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“I’m a little surprised, Morrigan. Not that you tied one on – I’d be lying if I said I’d never done that. If you’d made me that offer sober, I’d have had you in bed so fast it’d make your head spin. But that’s a rule for me. No drunken affairs.”
Morrigan raised an eyebrow. “Well, I am sober now.”
Daylen paused. “You are, at that.” There was a moment’s pause as he tried to keep the smile off his face. “So…”
“Your tent or mine?”
“Yours first.”
She clicked her tongue. “So sure of yourself.”
Daylen smirked as he shed his gauntlets. “I have nothing to prove,” he said. “I’m just interested in giving you a good time. If you’d prefer something a little more…aggressive, I can oblige.”
Morrigan had a hungry look in her eyes. “Show me.”
Being as skinny as he was meant Daylen didn’t typically have to worry about intimidating people, even with his height, and he generally made an effort to seem friendly and unimposing. Morrigan was over a head shorter than he was, and her eyes widened slightly as he loomed over her, lifting her chin gently before sliding his fingers along her jawline. “This is what you want?”
“Yes.” Daylen didn’t hesitate – he pulled her into a harsh kiss, his arm curling around her waist as she pushed herself up on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He pulsed his magic, lifting her off her feet with ease, and Morrigan gasped against his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist. She had her hands buried in his hair as he kissed along her jaw, her giggle turning into a gasp as he bit down on the soft skin of her neck.
“Bit chilly out here, isn’t it?” he murmured against her neck.
“Yes,” Morrigan mumbled, her eyes closed as his hands roamed her bare back under her cloak. “So cold. ‘Twould be wiser to go inside, would it not?”
Modesty wasn’t the issue. Finding something soft to lay on was. Morrigan managed to shuck her cloak on the way down to the bedroll, and Daylen found himself flat on his back with Morrigan straddling him, Morrigan planting her hands on his chest and slowly rolling her hips as she shed her top. Daylen’s hands wandered across her body, enjoying the softness of her skin and the warmth she radiated.
“To think you claimed you were to be aggressive. I am still very much in control here, am I not?”
Daylen shrugged. “Depends on how you look at it. If you want to be dominated, that’s one thing. If you want to struggle for it…”
Morrigan wasn’t sure how he’d flipped them so quickly, but she was pinned quite thoroughly, his weight pressing down on her and her wrists in his hands, flat against the ground. She squirmed and stretched, trying to wriggle a hand free, but he had her hands pinned.
“You can always get out if you want to,” he said quietly, his lips so close to hers she could feel his breath.
“Why would I want to?” He huffed a laugh, but pulled back when she tried to kiss him. Frowning, she craned her neck up, only for him to pull back further. “Do not be childish!”
“But it’s so fun to frustrate you,” he said, kissing her hard before she could respond. He trailed kisses along her jaw, nipping at the pale skin of her neck before working his way down. Morrigan arched against him, pressing her chest closer to his mouth as he sucked a bruise into her collarbone, and he let one of her hands loose to draw his across her bare back, her own hand slipping into his hair.
He nudged the fabric of her breastband out of the way, wrapping his lips around one nipple and teasing it to hardness. Her legs came up, her thighs wrapping around his torso and her ankles crossing behind his back, and he ground his groin against her, the pressure helping take the edge off slightly.
Morrigan scoffed above him. “Men are so quick to think their penis is the world’s gift to women.”
“In my experience, some view it as the world’s gift to everyone,” Daylen said. “It helps to not take yourself too seriously.” Morrigan laughed as he moved back up her body, her giggle muffled against his mouth as he nipped at her lower lip.
Daylen was still kissing her as he undid the laces to her trousers one-handed, and she helped, unhooking her thumbs into her waistband and shoving her bottoms down all together as he rolled onto his side next to her so he could slip his hand between her thighs.
Daylen brushed two fingers through the damp curls to find her hot, damp, and swollen already. He ran his fingers over her folds, feeling the heat and learning the shape of her, before gently stroking her clit. She groaned into his mouth as his thumb tickled over the tiny nub, his other four fingers coaxing more wetness from her without ever entering her. Morrigan wrapped a hand around his wrist, seemingly less to guide him than to ground herself as he teased her.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Daylen murmured in her ear. “You’re going to come on my fingers, and I don’t want you to be quiet. When you come, I want everyone and everything nearby to know it.” He slid two fingers into her, hooking them upwards as he continued to work her clit, and Morrigan mewled and arched as he brought her closer to her peak, her hips bucking involuntarily into his hand.
Daylen shifted slightly, sliding his free hand under Morrigan’s neck and pulling her hard against him, kissing her roughly as his other hand kept moving with practiced ease to keep her near the edge, but not cross it. “Do you want to come?”
“You seem unable to do it,” she choked out, her face flushed.
“Oh, you want to see it done, then.”
“I have seen little to…” He changed his stroke, and Morrigan broke off, her eyes widening. “Yes!”
“Then come.” She obliged, and came hard with a choked scream, her fingernails digging red marks into the skin of his forearm and her golden eyes locked on his.
Daylen slowly pulled away as she caught her breath, stripping the rest of her clothes off. He had her nude before him quickly, and he sat back on his heels as he pulled his shirt off over his head.
Morrigan was a vision, laid out on the bedroll. Her golden eyes glinted at him as he took her in – the perky breasts, her nipples already puckering in the chill air, the taut belly and shapely hips with the deep vee leading to the thatch of dark curls between her thighs. A handful of scars she had picked up over the years only accentuated her beauty to him – this was no pampered noble lady, no sheltered fellow apprentice he was having a muffled fumble in a corner with. Morrigan was proud, uninhibited, alien to the world he knew. She ran her hands up her sides, trailing her fingers along her lean figure, and Daylen bent, kissing her hard before trailing more kisses down her neck and stomach.
He was gently spreading her legs again when her hand came down on his shoulder. “What – what are you doing?”
Daylen paused. “Have…you never had this done to you before?”
“No.”
“Well, uh. I haven’t had any complaints. If you’d prefer I not, that’s fine. But women tend to enjoy this.”
“Then proceed. If I dislike what you do, you will be aware quickly.”
He smirked up at her. “Noted.” Then his mouth was on her, his tongue teasing over her clit, and Morrigan cried out. He laughed, but didn’t stop, sliding his hands under her rear and lifting her to his mouth.
Morrigan’s hands were fisted in his hair, her golden eyes wide, her chest heaving as Daylen’s tongue swirled around her clit and he slipped two long, strong fingers inside her, curling them in a way that made her hips buck up into his mouth.
Reading her reactions, Daylen sucked hard at her clit, and Morrigan keened, her thighs clamping around his head as she came hard. He continued to work at her until she went limp, gasping for air, and lifted his head, licking his lips. “Are you…” He laughed as she shoved his head back down.
“I had never…” She leaned her head back, luxuriating in the sensation as he went back to work. “Never so quickly.”
“Then lie back and enjoy, Morrigan.”
She had one leg over his shoulder, her heel pressing into his back and urging him on as she came again, her eyes wide. By the time he coaxed another orgasm from her, she was babbling in a language he didn’t recognize – probably Chasind, Daylen mused as her thighs clamped down around his head.
Morrigan was slightly wild-eyed when Daylen finally pulled away, licking his lips. He crawled up her body and kissed her again, and she nipped at his lower lip before pushing at his shoulder, gasping slightly as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled so she was on top.
Morrigan kissed him roughly, uncaring of the taste of herself on his mouth, before shuffling down his body. She didn’t waste any time taking him into her mouth, pushing herself down until she gagged and fluttering her tongue against him. Morrigan wasn’t subtle, taking him as deep as she comfortably could and staying there, working her lips and tongue as he cursed raggedly. Daylen pressed one hand against his mouth to stifle his own moan, before slipping his hands into her hair, pulling it out of the loose ponytail she normally kept it in. Morrigan wrapped a hand around his spit-slick shaft, pumping it in time with her mouth as he groaned and bucked beneath her, managing to pull himself halfway up to stroke a hand down her bare back.
Daylen was half-drunk on lust, between the taste of Morrigan still on his lips and the lewd slurping noises coming from his lap. She abruptly pulled away, ignoring the wet string linking her mouth to his cock. “I do not wish this to end too soon,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse.
“It won’t. Some sort of Warden benefit, I suppose.” Morrigan licked her lips, before taking him back into her mouth and sucking hard, her other hand dragging down his belly and leaving fingernail welts along his skin. Daylen hissed out a breath, his fist in Morrigan’s hair clenching tighter. “Fuck, Morrigan…”
She pulled away again. “It sounds so sweet in your voice,” she drawled.
What little of Daylen’s self-control snapped like a dry twig. He hauled her up, kissing her swollen lips until they were both breathless, before shoving a hand between her legs, her hands coming into his hair again. He slipped two fingers inside her and teased her clit with this thumb until she arched helplessly against him, coming hard on his fingers as her nails scratched along his scalp.
Morrigan went limp, her hands still clutching his hair, her chest heaving. “Please…”
“What was that?” He wasn’t just being a tease, she’d all but screamed in his ear and it was still ringing.
She managed to compose herself slightly. “I wish to feel you inside me.”
“As the lady desires.” Normally it would have felt silly to say, but Morrigan seemed to like it, her golden eyes eager. She tilted her hips as he rolled them over and slipped between her thighs, the wetness smearing along the length of his cock as she rutted against him. Fuck, he wasn’t even inside her yet and she was already so hungry for him.
Daylen gave a few thrusts that way, slicking himself up before drawing his hips back slightly more, the head of his cock dragging down across her folds. Morrigan’s breath hitched as the thick head of Daylen’s cock spread her open, and she closed her eyes, arching her back and lifting her hips to meet him as he sank into her.
As he fully seated himself inside her, for a moment, Morrigan looked almost vulnerable, but her heels pressed against his lower back as if to keep him inside her. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, clenching around him.
Daylen didn’t reply, shifting his knees so they helped support her weight, before leaning his weight into her and bearing down. The slick slide of her, the feel of her grasping at him, clenching as he pulled back…if he hadn’t been able to remember a translation exercise from back at the Circle, he might have lost his head right there and put a hold on things. As it was, Daylen supported his weight on one arm as he thrust, Morrigan gasping with every forward snap of his hips, and slipped his free hand between them to rub at her clit again, finding the motion that made her keen and thrust back against him.
Morrigan’s smirk had fallen away, seemingly losing herself just as deeply in him. Her nails scraped red lines down his arms, his chest, his back. Daylen grunted, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down without stopping, and her toes curled and she fisted the blanket in her hands. She bucked her hips and squeezed her legs in time with his thrusts.
Morrigan came again suddenly, her legs wrapping about him so hard she heard him grunt, and she dug her teeth into his shoulder, biting down hard as she came apart for him beautifully. Daylen almost cried out, but he didn’t stop rocking his hips into her. If anything, he rutted harder against her, Morrigan’s heels digging into his ass and encouraging him, Daylen grinning against her mouth as he kissed her hard again.
“Over,” she gasped. “Turn over.”
Daylen flipped them obligingly, and she took a moment to get her balance back, resting her weight on her knees before she began rocking her hips against him. She hesitated a moment, shifting slightly for a better angle, and her hips began rolling in larger circles as she chased her own pleasure.
Morrigan leaned forward, bracing herself against Daylen’s shoulders and taking some of the weight off her legs. A moment later, she was riding him vigorously, throwing her head back, moaning freely and for all to hear. Daylen’s hands never stopped moving – stroking up and down her sides, teasing her nipples as her breasts bounced in his face, sliding down her front to stroke her clit when he could – but his eyes remained locked on Morrigan’s face.
She was…free. Wild, and uninhibited. As isolated from the ‘normal’ world as he had been, in ways, and as utterly at ease in her own element as he was. Yes, her upbringing with Flemeth had left her perception and morals rather distorted, but Morrigan was conscious of the results, and Daylen’s actions had paid off so far.
And watching this cunning, beautiful, passionate woman in the throes of her own pleasure was intoxicating.
Fuck, but Daylen hoped this wasn’t a one-time event, as Morrigan shuddered and dug her nails into his chest. Her moans reached a fever pitch, and her hips stuttered, losing the rhythm as she came again, her elbows giving out. Daylen grabbed her hips, holding her still and taking over the pace himself as he felt his own peak coming.
Morrigan was still clenching around his cock when his own orgasm took him, and Daylen arched beneath Morrigan’s form as he came deep inside her. For a brief moment, he worried about the consequences, before remembering Alistair vaguely mentioning having children was difficult for Grey Wardens.
She was still shaking against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, stroking them up and down her back tenderly. Once her breathing began to settle, he rolled them over again, slipping his hands under her thighs and pushing them up and back, bending Morrigan almost in half as he hooked them over his shoulders. She gasped as he thrust deeper, her golden eyes wide with something that almost looked like shock as he set to thrusting into her even harder. The added wetness between them was leaving an obscene squelching, and Daylen laughed as she shuddered and came hard again, his free hand never still across her body – moving low to brush across her clit, rising to tease and tug a nipple, and then up to cup her cheek. Morrigan surprised him when he brushed his thumb across her lip, catching it between her teeth and biting teasingly, before sucking gently and letting it go.
“Satisfied?”
“Not even close,” Morrigan gasped.
Daylen smirked at her. “I do enjoy a challenge.”
He took her every way he could think of, every way they could manage in the tiny tent.
“Satisfied?” He asked, his release leaking out of her as she was stretched wide in his lap, her knees hooked over his forearms and her arms around his neck.
“Of course not.” He laughed, shifting their weight off his knees.
His voice was muffled between her legs, her ankles crossed behind his head. “Satisfied?”
“Keep going,” she whined.
“Satisfied?” He had her face down in her pillow, rutting into her like an animal in heat, her pale ass in the air and a rapidly reddening handprint visible in the dim light.
“No,” came the answer, but it was slurred.
By the time he began to feel the strain, Daylen had lost count of how many times Morrigan had come. He had just come inside her again, both of them sticky and a bit chafed. “Satisfied?”
She managed to lift her head, sweat sticking her fringe to her forehead. Amazingly, she still somehow looked unimpressed, although he could tell she was faking it. “For now.”
Morrigan made a quiet noise of protest as he withdrew, and Daylen shivered momentarily as the cold reasserted itself. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly began dressing as Morrigan curled up on the rumpled bedroll, looking immensely satisfied with herself.