Zevran x (OC) Female Warden - Commission
Beatrix wasn’t sure exactly when everything with Zevran had all started.
Maybe it was the very moment they met, his mischievous eyes sizing her up, even while his arms were restrained and bound in twine. His suggested one-liners and innuendos, that should have been more humorous than sexy, making her blush as if she was some innocent virgin.
But then again, she didn’t have to reciprocate. However, she did choose to.
The flirting between the two of them had become especially vocal the moment they reached camp for the first time in each other’s company. Though; their first time tangling in her tent wasn’t long after.
Basically, the moment she knew she could trust him, she decided to entrust him with her pleasure.
The flirting that had lead up to dragging each other longingly onto Beatrix’s bedroll had been delicious. It confused Zevran how she could weave her way in and out of the conversational tension the two of them created, yet not want rounds upon rounds (like he himself did.)
It was surprising to him how to-the-point the mage-woman was. There was almost no lead up, besides vocal stimulation. Which, admittedly, she had stoked a sort of flame in him. It was plainly obvious that she knew her way around a game of chase... as well as a person’s body. That last point also became clear within the limited amount of time it took him to climax. Him. Of all people.
After some time, talking and chattering about their lives, it was then that he realized the reason for all her hurry. She had never had the luxury of a sexual escapade.
She had been from a circle, where mage’s pleasure couldn’t have been given two fucks about. Let alone one. That kind of thing wouldn’t do for the elven assassin, not at all.
Having devised a particular plan -not long after the realization had donned on him- he went about spinning the particular plot into motion.
On the road, as they often were, he casually strode up from behind the small band of travelers to press his shoulder into hers. Beatrix turned, looking up slightly to the face of her companion, “Zevran.” She grinned knowingly at the glint in his eyes, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Curiosity dripped from her playful tone.
“I have no pleasure for you now, dear Warden. Save for my melodic and beautiful voice.” He winked, “However, I may have some for you later.”
Eyebrows raising, her grin turned into a suspicious, though not unpleased, smile. “Is that so? Unusually prepared of you.”
What she didn’t know, is that he was always prepared. He just liked to leave the little details out here and there to save the mystery. Though maybe she did know that-?
A small smile curled on his lips at that thought. “You can say it is a small perk of my debt to you. I’m giving you a surprise, of sorts.”
Beatrix grinned, “Like a present?”
Chuckling, a deep, velvet laugh, he replied. “Not quite yes, but also not quite no.”
With a withering look at his turn of phrase, she sighed, “Alright, I guess I’ll just wait for whatever you have up your sleeve.”
That trademark sultry look spread across his face at her assent and he twirled a wind blown lock of her hair around a finger. “Don’t worry, I can assure you that you will enjoy it.”
She winked in return, her freckled cheeks scrunching up adorably. “I don’t doubt it.”
After setting up camp, Beatrix wandered from companion to companion, checking in on anything that needed to be done. It seemed that everything had been taken care of for the evening.
Leliana stood, cooking by the fire. Wynne sat nearby with an old tome in her lap, making idle conversation with the red head. Sten was in the process of lugging over firewood, with the other men on his heels carrying buckets of water. Everyone was accounted for, except-
“Looking for me, Dear Warden?”
The mage jumped, whirling to find Zevran, a cat-like look on his face at catching the girl with her head in the clouds.
It didn't surprise her when she was pulled back and into the tent behind them, the flaps billowing as he pulled her in by the arm. Being behind her, he twirled her around, tugging her flush against his chest.
A laugh bubbled up from Beatrix's chest, "I was... however it seems you found me first." Another playful look spread across her face as his mouth worked up in the corners.
"My apologies my lady, it's a force of habit." He bowed his head, mockingly at this.
Replying with a roll of her eyes, she bit back, "Don't worry, I've gotten used to it by now."
She saw a flash of his teeth as he smirked. " Am I not keeping things fresh enough?"
The tone he used was teasing but she could tell behind his eyes that he actually meant it as a real question, whether he knew it or not. There was a certain self-consciousness to the man she wasn't sure anyone else had ever seen, or had bothered to see. She was sure that if someone had taken the time to get to know him for the man he truly was, they would see it too. He wasn’t just a paid hit man.
Though they had never broached anything in the feelings department, the elven girl felt something akin to romance in the way he spoke to her. There was passion as well as a rough side, the latter was often the shield he used in which to hide his emotions. Within him, however, there was also a gentleness that she could not express in mere words.
Though they were not truly together, she would not deny that she has feelings for him. Especially when, even now, that self-conscious nature slipped through his facade of confidence; only to demonstrate his care towards her. The mage wasn't sure if he knew, but she had a feeling that he cared more than he was willing to admit, just as she did.
When she didn't answer his lingering question right away, he smiled gently, assuming in the affirmative to his thoughts. " You don't need to soften your blows with me, Princess. Though, if things aren't exactly fresh from the market, I have something prepared that will remedy that tonight."
The line of her mouth upturned at his words. "I was only lost in thought," Her eyes became playful mid-sentence, flickering up from beneath her lashes. " I was just trying to find the words to describe how great everything has been when we are together."
The rogue’s eyes were disbelieving and his mouth turned up into a mocking look. She held up a hand to silence him before he could voice a retort, going on to continue her sentence. "I want to know what you have planned, however.”
His sultry chuckle vibrated deep through his chest, almost like a large cat purring, "You will see soon enough, my dear. “ He looked away with a devious expression before returning to her eyes. “I don't intend to keep you waiting. I, too, am having trouble restraining myself...But that would ruin everything I have planned." He winked at the end of his sentence, and she bit her lip, wondering what he could have had planned.
"So this was the surprise?"
“I think it's a bit more than you expect," his canines glinted within his smirk and she could feel a tingle go through her spine at the thought of those teeth on her skin, as they've been so many times before.
"Well I hope so, this isn't much of a surprise you know. You in my tent, again?" A breath of laughter escaped her throat and he raised his eyebrows shrugging,
"I can't say that is much of a surprise. I can't keep my hands, or eyes, or mouth, or- I've run out of body parts to list- I can't keep myself off of you... as it were."
She giggled, "And is that such a bad thing?"
Those wolfish teeth she admired so much bit the corner of his mouth as his eyes roved her body at the question. "Most certainly not, my Warden."
His his tongue replaced his teeth on his lips. "I can't think of a better way to spend my time."
Smiling, she opened her mouth to give a quick retort, as was so often their way, but he held up his hands to silence her. "No no, enough chatter, I would rather hear something else come through those lips."
A smirk graced her features and she reached for the clasp of her robe, before once again she was stopped by the assassin’s quick hands. Her eyebrows turned down, mouth becoming a line, "What is it now?"
With a throaty chuckle at her eagerness, a longing sigh soon followed. His eyes sidled up the trail of her body, and with a breath he stated, " Just let me take care of everything."
She shivered at the tone of voice he used. It was all velvet, his accent lapping up the words as though they were honey. "Besides, it wouldn't be a surprise that way, would it?”
Beatrix looked to the side, unsure what to do with herself, " I suppose not."
His mouth curled up handsomely at the corners before it opened and his breath flowed against her face- all tang and mint. "Close your eyes."
At the statement, her eyes narrowed, but quickly she obeyed, lids fluttering shut.
"Don't make me regret this." It was a request spoken like a statement, to which he laughed.
"I wouldn't dream of it," His voice was suddenly close to her ear. “Do you trust me?" The slow breaths he took were still hot on her ear.
A shuddered exhale tore through her throat and she knew that he could hear her voice crack as she tried to remain calm in her reply. "For the most part."
That chuckle of his was now somewhere in front of her, "That's all I need."
With that she felt a smooth cloth ghost against her eyelids, the slide of fabric closing in -what she could only assume was a knot- at the back of her head.
Zevran’s fingertips lingered against her cheekbones, but other than that she could not sense him. After all, being there, but not at all, was his specialty. "Is this alright?"
He did not reply to this, all she could hear was a bit of rustling not far to her right. Then, suddenly, his hands on her wrists. A slice of leathery fabric coiled over her them like a snake, suddenly tightening with a quiet 'snap'. "And this?"
Beatrix had only ever heard about this sort of game- It was within in tomes hidden away by her fellow mages, probably smuggled into the tower somehow. The pictures and words describing scenarios that confused and intrigued her. But she did not understand them, and without the diagrams as a guide, how would she articulate what these things meant?
She decided to leave things to Zev. After all, who would know better than he?
The flimsy leather bit into her wrists, and testing the restraints with a tug, she heard a low chuckle suddenly close to her ear. “Do you know what I’m going to do now?”
With a hesitant breathe, she shuffled her thighs together, heat beginning to pool in her loins. “I might…”
He tugged her foreward by her belt, grinding his growing arousal into her, “Would you like to find out?”
A hot breath left her lips at the sudden nip against the point of her ear. “Y-yes.”
His voice was a leisurely sigh, “Are you sure? It could take us-” Each word after this was punctuated by a nip at the corner of her jaw, “All. Night.”
Shivering, she gathered herself enough to retort; “That’s fine with me.” She was enjoying the prospects of being serviced while all she had to do was take it, for once. In the past, she had always done quite a bit of the work- if not all of it.
Snickering, he grinned against her neck. “Excellent.” And with that, she was flat on her back, all the air suddenly cast from her lungs with a short rasp.
The furs of her bedroll puffed up underneath her as she fell and then lay still. She could squirm, light the leather strips on fire, she could break free. But where would the fun be in that?
The girl suddenly felt the heat from his person radiating from just above her, light touches hovering over her clothed skin. Then, his mouth was suddenly on hers.
Their lips tangled, tongues melding together as she openly moaned into his mouth. The sound caused a chuckle to reverberate from him and through their conjoined flesh.The heat between their panting mouths only furthered the hazy lust that clouded her mind.
Lips still connected, his hands worked down her body, smoothing out all the wrinkles of her clothing.
She could hear and see nothing, and suddenly there was a light tearing sound.
Just barely managed to pry her lips off of his, she opened her mouth with question before his mouth was forced back on hers. Pulling away for barely a moment, he whispered, "Do not concern yourself...Remember- leave everything to me."
She managed just a slight moan in reply, his teeth on her plush lips made it hard to voice any words.
Zevran could not see her eyes, but the delicious colour of red her face had turned did well to highlight all her gorgeous freckles. This sight caused a deep rush of desire run through him, his pheromones demanding him to make sure that her cheeks stayed that shade.
He found himself distracted a moment as he looked over her, splitting the fabric of her robe and undergarments inch by inch to release her chest to the cool air. Watching her body jitter with anticipation, he found himself wondering what he would do with himself if they ever were to part ways.
'No,' he shook his head, 'Enjoy the now.'
Her breasts shuddered with each new inch of skin exposed, cool air hardening them into small buds. She felt the edge of his blade against her skin, the ice-like metal just licking the flesh beneath her bottom small clothes.
The elf girl heard him whisper over the quiet of the tent, voice coming out as a breath. "Remember that word I taught you? If you need me to stop anything, don't forget to use it." She hummed in acknowledgement, wriggling her body to persuade him to continue.
His cock jolted at the needy movement, lips caught between his teeth as he looked upon the longing pout to her lips. “Do whatever you want to me.” Both his dick and heart throbbed at those words.
With that, he was back upon her, hands now easily casting the shredded cotton of her clothing to the sides of her curves, hands caressing the plush skin as he went. His mouth latched onto her neck, tugging at her skin lightly with his teeth.
Breaking away momentarily, he brought his knife out of its sheath once more, pressing his lips to her ears, “Try not to move too much....” She could feel his mouth quirked into a smile as his lips ghosted the pointed shell. “If you don’t want to get cut.”
She suddenly gasped, a sudden chilled pinprick against the dip of her nipple, before it dragged downward over the swell of her right breast. “Z-Zev…”
He hummed, spinning the dagger skillfully in a hand before bringing it back down to trail against her neck. Watching her quiver against his ministrations brought him teetering on the edge of excitement. It was intoxicating, watching the blade dance over her caramelly-tan skin, the silver flashing as it wound between the valley of her breasts, over her naval, down to the skin of her sex…
Beatrix lurched at the feeling of the metal tracing her nether lips, and Zevran pulled back just in time to keep her from slicing herself. He clicked his tongue with a playfully ‘tsk.’ “Naughty Warden, you could have giving yourself a nice mark there.”
She harrumphed, voice shrill with pleasure and her lack of control, “You didn’t warn me.” The girl stuttered weakly, breath a rasp.
“Hmmm?” He brought his body back to hover over hers. “Should I have?” He chuckled, swooping in to sigh into her ear, “What would be the fun in that?”
She was about to protest, but he covered her lips with his own, bringing the knife back to her navel, slowly inching the tip closer, tortuously slowly. “Is this better?”
“So impatient!” He grinned, pulling the knife away all together. The impatience she was used to wouldn’t stand here, not this time. Not with him.
He would break her of her need to get things done quickly and efficiently. He would show her just how good this could get.
The assassin planted his legs atop her thighs, pinning them to the ground. She said nothing now, only quirking her lips into a questioning pout. His free hand pressed against her stomach, forcing her back flat against the floor. Most of his weight was on her now, it would be a surprise if she could move her lower body at all.
Bringing the knife back for round three, he prayed she would cooperate, lest he have to bring out some more bindings for her legs. The edge brushed across her belly and over her thigh, and when she jumped this time, her body only twitched under his. Good.
Whimpering as he continued his ministrations, she wiggled her upper body, to which he laughed. “Not much to do now, hm?”
Smirking quietly, he ran the blade mischieviously close to her sex as she sqeaked. “Jerk.” He hummed merrily as he continued the path of the blade around the lips of her sex, registering her whimpers and shudders below him. The blade carved a path slowly lower, and he used the tip to lightly trace the slit of her vulva.
There was a loud moan at this, to which he smirked and groaned lowly, “I knew you would enjoy yourself.”
She sniffed, but did not reply until another moan was ripped from her throat. The hardest jolt of her body came when the point of the dagged ghosted the bud of her clit. “Zevran!”
“Hm, yes?” He spoke as if he didn’t know what she spoke of, mockingly concerned as he pointed precise focus on dragging the tip along the inner lips, “What can I do for you, you sweet thing?”
“What? How can I help if I don’t know what you want?”
He grinned, cheshire smile gracing his tanned complexion. “Soon.”
Tossing the knife back in it’s scabbard, he lifted himself from her completely. One by one, removing the clasps and ties that made up his armour.
He watched her with hungry eyes as she twisted her body with want, little mewls bubbling up from her lips as she waited for whatever would come.
When finished with his trappings, he knelt beside her, smiling at her helpless state. What most would give to see her like this, and here he was. An assassin, a rogue, with her flat on her back, begging for him.
Letting his hand hover over her, he just kissed her nether lips with the pads of his fingers, causing her to jolt in surprise. A moan tangled in itself on the way out of her throat.
His fingers slid over her briefly, before he removed them all together, moving to straddle the woman. Fingertips slid under her breasts, thumbs coming up to brush against the sensitive buds at the peaks.
Leaning over her, he placed his lips over the left as he removed his hand, tasting the slick that he had gathered from his fingers, and moaned at the flavour. Nipping at the swollen tips, she squeaked, hips now freely grinding up into whatever they could. Chuckling menacingly, he reached down with a hand to cover her clit with his free hand, moving to the other side of her chest.
He ground against her in turn, the slick of her pussy almost soaking through the crotch of his pants where he straddled her thighs. The sight was enough to make him throb with desire. Not yet.
The thumb against the bud of her sex moved in slow circles, torturing her with ecstacy as she cried in utter longing. He heard her mumble his name blissfully.
Hissing in reply, he moaned out, “Yes. Give yourself to me, darling.”
She shuddered against the movement of his hands. The one on her breast kneading and pinching the sensitive nerve endings. Her hips moved in a rhythm that would make him assume she was close-
Suddenly he removed his touch with a smirk, watching as she shook in desire, shocked at the sudden lack of stimulation, “Zevran!”
She opened her mouth, even before words would come out to gape openly, “Touch me!”
“Hmm, I’m not sure. Do you think you have earned it?”
“I’m not sure-” He playfully bit back, moving down her body all the while to come face to face with her sex, clear fluid dribbling from her core and onto her thighs. As she opened her mouth to reply he was on her once again, mouth all at once covering her sex.
“O-Oh!” She moaned loudly, causing his hips to twitch against the floor involuntarily.
His mouth laved at her opening, touching all the lewd places his fingers knew she loved. Having not come down all the way from her near-high, it was only minutes before she was near screaming with the pleasure she was receiving.
With a final stroke of his tongue along the split of her vulva, he broke away from her, lapping the sticky sweetness from his lips with a ragged breath.
Beatrix wailed at her second denied orgasm in a row, thrashing to and fro with what little movement she could muster. “Zevran-”
“I know, I know, my Warden.” The back of his arm ran over where the fluid began to leak down his chin. “Fuck you, I got it.”
He worked the ties of his dampened trousers open, grinning at the patch from her moistened loins. Once they slid down his thighs, he took his cock within his hands, stroking the engorged head before leaning over her once again. He let go only to prod at her entrance with a finger, looseley toying at her opening before pushing in and stroking slowly.
She whimpered, bucking up into his hand and sighing at the friction, moaning deeply as he inserted another finger. Before long she was thrashing again, and he moved his hands beside the both of them, only moving a hand to guide himself to her lips.
This feeling was unique, she knew that he was getting to the most anticipated moment, and she shook with excitement. He grinned at the longing way she bit her lip, while slowly easing the head between her lips.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“So much! Zevran, I want you- No I need you inside of me!”
“So enthusiastic! I’ll make a proper little slave of you yet!” He laughed openly, teasingly stroking his shaft along her slit.
“Pleeease Ze-” Before she could even finish begging, he had thrust himself inside her, bottoming out as her mouth became an ‘O’. A sob tore from her throat, but not from pain.
He began a brutal pace, pummeling into her sopping heat. The wet squelch of their conjoined sexes ringing out, no doubt alerting the others of their lewd activities... if the moaning hadn’t succeeded in that already.
The thrusts jostled her body, she would have slid away, were it not for the rogue’s harsh grip to her hips. His hands digging into her flesh continued to pull her back into the movement of his pelvis.
Breathing ragged, he moved down to take a hold of her neck with his teeth, causing her to wail in pleasure, moving her ass back to meet his thrusts.
Whispering deliciously naughty things, about all the things he thought about her- He heard her whines building up to a peak, getting louder and louder until finally-
“Zevran- Ah-!” He felt her walls spasm around him, causing his hips to stutter, but ever resilient, he continued his rough pounding. She gasped and cried as she met him, practically screaming his name.
While still in the heat of orgasm, he took ahold of her upper torso, licking his lips and yanking her back and onto his lap. Her hair whipped back, loosened from her regular bun and into messy locks, splayed around her face as she now sat in his lap, adjusting to the new posture, while still rocking within her high.
He thrust up into her, pulling her hips down to crash roughly into his own, a mix of a chuckle and moan rasped from his throat. “That’s it, do that again…”
She shivered at his words, surprised when his hand was on her cheek. Suddenly, the veil was torn from her eyes and she was face to face with the adoring expression on his face. The intensity she met in his eyes surprised her. There was so much passion, like a fire was stoked in his soul.
His face was flushed and longing, his hands moving upward to cup her breasts, kneading roughly as he pushed into her. With a shuddering sigh, his mouth pressed to hers again, bodies writhing in pleasure as she felt a hand move down her torso, coming to a rest atop her clit.
Gasping, she slammed her hips down on his, hands suddenly freed with a quick tug from his fingers. Within the flurry of passion, her nails whipped up to his back, clutching fiercely at his shoulder blades before raking down his back.
“More, more- Zeveran, more! Ah!”
Another wail ripped from her, pace slowing and thighs clenching around his body. With a shudder, he came inside her.
They both gasped in shallow breaths, sighs puffing against each other as they animalistically tore at each others bodies with frenzied fingers. Trails of red and bite marks blooming on each other's variating tanned flesh.
The last few jolts of pleasure worked through the both of them, breathing slowing to mirror each other's with a sudden mutual feeling of fulfillment.
“Yes?” His eyebrows raised, hips teasingly rubbing into hers as she laughed and swatted his shoulder playfully.
“Amazing,” She sighed in absolute, obvious bliss. Pure euphoria dripping from the word.
“A pleasure my Warden,” Zevran chuckled, adoration, still clear, on his face. “What would you do without me?”
With a hum, Beatrix rested her cheek against his shoulder, pecking the side of his neck. “I honestly don’t know.”
He smiled to himself, chest swelling with a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long while. “Then I’m not going to go anywhere."
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