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“I…uh…are there no other ways for us to get to know each other?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you have something else in mind?”
“Well, I’m rubbish at cards,” Daylen lied. “But we could board your ship. I’d like to see what’s…below deck.” He tilted his head, a playful smirk on his face. “I did say I was at your service, after all.”
“I’m sure you would,” she said, looking him up and down again, much more thoroughly this time. Daylen suddenly felt like a mouse cornered by a cat. “It would surely be rude of me to decline such a…delicious offer.” Isabela drained the tankard, looking at Daylen’s companion. “And what about you, Zev? Shall we, for old time’s sake?”
“Oh, Isabela, you and your ridiculous appetites. Perhaps we should leave it up to our friend here?” Zevran looked hopeful, and Daylen grinned.
“Hey, the more the merrier. Means I get to check one more item off the list of lifelong dreams.”
“A threesome with a pirate captain and an Antivan Crow was on that list?” Isabela asked.
“Amongst other things,” Daylen admitted. “It’s a very detailed list.”
“We’ll have to see if there’s anything else we can check off, then,” she purred. “Come, my ship is down by the docks, and I am sure you will find my cabins quite…comfortable.”
—ROTG—
“Maker, but I hate boats,” Daylen muttered as they entered Isabela’s cabin.
“Well then you can relax,” Isabela said, easing the cork out of a bottle and pouring three glasses. “This isn’t a boat. It’s a ship.”
“There’s a difference?”
“To us, no,” Zevran chimed in. “To someone like Isabela, there is all the difference in the world.”
“A ship can carry a boat, but a boat can’t carry a ship,” Isabela replied. “I imagine you’ve never been on anything bigger than a rowboat?”
“Only once,” Daylen said. “As a child.”
Isabela nodded. “You didn’t get topside much?” Daylen shook his head. “That’s why. You need to be up on deck.”
“Circle transfer,” Daylen replied. “They don’t let you walk more than a few paces away from them. They certainly wouldn’t let me wander around on deck to stop being sick.”
“You’re a mage?”
Daylen tensed slightly. “Is that an issue?”
“Of course not,” Isabela said, passing him a glass. Daylen casually passed it to Zevran, taking another from Isabela and drawing a coy smile from her. “I can understand the desire to be free, after all.”
“Everyone should be free,” Daylen replied. “We all deserve a choice.”
“Well then,” Isabela raised her glass. “To freedom.”
“To freedom,” Daylen agreed, clinking glasses with her and Zevran. Daylen waited until they’d each taken a drink to swallow his mouthful of whiskey, and Isabela laughed. “Something amusing, Captain?”
Isabela addressed Zevran. “You have made this one wary, haven’t you?”
“Did I mention we met when I attempted to assassinate him?” Zevran replied.
“And yet here you are, still alive. Either it’s a very slow assassination, or something’s gone terribly awry.”
“I charmed him,” Zevran said.
“His heart wasn’t in it,” Daylen said at the same time, before looking at Zevran. “In case you think I’m foolish for trusting you, you could have killed me a hundred times already. Slit my throat in my sleep, stuck a knife in my ribs out here, poisoned the stew pot.”
“It probably would have improved the stew.”
Daylen laughed. “Most likely. But you have had chances. Plenty of them, at that. I can only conclude you genuinely don’t want to kill me.”
“Did you bring him along just for that?” Isabela asked.
“Hardly,” Daylen replied dryly. “I could have said that to him anywhere. But one look at you…” He drained the rest of his drink. “Going alone might be unwise.”
“Worried I might run away with you?”
“Worried I might need help satisfying you,” Daylen said huskily. “I’m just one man, after all.”
Isabela laughed in a way that tugged at something in his chest. Full-throated. Wild. Free. “Do you want to fuck me, Warden?”
“Maker, yes. But please, call me Daylen. I’m not here as a Grey Warden.”
“Looking to drop the titles today?” Daylen nodded. “I can accommodate that.” She downed the rest of her drink. “Shall we, Zevran?”
“Gladly.” Daylen felt Zevran’s hands around his waist, slowly unbuckling his equipment, and Daylen set to work on Isabela, undressing her with a lack of urgency he had rarely enjoyed at the Circle. Zevran had paused to strip some of his own clothes off as Daylen slowly kissed Isabela, and Daylen found her skin soft, warm, and remarkably un-scarred for someone who lived as wild a life as she clearly did.
It was a relief, in a way. A simple, uncomplicated romp, free of the thousand concerns that occupied his mind on a daily basis.
Isabela broke the kiss, her lips swollen. “So, sweet thing, how would you like to get to know me first?”
Daylen was looking at her with hunger in his eyes. “Well, I was always taught you should offer a lady a seat.”
Isabela laughed again, and she kissed him again, playfully, tugging his shirt up and off before shoving him onto her bed, shimmying out of her smallclothes. “Let’s see if we can put that clever mouth to use, then.” Daylen kicked his boots off, shifting up the bed slightly on his elbows as she prowled up the mattress with a gleam in her eye.
Isabela was kneeling over his face moments later, groaning as Daylen’s mouth went to work on her. “Oh, that’s delicious,” she said softly, leaning forward and clutching her headboard. She reached down with one raking her fingers through Daylen’s hair as she rolled her hips against his mouth.
Daylen was fluttering his tongue against her clit, squeezing her ass with both hands, as he felt fingers undoing the laces to his breeches and stripping his lower body. He gasped as he felt a tongue lick a hot, wet line up his shaft, before lips closed around his tip and sucked.
Daylen arched against the sensation, trying to keep his hips on the bed as he felt Isabela shuddering, coming on his tongue, and he could feel her shift. “Ah, Zevran, you do love to show off.”
Daylen was shaking as he felt Zevran take him to the base, sucking just hard enough to torment him, but moving too slowly to make him come. Isabela rolled off of him for a moment, and Daylen licked his lips as he saw Zevran’s head bobbing in his lap. “Fuck, Zevran.”
“I do enjoy men who don’t mind being toyed with by another man,” Isabela purred, leaning down to kiss Daylen and lick the taste of herself from his mouth.
“Why limit yourself?” He reached down, brushing his fingers through Zevran’s hair. “I do hope you have some oil handy. I’ve never seen Zevran’s cock, but I imagine I’ll need some preparation.”
Zevran laughed as he pulled off Daylen’s cock for a moment. “I have never had complaints.”
“Liar,” Isabela teased, throwing a leg over Daylen’s head and straddling his face again. Facing the other way now, she bent, her clit pushing harder into Daylen’s mouth, and he moaned as he felt a second mouth join in, kissing along the base of his shaft.
Zevran backed off as Isabela took him deep into her mouth, running his hands down Daylen’s lean thighs and nibbling at Isabela’s ear as she bobbed her head on Daylen’s shaft. “Always so beautiful during the act,” he murmured. “One would never remember what a menace you are in a fight.”
Isabela’s giggle with him still in her mouth sent a jolt up Daylen’s spine, and he bucked. She pulled back with a slurp, laughing. “Oh, are you feeling neglected, sweet thing?”
Daylen let her clit slip from between his lips. “Hardly,” he said. “Thoroughly enjoying myself.”
“Well then, I hope you won’t mind if I take a few liberties.” Shuffling down his body, Isabela took Daylen’s slick cock in her hand and brushed the head through her folds, teasing herself with him before slowly sinking down on his cock as Zevran pulled her into a kiss. Daylen’s fingers dug into her hips as Isabela groaned into Zevran’s mouth, Isabela fully seating him within her as Zevran carefully pulled the last of her clothing away.
“Magnificent,” Zevran said softly, bending to take a nipple into his mouth. Isabela straightened up to allow him, slowly rolling her hips against Daylen and luxuriating in the feel of the two men. She bit playfully at Zevran’s neck and chest, grinding on Daylen, and reached down, wrapping a hand around Zevran’s cock and slowly pumping.
“Slide back, darling,” she said, and Daylen moved them both up the bed, allowing Zevran room to join them. Isabela leaned forward, hips still rocking, and took Zevran’s cock in her mouth, sucking noisily as Daylen worked his hips against her. Daylen pulled his legs up, rolling Isabela in his lap into a better position as he sat up partially.
“Sorry, want to see this,” he said, not breaking stroke.
Zevran laughed, threading his fingers through Isabela’s hair and leaning his head back as she took him into her throat. “Isabela is an artist in many ways, but none…” he groaned as she did something with her tongue, “none so much as this.” Isabela reached up between his legs, and Zevran laughed again. “And her skill as a lockpick works in…many ways.”
Isabela’s ass was still bouncing in his lap as Daylen felt his own orgasm start to build, sooner than he was used to. Daylen took a slow breath, trying to bring it under control.
Isabela had no intention of letting him. “Yes, I want to feel it,” she groaned, apparently feeling him swell inside her. “That’s a good boy.” She didn’t let up until Daylen whimpered and came inside her, Isabela giving a satisfied mewl as she felt him pulsing. Whether because of the long time spent celibate or the excitement of the afternoon, it was as intense as he’d ever experienced.
Zevran mumbled something in Antivan. “To think I would be with two people who look so beautiful when they come undone.”
“Oh, that’s…” Isabela moaned, rolling her hips in a circle and drawing a groan from Daylen as his cock throbbed inside her, coaxing another pulse from his release. “That’s it.”
“Rejuvenation magic works wonders, but I don’t usually finish so quickly,” Daylen said.
“Doesn’t seem to have stopped you.”
Daylen looked down. “Huh.” Withdrawing from Isabela with a slow groan, he looked down. “That’s new.”
Isabela rolled onto her back, looked down at him. “Hardly a reason to be upset.” Daylen belatedly noticed the gold at her nipples, studs through each nub that glinted in the light.
“Who’s upset?” Then in a series of quick, continuous motions, he rocked back onto his knees, pushed hers up and out, dropped prone over the vee of her legs, and dove in. Isabela sucked in a high-pitched, stuttering gasp when he locked his lips over her clit, sucking and tonguing at it and reveling in the way she writhed beneath him. Her fingers were clawing at the sheets, and her cries were echoing off the cabin walls until she turned her head, finding Zevran there and immediately taking him back into her mouth.
Daylen slid his hands up beneath her thighs, and pressed her legs further apart when Isabela’s body clenched and tried to pull in, and her breath caught in her throat, her back arching off the bed slightly as his skilled tongue did its work. He kept her legs pinned back, Isabela whimpering on Zevran’s cock as Daylen kept her in a state of arching, writhing bliss.
It was only when Isabela pushed his head away that Daylen let up, wiping his mouth. “Need a moment?” Isabela moaned incoherently, nodding. “Too much?” Another nod. “Well then.” Daylen crawled up her body, giving her a sloppy kiss before taking her place.
Zevran moaned as Daylen wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and took him deep, cursing in Antivan as he brushed Daylen’s hair out of his face. “Daylen, I…” he grunted as Daylen’s tongue fluttered over the head of his cock. “Can I take you?”
Daylen pulled back with an obscene slurp, panting and nodding wordlessly as he flopped onto his back opposite Isabela. She leaned over to lick at his cock as Zevran stepped back for a moment, grabbing a bottle off the side table and coating his fingers in oil.
As Zevran’s fingers teased Daylen’s ass open, Isabela began to suck him in earnest, her hand sliding up his thigh as two of Zevran’s fingers slid into him up to the knuckle.
Daylen was leaking steadily as Zevran slicked up his own cock, Isabela whimpering as Daylen grabbed the bottle of oil and began stroking her ass with his own fingers.
Zevran groaned as he slowly entered Daylen, and Daylen arched, Isabela sliding up to kiss him as Daylen’s knees hooked around Zevran’s hips. Both of them still had swollen lips from sucking, and Daylen used both hands on Isabela, one at her ass and one at her cunt, until she shuddered and cried out through another climax.
Daylen’s eyes were closed as he felt himself open for Zevran, stretch around him, pinned and full of him. It was easy to let go, to simply let Zevran push deeper, the slide easy and open and familiar in a way he hadn’t had since leaving the Circle, comforting in a way that was just…odd to think much about.
Zevran had at him easily enough, thrusting gently, smirking as Daylen raised his hips to meet him thrust for thrust. His fingers dug into Daylen’s hip, his other hand – still slick with oil – curling around Daylen’s erection and slowly, teasingly, stroking him. Daylen groaned with every thrust, every twist of his hand, until Isabela rolled on top of him again. His fingers still were working her ass open as Zevran took his, Isabela squirming and coming beautifully on his tongue and fingers as he bucked into Zevran’s hand.
Isabela was leaning forward, licking at the tip of his cock that protruded from Zevran’s fist, when Daylen felt his balls drawing tight against his body. “You two might be the death of me.”
“Fucking an assassin and a pirate, you might have expected that,” Isabela purred, drawing her nails up his chest.
“Who said I didn’t?” Both of them found themselves suddenly unable to move, and Daylen felt his cock throbbing in Zevran’s paralyzed fist. “Naked, about to come, but never defenseless.” He released them, and Zevran’s pace staggered as a result. Isabela nearly collapsed on top of him, her clit rubbing against his teeth briefly, but Daylen caught her blindly with a hand pressed against her chest.
“Stronger than you look,” Isabela coughed, regaining her balance.
Zevran slowed his stroke, and Daylen arched, whining in protest. “Not yet, my friend. Anticipation, after all…”
“Miserable fucker,” Daylen groaned into Isabela’s thigh.
Isabela’s nails drew up his chest, and she laughed as he shuddered under the sensation. “Oh, come now, you’ve had one already.”
They kept him on edge for what seemed like hours, Zevran and Isabela taking turns slowly stroking him as Zevran continued to fuck him.
By the time they finally let him come, Daylen was sweating, swearing, and writhing on the bed. He came apart beautifully, his back arching as his cock jumped in Zevran’s grip, his release arcing high. Isabela laughed again, Zevran chuckled, and Daylen was still pulsing, sending more streaks of white across all three of them and the bed.
Daylen came back to himself to find them on either side of him, Zevran stroking his back and his face half-buried in Isabela’s chest. “I can think of worse places to wake up,” he mumbled, bringing laughter from them both. “I need a moment to catch my breath, but please, don’t let me stop you.”
Zevran had cleaned himself up at some point, and Daylen found he had been wiped down as well. His cock was still half-hard – this had to be a Warden thing, some benefit to all this Alistair had never seen fit to mention – and it twitched as he watched Zevran bend Isabela over. She locked eyes with Daylen, and her mouth twisted into an eager smile as she arched her back, presenting herself for Zevran so eagerly he laughed.
Isabela was still slick and hot and Zevran entered her easily, groaning quietly. “Always so lovely.” Bending over her, Zevran supported his weight on one arm and snaked his other hand under her and between her legs, and Isabela arched a moment later, a needy whine escaping her lips as Zevran’s fingers found her swollen clit.
“Enough small talk,” Isabela whined. “Fuck me.”
Daylen pushed himself up on one elbow as the two went after each other, slowly stroking himself back to hardness as he watched Zevran fuck Isabela. It didn’t take long for her to come on Zevran’s cock, shuddering with a lazy smile on her face as Zevran’s hips slapped against her ass.
Zevran straightened, his hand coming away from her cunt glistening from her wetness. Idly licking a few of his fingers clean, Zevran slipped his hand down between them, and Isabela tensed a moment later as his thumb found her ass.
Whatever he was doing with his hand half-hidden by the lush curve of Isabela’s ass, it worked, and Isabela let her head drop onto the blanket as she kept throwing her hips back to meet Zevran’s.
Clearly, not all of Zevran’s talk had been boasting – he knew Isabela’s body and reactions, her likes and wants, and how she needed to be fucked to be utterly wrecked by a partner.
Isabela was almost screaming as she came again, her face buried in the blankets. From the sound of it, she had part of the blanket in her teeth. As it was, she was clutching at it, her fingernails scrabbling against the fabric, and Daylen reached out, taking her hand and squeezing.
Isabela lifted her head slowly as she came down, looking blearily at him holding her hand, and Daylen saw that yes, she was biting the blanket. Her eyes were half-closed, glazed and happy, and she slipped her free hand down beneath herself, fingers seeking her clit.
The two of them worked together until Isabela was shuddering, squeezing Daylen’s hand and whimpering. Zevran had two fingers in Isabela’s ass, his other hand fisted in her hair, pulling her back onto him with every stroke.
She broke wonderfully for him again, and nearly collapsed onto her front when she came down. “I want you both in me at once,” she said.
Zevran flipped onto his back, Isabela clambering on top of him and taking him back into her without preamble.
Stroking oil along his length and sliding in behind her, Daylen pressed the head of his cock against Isabela’s ass, finding her still open and ready for him.
Pushing inside her slowly still wrenched a gasp from her throat, and Isabela arched, pushing against him and throwing her head back. He was hot and thick inside her, and he paused partially inside her.
He didn’t need to say why. She knew. They all knew.
The knot in his chest seemed to have unraveled a bit, the grief and terror and anger from the last few months starting to bleed away. It wasn’t all that different from at the Circle – the opportunity to lose yourself, to let the thoughts melt out of you until all that was left was the bliss of the moment.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Daylen said softly, grasping Isabela’s breast from behind her and flicking his thumb over the stud in her nipple. “Just stunning when you come again and again.”
Isabela’s voice came out a broken moan, but she began moving on her own, fucking herself on them both. Daylen groaned as she clenched around him, and he bit down on her shoulder as she swiveled her hips, rolling against them and drawing a quiet gasp from Zevran.
It was a sweaty, sloppy joining, full of panting and gasps. Despite being pinned between the two of them, Isabela was somehow in control, managing her own pace on them both. She’d clearly done this before, knowing just how to move with two men in her like that.
Isabela shuddered as Daylen bucked his hips, and Zevran rolled up into her, the two of them taking over. She obliged, digging her fingernails into Zevran’s chest as the two fucked her slowly. It took a moment for them to find the rhythm, but soon Isabela’s breath was coming out of her in short, ragged gasps, choked moans echoing around her cabin.
Isabela’s next orgasm was a small one, but she still shook between them, trembling and clenching, and almost collapsed onto Zevran. “Need to stop?” Daylen asked.
“Fuck no.”
Zevran laughed. “Insatiable.” They carefully shifted so they were all laying on the bed on their sides, Isabela between them. Daylen lifted her leg, pulling it back and hooking her ankle over his knee to open her up. It took a moment but Zevran and Daylen could rock their hips in tandem, their cocks dragging against her inner walls and each other. Isabela was mewling desperately, burying her face in Zevran’s neck, and he slipped a hand down between them, thumbing her clit. “One more, Isabela. Just come once more for us, and we’ll fill you up.”
It didn’t take long. Isabela came harder than he’d seen yet, nothing more than a tight, quiet scream able to pass her throat. Every throb, every clench felt like an earthquake, but she could only twitch, pinned between them, her eyes wide but unfocused.
Daylen shuddered as he thrust home one last time, holding himself deep inside her and coming hard. The first time he’d come that afternoon had sent his head whirling. The second was still easily in the top ten. He bucked almost violently against Isabela, his entire body shaking and his vision blurring. Zevran followed not long after, cursing in Antivan and arching his back, and Daylen could feel his legs trembling through the bed.
The room was silent, besides some quiet panting, and the pounding in Daylen’s ears.
“Fuck, but that never gets old,” Isabela finally gasped out. She was sweat-damped and panting, hair was plastered down all around her face, springing up at her temples, stuck to her flushed cheeks. Daylen doubted he looked any less debauched.
Daylen managed a semi-coherent affirmative grunt in response. A few moments later, both he and Isabela began laughing.
They lay there for a bit, panting, Daylen’s lanky frame stretched diagonally across the bed and still nearly hanging off. Isabela was still sprawled out across him, her hair a frizzy mess that somehow suited her. Only Zevran looked unruffled, at ease with his nudity. He was looking out the narrow window, seemingly lost in thought. Daylen watched him a moment, looking away as Zevran seemed to feel his gaze and turned to look.
“I needed that,” Daylen admitted.
“It does clear the head, doesn’t it?” Isabela purred, uncaring of the mess leaking between her legs.
“It does.” He met Zevran’s eyes this time, wondering what the man was thinking of.