his eyes latched to her own. Searching, watching, waiting to see any sign that she was uncomfortable or wished for him to stop. Yet none came. So he moved the cloth again, wiping down her other breast. Through the cloth he cupped and felt her, taking a chance to run his bare thumb over her exposed nipple. Instead of shying away from his touch like he expected, Riel instead arched into it. Lifting her back slightly of the bedroll, her eyes showed not fear but love. Love and a need that went deeply beyond just physical caresses and sweet words.
Riel kept her eyes on his as she guided his hand across his chest. Wiping, caressing, and loving her all at the same time. She then moved his hand lower, over her ribs and down to her stomach. Her hand overtop his as they cleaned her skin together. Then down even further, to her hips. Zevran took a moment to rinse the cloth before returning it to her, his eyes not leaving hers. However when she brought his hand down further, over to her pubic bone, Zevran tightly squeezed his eyes shut.
The memory of her underneath that monster…. Unable to move or fight back, totally helpless to what he was doing to her…
"Stay here…. With me…" she beckoned to him, placing a hand on his cheek.
"I should have gotten there sooner…" his voice broke as he whispered to her.
"Wash it away… please…"
Zevran lowered his head, lightly pressing his forehead against hers. With his eyes on hers, he let her hand guide him lower, wiping gently at the juncture between her thighs. The thin fabric of the cloth the only thing separating his hand from her core, Zevran cursed at himself. Cursing at the heat he felt there and how his own body responded to it. The bastard length of his own twitching behind his trousers, something she surely felt against her hip.
Yet again she didn't shy away when Zevran expected her to. Instead she smiled at him, a slow, seductive smile that turned her features even more beautiful to him. Down at her core, her fingers were on his own as they wiped at her skin together. And with a slight movement, Zevran felt her push his fingers past the slit of her core and inside of deep warmth there.
"Riel…. I-" he started, his mind torn between what he knew he should do and what his body wanted to do.
"I need new memories, Zevran… Something to wipe away the feeling of…." she stopped, her eyes misting.
"Are you sure? So soon?"
"The longer we wait, the longer I feel him on me…" Riel cried softly. "I can't let him ruin this. Not again. Not after everything we have shared… Please Zevran. Remind me what love is."
"On one condition, mi bella…" he breathed, staring hard into her eyes. "No regrets."
Riel smiled, thinking back to their second time together. "No regrets," she assured him.
Zevran than kissed her, allowing his passion for her free. The relief he felt with her in his arms mixing with the love he felt for her, feeding the need inside of him. And she returned it all. The passion. The need. The love. Her own love matching the glorious love that bloomed in his chest as he felt her press her body against his.
Riel ran her tongue against his, eliciting a deep moan from him. Smiling against his lips, she did it again, getting another moan. She then left his lips, running her tongue down to his jaw where she placed a playful bite against the bone there. Her fingers danced on his skin, following by memory the swirl of the tattoos that covered his chest.
Hearing his sweet moan in Riel's ears destroyed the memory of the heavy breathing of another. The smell of his need on his skin doing away with the scent of alcohol and foul deeds in her nose. The spices and sunshine pulling on better memories in her mind, keeping her mind focused on where she was instead of where her fears tried to drag her to. The feel of his familiar body pressed next to hers was the final anchor she needed, allowing her to stay fully with him in this one moment.
Yet even with her assurances, Riel felt Zevran holding himself back from her. His hands holding her carefully instead of seeking out to pleasure her. The emotional distance he placed between them cut like a knife into her chest. "Touch me, Zevran…" she pleaded against his neck.
"I-I am afraid too…" he hoarsely responded, hating his weakness yet obeying his promise to not hide things from her.
"Please don't him ruin this… Not this…. Not us…." she whispered, her voice wavering.
Riel took his hand in hers the guided it to her breast. The weight of his palm on her flesh brought out a moan from her lips, her eyes closing. Her small hand then squeezed his, causing him to cup and press his hand into the mound there. Riel's hips moved against his, bringing out his own moan.
She was his goddess
Beauty and love incarnate
Passion and devotion were his gifts to her
He, her ever faithful follower and lover.
The simple truth of it all came to his mind as he felt her begin to writhe against him. He was being a fool, Zevran realized. Holding himself hostage against fears that even she was willing to overcome. And here he was, a coward to them, while once again Riel showed him just how strong and brave that she was.
Blessed gods, I thank you… Zevran prayed, finally allowing himself to break free from his fear and let his passion for this woman through.
Zevran rolled himself over to her, keeping his weight off her yet still covering her body with his own. "I want to love you, mi bella… Will you let me…?" his whispered seductively into her ear.
"Creators yes, Zevran…" Riel moaned, running her fingers along his back.
Zevran licked and nuzzled the skin along her neck, finding delight in how she moaned and held on to him tighter. His hands then skidded down the side of her body, stopping briefly to cup at her breast and massage the flesh there. "You feel so good under my touch, do you know that, mi bella?" Zevran placed a kiss against her collarbone, letting his tongue flick at her skin there. "And you sound so beautiful when you moan for me."
"I like hearing you moan as well," Riel laughed softly before running her nails along his back.
Zevran hissed out a moan, his head lifting up as his back arched. Growling deeply in his throat, Zevran let more of his control slip. Ducking his head back down, he took her breast in his mouth. With a swirling tongue he tasted and suckled at her while she writhed and moaned under him.
His hand then flowed down her body, over her ribs and to her hips. Squeezing her hips gently, his hand then continued further south. Down to her core, where with his expert hands he cupped her. The heat and wetness there invading his sense of touch, causing him to moan in approval.
"You have no idea how good you feel to me, mi bella…" his groaned against her flesh. "Your soft heat… The way your body moves as I touch you…" Zevran slipped a finger past her folds, delighting fully in her pleasured gasp. "Do you know just thinking about you excites me?" he purred before placing another finger into her.
"Zevran…!"
"Watching you everyday, even when you fight… Sometimes after a battle, it is all I can do just to keep myself from taking you. Right there and then…." Zevran smiled smugly as he felt her burst apart in his hands. Her hips bucking and writhing as he massaged her insides with his fingers. "You look so wild. So free. When the battle is over and you stand victorious over your enemies, you are every bit the diosa I see you as."
Riel pulled him to her, kissing him hard and long as he worked her body with his fingers. Her hands drifted down his body, her nails occasionally biting at his flesh as they moved further down. When the came to his hips, Riel pulled the tie holding up his trousers.
"Does my goddess need something of her faithful servant?" Zevran purred to her, a wicked smile on his lips.
Instead of answering, Riel dipped her hand inside his trousers and took hold of him. Zevran hissed out another moan, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "I need you…" she whispered lustfully.
"And you shall always have me…"
Zevran quickly shed the red of his clothing before pulling Riel astride him. Looking up at her, again Zevran marveled at his luck. To find her. To have her. To have her want him just as he wanted her. It was all a miracle beyond his understanding. Yet he would take it. And he would hold on to it for as long as he could.
Riel ran her hands along his chest, her nails finding the swirls of his tattoos. Zevran moaned, his eyes hooded and heavy with desire for her. He then pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply. Down between his legs, his shaft strained and throbbed, yet he would wait for her to be ready for him. To take him into her on her own terms, as he always did.
"Tell me you love me," Riel whispered against his lips.
Zevran took her scarred cheek into his hand, looking deeply into her eyes. "Te amo. Je t'aime. Ar lath ma. In a thousand different ways, and in a thousand different languages, I love you, Riel."
"I love you too…." Riel smiled as she slid down herself onto him. Together they moaned in unison as he filled her.
Bracing her hands on his chest, she began to move, finding a sweet rhythm all her own. Zevran lightly placed his hands on Riel's hips, not guiding her, just holding her as she moved at her own pace. Slowly she rode him, twisting her hips in different ways as she sought her pleasure. It was a delirious torture, feeling her ride him, and one that Zevran loved every moment of.
Suddenly she quicked her pace, her delicious heat grasping and pulling at him as she rode him hard and fast. Zevran felt his eyes roll back into his head, intense pleasure shooting through him with every slide of her body on his. His muscles tensed, a release hanging by a thread just outside of his reach. Pressure building with her every sweet movement, Zevran knew he wouldn't last very much longer.
Riel leaned down and kissed him, her chest pressing tightly against his. Her hand came up to cradle his jaw in her palm as her tongue danced with his. "Thank you…" she then purred against his lips. "Now stop holding back, mi amor. I need your love, all of it," she added, before biting his bottom lip lightly.
"Riel…?"
"I can feel you still holding back, Zevran. Stop. I need all of you. The passion. The love. The fury of your soul as you take me. I'm may be broken, but I am not fragile." Riel kissed him again, her tongue running along his teeth. "Take. Me." The demand on her lips was so much more than it seemed. A declaration of her acceptance of him. An invitation into her heart.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered softly to her. "The ways that I want you…"
"Show me."
With a deep growl, Zevran rolled their bodies over so that he was on top of her. Taking her leg in his hand, he hooked her knee over his elbow as he drove deeply into her. Riel's nails dug deeply into his back as slowly slid out of her, almost leaving her warmth before driving back into her. Again he pulled nearly free from her, then quickly back in, each time feeling as if a bolt of lightning shooting through his whole body.
"More!" Riel screamed out in pleasure, her nails digging so deep in his skin, Zevran begged that she scarred him. To have her mark in his skin caused a devilish pleasure inside of Zevran as he took her.
The build up of the tension came on him quickly. The walls of her inner core latching and releasing on him in perfect unison to his strokes, milking the climax out of him despite how hard he pushed to extend it. Yet he was not alone in his release. Right there alongside of him was his goddess, his name on her lips as her head threw back and pleasure rocked through her body.
Zevran rocked himself inside of her a few times more, losing himself in the bliss of her body under his. Riel's fingers shifted from clawing at his skin to gentle caresses, her fingertips dancing only the skin of his back and shoulders. The delicious feel of it acting as lulling call, pulling him down to her.
"Tell me that you are happy…" he whispered.
"Delirious…." she answered back to him, a lazy smile on her lips.
"Do you regret?"
Riel lifted her eyes to meet his. "Never, emma lath."
Zevran rolled to the side, taking Riel with him. There he wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her body flush against his own. With her there in his arms, and her love for him on his lips, Zevran finally let himself relax and find the peace that she alone gave to him.
Riel smiled against his chest, loving the way he held her after the made love. And not just then, but always. As if she were something incredibly precious. Valuable. Worth something special. When she was in his arms, Riel felt as if nothing in the world was beyond doing. That with him by her side, maybe the suicidal mission she was on might actually be possible. Darkspawn or Archdemon. Slaver or Demons. She could do it.
That maybe winning wasn't just the only option, because she had to.
That with Zevran beside her, maybe winning became possible because she actually could.
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