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Scylla had gotten used to Sten's sudden and direct proclamations over the months she'd spent with the qunari. She'd gotten even more used to rolling her eyes and ignoring his more judgemental statements but this one - this one gave her pause.
"Your lust is a distraction."
His eyes trailed her body, his stern, darkened gaze looking her up and down, curving over her hips, her breasts, lingering on her neck, the heat in his expression pulsing and almost tangible enough to touch and burn her fingers on.
"It is a distraction we cannot afford in our current mission. Come to me in one hour. I will see you sated."
Scylla stood there, blinking like a fool as he stalked off from her. His words rattled around in her mind like marbles in a satchel being vigorously shaken as, his tall, statuesque form disappeared into the woods.
Had he just… propositioned her? Or would she follow him into the night only to be met with some sort of sparring session - and not one of the sexy variety?
She scampers into Zevran's tent to tell him what's just happened but he only encourages her to see it through with a curl of his lips, ushering her to "broaden your horizons, my dear. You might not get the chance to bed a qunari again. Meanwhile, I look forward to sharing my evenings with you many more times after this."
She kisses that grin hard and rough, drawing a low moan from deep in his throat as her fingers clutch at the back of his head. Her expression boasts of pride when she pulls back to see that dazed, wanting look on his face, his eyes fixed on her lips.
"Think of me tonight then, and all the fun we'll get into after."
She leaves his tent with a spring in her step, feeling lighter and bolder, her very blood coursing and pumping in all the ways she's used to with the addition of a deeper, primal sort of molten heat coursing through her that's become her constant companion since she took her Joining.
Part of her wonders if it's not just her frequent excursions with Zevran or if he can sense the arousal that plagues her almost every waking moment, tempered only when she's in the heat of battle, covered in blood. How could he though? He's not a Warden, doesn't share that morbid connection with the blight and the darkspawn.
And yet, when she finally meets him in the forest, finds him stripped of his armor, standing over a bedroll in the middle of a clearing of flowers, all of her queries melt away.
He pulls her into him, undresses her with all the tenderness of a man devoted to her pleasure, not at all rough and unbalanced like she thought he'd be. He's even gentler when he picks her up and lays her naked body down on the bedroll, watching her face the entire time even though her eyes are eager and her lips are set in a permanent smile.
"I'm going to bind your hands now." He says, still watching her face, even as her smile slips into a grin. "If you consent, lay your arms above your head. If you don't, speak up."
Scylla obediently does as she's told, laying her hands gently above her head, her wrists overlapping so as to show her readiness. "You are more than welcome to bind my hands, Sten."
His hands are just as gentle when he ties the ropes around her wrists, intricate knots that even the savviest of escape artists might struggle against. She hasn't engaged in this sort of play very often - and when she has she's often been the one tying the knots - but she likes the feel of it. Of being restrained. Of her body completely on show for him, unable to do anything else but heed to his command.
"You'll have to teach me how to tie those knots." She purrs as he sits up, his work now completed.
"It would take you years to learn the intracacies of these knots. Let alone the meaning behind them."
Scylla pouts up at him, making a soft, displeased noise. "And that means I shouldn't try?"
"It means only that I will not have enough time to teach you the way you should be taught." He explains. "And besides, that's not what we're here for."
From his pocket he produces a strip of soft, silk fabric. "Next is your eyes."
Scylla blinks rapidly, confused and somewhat frightened. "My eyes?"
"I'm going to tie this blindfold around your head."
Oh.
"Oh." She blinks once more, the fright settling and giving rise to a new feeling - exploratory and eager. "I've never done that before."
"Color me surprised." He snorts.
Scylla pouts again. "And just what does that mean?"
"It doesn't matter." He shakes his head. "What does matter is your consent to let me do this."
"Well, you've already got my hands bound," she gives the rope a tug and a delightful shudder runs down her back when she's met with the tight resistance it provides, "might as well keep going."
Sten only nods and leans down to lace the fabric around her eyes. It's soft and smooth against her skin, tied tight enough that it won't slide off of her face but not so tight as to hurt her.
In any other circumstance she'd much prefer being able to see the expressions her partner is making, but she's also never been one to turn down new experiences either - especially not ones where intimacy was concerned. She'd only know if she liked it if she tried it, right?
"Is anything unsatisfactory?" His lips are at her ear, his breath fanning over her cheeks, his voice low and rumbly in a way that makes her thighs press together.
"Not in the slightest."
"Good."
A large, rough and calloused hand slides around her neck, lightly pressing against it, as if testing the waters, drawing a shaky breath from her lips, her thighs pressing tighter together. A shiver runs down her body as that hand travels the length of her, sliding in-between her breasts, smoothing over her belly, fingers roaming over her rolls. His fingertips explore and delight in the vast softness of her, trailing up her sides, memorizing the feel of her skin. Her body rises and falls, arching and pushing shamelessly into his touch as soft little moans fall from her lips.
That hand makes its way back up her body, pulling a mewl from her when it firmly cups her breast, a thumb sliding over her nipple, roughly pressing down on the nub just to watch it pop back up.
"Please keep doing that." She moans into the night air. "They're so sensitive it feels so - a-ahh!"
The words are swallowed up a loud, sudden moan as Sten's lips seal around her nipple, pulling at it and stretching it upwards before his tongue decends on her, licking and sucking around anything he can get his mouth on, growling low into her skin. His other hand grasps her unattended breast, pulling and pinching at the nub not in his mouth, leaving her whimpering low in her throat as she rolls her chest up into him.
"Oh, fuck," she's smiling now, her mouth drooping into a lazy, dreamy thing as her entire body starts to tingle, blood rushing to every part of her body as Sten sucks and bites hickies into every bit of her pale flesh, "yes, yes, yes, right there."
She wriggles against her restraints, loves how the rope digs into her skin, keeping her right where she is, at the complete whims of this giant who seems to want to do nothing more than thoroughly and methodically ravage her.
Before she can get to used to his mouth on her chest, he pops off with a low, almost predatory growl, nipping his way down her body, leaving bites on the swells of her stomach, her love handles, sinking his teeth into the plushy, biteable skin - and she encourages him every inch of the way both in how her body physically begs for him and how her mouth won't stop calling his name.
He bites his way over what feels like every inch of her, teeth gliding over the soft skin of her legs, her inner thighs, grazing so, so, so close to where she wants him the most, but he doesn't relent even when she whines. With another low growl, he wraps his large hands around her even larger thighs and spreads her legs wide, revealing all of her to him.
He holds her squirming legs in his hands, effectively halting her movements.
"You will be still." His deep, gruff voice spills out into the evening air, the very authority in it commanding her to listen. "I will take my time with you and you will be patient."
Her entire body ruptures in heat, boiling along every single nerve ending as her lips curl into that goofy, dazed smile from earlier. "Yes, ser. I'll be good for you."
Scylla tempers her breathing as he continues marking each and every bit of her. She's never felt more like she might melt into the ground than she does right now. She wishes she could see his face, see that possession in his eyes, that look of 'in this moment, I own you' that bleeds through his actions, through the gruff vocalizations he's making.
He pulls back from her almost entirely at one point, the nipping and suckling coming to a sudden, painful halt. The only thing she can hear is the beat of her heart in her ears and the sound of her panting breaths, each one hinging on a whine, a plea for him to continue.
When his lips suddenly touch her again, pressing against one side of her labia and then the other, slow and practised and so, so tantilizing she can barely stand it. But she keeps herself from wiggling, from arching into him or making any single movement that might be construed as rushing him along. The tension in her body from the act alone is taut enough to snap at any moment -
And when he licks a hot stripe up the entirety of her soaking wet cunt it just about does. Her whole body shudders, a gasp ripping from her mouth, the muscles in her legs pulsing and pulling as she tries desperately to hold herself down when she just wants to indulge. To roll her hips up into his mouth, to encourage him to do more, to make her cum hard and full all over his tongue.
He licks another full line up her pussy before he buries his face between her legs. He slides his hands underneath her, gropes her ass with enough force to bruise, and lifts her lower half into the air, leaving her back pressed into the ground. Oh, and she sinks into it, sinks into the feeling of being completely and utter claimed as he devours her. He leads with long, deep and full licks against her clit then flicks over the nub with quick, rapid bursts, doing anything and everything to leave her body shaking and her mouth gasping.
She lies there, utterly helpless and utterly in his control - so, so ecstatically in his control - gasps and moans and hitches of her breath filtering out of her mouth in spades, calling his name with such need. Oh, she needs to come. Needs him to make her come. It's wouldn't take long, not with how he's servicing her, to reach just below the precipice of it, to hang there as her blood boils over, her body tingling and her skin roiling.
"S-Sten!" It's a pitched gasp that leaves her lips. "Oh, I'm so close. I'm so, so, so close, plea-"
And as her legs start to shudder, her hips rolling up into his mouth - he stops. Pulls his mouth off of her, treats her cries for more as a signal to stop.
Oh, fuck, the molten heat that slides down from its peak, that settles in the tips of her fingertips, the deep center of her belly, the tops of her toes is so, so good. All she can think about is having him fuck her back up to the top of that hill, to make her spill over twice as hard.
Clearly, he has similar ideas in mind. He lays her back down on the bedroll, pulling her flush against him, her legs over his hips. She's not sure when he pulled his pants off but when she feels that long, thick, impressive cock slide between her folds, tease at her clit, she can't find it in herself to care. All she can do is moan low in her throat, one that catches on the end of a ditzy giggle as he taps the head against her clit.
"You could make me come just doing that, you know?" She bites her lips through a smile, feeling a wave of pride fill her when she hears him snort in what could almost be construed as a humorous fashion.
He doesn't answer her in any other way - except to push himself inside of her. Her eyes roll clear to the back of her head when he breaches her, the thick, swollen tip stretching her in a way she hasn't had in far too long. When the rest of him follows suit, almost too big to fit completely inside of her, her toes curl and she balls her hands up into fists, leaving crescent shaped marks in her palms as the feeling of him filling her has her gasping for air.
"Oh, fuck, or you could do that." Another drunk, ditzy giggle falls out of her mouth as she blinks up at the satin fabric still covering her eyes. Skies above she wants to see it, wants to put her mouth on it. "You're so fucking big, it's so, so -" a cry wrenches from her lips when he pulls almost all the way out of her, just to shove himself back inside in one long thrust " - so, so, so good! Fuck, just like that, ser, please! Please keep doing that."
She can feel that second wave fall over her, that simmering heat spreading and warming over every inch of her as he sets a pace that is almost punishing. He's hard and rough and fast, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave his handprints on her skin as he pushes her legs back to her chest. He's growling and grunting with every thrust, taking his pleasure just as much as he's giving it and, oh, she is more than happy to let him lose himself in her if it means getting fucked like this - if it means being completely and totally dominated.
She can't say how long she spends like that, legs pressed to her chest, his cock stretching her, hips slamming into her and when it all rises to the top, ready to burst she almost hopes he'll stop, hopes he'll make her sit there, full and whimpering, seated completely inside of her as she's denied yet another climax. But he doesn't, he sees how her chest rises and falls, her quick, gasping breaths, the way she clenches around him, and he rises to the challenge of making her crest that wave.
Her entire mind goes blank when that last, glorious, final thrust has her spilling over his cock, has him full to the hilt inside of her, filling her with his cum. She can hear those deep, haggard breaths as he spurts, catching on a growl as he empties himself, keeping her plugged up so that his seed has to sink into her, has to claim her.
Her whole body is practically singing in the afterglow, her mind blissfully heavy and hazy. She whines shamelessly when he pulls out of her, flexing around the emptiness and wishing he'd keep her full a little longer, fuck her into incoherence a second time, even.
Instead, she feels his hands on her bindings, gentle and soft as a stark juxtaposition to the beast that had just ravaged her on the floor mere moments ago. Those same hands massage over the markings embedded in her skin where she had been bound.
"That's gonna leave a mark." She chuckles breathlessly. "Guess I'll be wearing those shackles and your handprints for a good, long while, huh?"
She flexes her wrists as his hands fall away, instead gently undoing her blindfold, letting the silk strip ease slowly off of her face. She blinks against the backdrop of the darkened sky, until her blurry vision comes back into focus and Sten's face becomes visible once more. She can see the sweat on his brow, the deep rise and fall of his chest, the deep, simmering heat in his eyes as he looks upon her. Oh, and he looks so handsome like that, doesn't he?
"I trust your experience was satisfactory?" He keeps his eyes on her as his hands start to wander, massaging at the places he'd held her the hardest. He presses his knuckles into the pleasant ache in her legs and she melts against the bedroll underneath her.
"Dunno." She grins, blissful as the night air whisps over her burning, naked body. "Might have to do that again. My lust is pretty insatiable, after all. Could cause more distractions."
Sten huffs at that, an edge of a chuckle hiding underneath it. "Humans. Always greedy for more."
"Half-human." She corrects, sticking her tongue out and causing him to stifle another chuckle. "And how can I not be when you're so good at fucking me?" Her bright, eager eyes meet his and she's delighted by the sparkle of tenderness she finds gently illuminated in his own.
She holds out her aching arms, chuckling at the perplexed look he gives her. "But for now, come lay with me. You did an awful lot of work and you deserve the rest."
"For a Qunari this was nothing." He answers back.
"Oh, hush." Scylla rolls her eyes playfully. "Just come cuddle me. Surely some of your people know how to do that, yes?"
However hesitant he is at first, Scylla eventually lulls him into her arms, presses his head to rest against her chest. The weight of him is nice and heavy, pinning her to the ground in a way that is so satisfying and comfortable.
"Sleep." She hums, her eyes slipping closed as she scratches at the back of his neck. "We've got darkspawn to fight in the morning.