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"Try to hold back," he murmured, voice rough from her nails and her beautiful need. "Don't come just yet. Let it drag out."

His fingers circled her clit slowly, gently. Finding a rhythm that made her moan the loudest. Tighter and tighter circles until he was stroking her clit directly, bracing himself for her reaction.

Her reaction was to obey. She panted, whimpered, made soft, needy moans - and while she forced her hips to be still, she couldn't stop the tension that her entire body held, how it made her shiver against him. Her fingers let go of his shoulders - only for her arms to wrap around him, for her face to bury in his neck. Fenris was helpless and shameless at once, most every exhale a wordless beg.

"That's it," he crooned, not really aware of how desperate she actually was. "Let yourself feel it, let it build."

He sighed against her, caught her ear in his teeth and sucked at it lightly. His hand shifted so his thumb rubbed her clit, and his finger dipped shallowly into her entrance. Shallow, then deeper, and deeper- then he slid two fingers into her at once and fucked her hard and deep, crooking his fingers to reach that spot inside her. His thumb worked at her clit all the while, and he bit at her ear a little harsher.

"Let it build until you can't stand it anymore, until you absolutely have to. Oh, gorgeous, it'll feel so much better- wait until you need it more than breathing, then let yourself go."

"Hnnhh..." Fenris' head tossed back and she said... something. The words were obscured, spoken in a rush, slurred as her fingers found his hair again. At last, he had his fingers inside her and deodamnatus, that felt amazing. It had been a long time - years - since anyone had touched her that way, and she was tight around them. Her muscles squeezed those fingers, clenched around them in an effort to keep them inside, and her efforts to hold her hips still failed.

She truly was coming apart. The attention to her ear, his voice, his fingers, the thumb drawing maddening circles against that most sensitive flesh, and he was telling her to wait. She really was going to come apart.

Fucking hell, having Fenris writhing and coming apart on top of him was the most incredibly hot thing he'd experienced in a very long time. Every sound she made went straight to his cock, every movement making him ache, her tight heat clinging to his fingers sending a shudder through him. Maker above, he couldn't wait to feel that around his cock.

In the mean time, though, her need roared through him like fire, making him nibble at her ear again and croon in a gravelly voice, "Tell me what you want, Fen. Can you feel it yet? Do you want to come?"

"Yes," she sobbed, starting to pepper his neck and his jaw with kisses. "Yes, yes, please, Varric--"

For all she was begging, there was nothing of that horrible servility about this. It was need and want and there was a heat in her voice that was for him and only him, not some figure from her past. This was his doing, the feeling that was buzzing through her, leaving her breathless. This was Varric's fault, and she would find some beautiful way to thank him.

That was when Varric realized she how she was taking his advice. And while it made him moan, hardened his cock even more, hearing her desperation, realizing how she held back for him, he wanted her to understand what was really going on here.

So he met her kiss and kept working her over, only breaking the kiss to look into those gorgeous green eyes and whisper, "It was a suggestion, Fenris, not an order."

Then his fingers sped up, fucking her harder, rubbing her clit faster and faster, pushing her far past what anybody could resist.

"I know--" She let go of his lips for the fraction of a moment it took to say it before sinking in again, interrupting again, "I know, I just--"

Maker above, she felt starved for him. Her nails scraped against his scalp, along the side of his neck as she made herself pull back, made herself meet his gaze with eyes gone dark from arousal. There was a fraction, a small fraction (maybe not so small) of her that wanted him to see just what she could do. To show off. And that drove her to keep speaking, for all she wanted nothing more than to devolve into those sounds of sex that were coming so very naturally.

"Tell me. Tell me; I want-- to hear you-- I want to hear you tell me to--" So close. So very close. Fenris bit her lip against a sobbing cry before she could finish:

"Tell me to come."

The noise Varric made wasn't entirely human- or dwarven. It was a low, animal growl, that had him gripping her tighter and gritting his teeth against a powerful surge of lust. The way she fell apart, the way she could barely string two words together, was all but sobbing from need, from want, made him ache so powerfully that it was all he could do to not rip his smalls aside and fuck her right there.

But no. She asked for something- Maker, did she ask. So he held her tighter and touched her faster and growled against her lips, "Come for me. Now."

With only the faintest ring of green around her pupils, Fenris' eyes caught on Varric's. She looked into their depths, bit into her lower lip. And then, she let go.

Her eyes didn't stray from his as her mouth fell open and she cried out. Her hands squeezed against him, her hips thrust onto his fingers, and she clenched around his fingers in waves. She was an elf, thin and narrow, and in that moment, it was obvious just how that changed how she was built, how tight she could be around him.

But slowly, all of those muscles relaxed, eased and opened, tension leaving her a shivering mess with the most sated smile on her face as she looked at him. It could feel like that, she now knew. It really could.

Varric knew he would remember that sight until the day he died: Fenris, mouth open in helpless ecstasy, crying out in orgasm while looking into his eyes and writhing around him. He stroked and touched her through her orgasm, but where she was sated, he was wound so tightly he thought he might actually die if he didn't touch his cock right now.

"Holy shit," he groaned, stunned.

Rather than stroke her or pet her through the aftershocks, or kissing her, or stroking her hair, or any of the normal things he would have done, he pulled aside his ripped smalls, tossed them away, and pulled her down onto his cock with a desperate moan. She was tight enough that he didn't want to just slam his cock into her, so it was slow-going: he held her easily, light as she was, and worked the broad, thick head inside her, head bowed to her shoulder with a shudder.

Her eyes widened. Maker, he was huge. She'd vaguely known he was... large, just from how she'd felt rocking against him, but that sort of abstract idea contrasted with the reality of him slowly pushing into her was a wide gap. If she'd not had that orgasm, if she'd not been so relaxed, she wasn't sure he'd even fit, but now, she knew she wanted every inch.

A thought came to her and she tipped her hips just a bit, a faint angle so that, as Varric pushed in, her flat belly showed a certain distinct curve instead. She suspected it would work, and when it did, a grin of satisfaction came over her. That was one hell of a perverse sight, and she loved it. And she took hold of one of Varric's hands to move it over it, to show him what he was doing to her.

He let her move his hand wherever she wanted, but once he actually felt it- his mouth dropped open in a gasp, a shudder of raw lust thundering through him. "Fucking flames, that's..."

An actual bump from the outline of his cock, pushing inside her. He flattened his palm over it, feeling the push and the bulge in her stomach, pushing against her and feeling an answering pressure against his cock. It drew a shuddering moan and a mumbled curse. Maker, how had he gotten so lucky? How could anything be this unfairly hot?

"I should warn you," he groaned, voice gone low and deep from want. "You're gonna ruin me for anybody else."

With that, he gripped her hips and pulled her down, seating himself all the way inside her.

She was sure his cock went all the way to her throat. She was absolutely sure of it because, in that moment, all she could do was hold on and take the shallowest little breaths. He was so thick, so long - she'd never felt anything like it. And his words? When she could breathe again, she pulled herself tight to him to purr at his ear, "Good. Because I never-- Mm, never want anyone else to touch me but you."

No one else could do this. Make the hurting stop, stretch her so thoroughly, manage to be so sweet and such an (endearing) ass at the same time. Her heart gave another little thump when she thought about it, but she didn't let that distract her. She kissed him instead, and shifted astride him, giving a slow thrust of emphasis. Nothing, no one, else could ever compare.

He gave a ragged, wrecked groan that tore from his throat almost painfully. Maker's ass, she was tighter than hell, hot, slick, gripping his cock like a vise. And the helpless way she lost her breath, how she writhed on his cock, oh- he couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else, couldn't remember having ever wanted someone so intensely and suddenly before. And the tightness- that wasn't something he'd felt with humans or dwarves, no matter how inexperienced.

That single slow thrust made him throw his head back with a low moan, hands gripping her hips tighter. "Holy fuck," he managed. "Shit, now I see what the big deal about elves is."

Then he winced at his own shitty word choice. "Sorry. My brain is kind of being squeezed out my dick right now."

Fenris answered with a low, throaty laugh, the fingernails of one hand scraping his scalp, sifting through his hair. "Just wait until I let you fuck my ass," she purred, and then she started to move.

She was no amateur. The way she moved on him made that clear. He was so perfectly thick and hard and she was moaning with the want of it. And the way she could see how he moved inside her - fasta vass, that was intoxicating. Fenris splayed her hand over her own belly, pressing against him with each rock of her hips.

Varric made a sound like a strangled cat and clutched her harder, burying her face in her neck for a moment under a wave of agonizing lust. After a few seconds he let her go, sitting back against the cave wall and letting her ride him. She was glorious to behold: dusky, glistening, lyrium-lined, and glorious, hair and tiny tits bouncing with each motion, head thrown back in lust, moans tripping from that beautifully kissable mouth.

His hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts again, gently tugging and twisting at her nipples as she rode him. Each stroke, each agonizing slick-tight thrust, had him groaning at her impossible heat. The sight of his own cock bulging her stomach- well, that was almost as entrancing as the rest of her, and it was hard to make himself look at anything else.

"Look at that," he murmured hoarsely. "I didn't even think that was possible."

"Mmh, neither did I," Fenris panted, but she liked it, liked the sight and the feel, the stretch and the depth, and ... and everything. She liked that she could get him to react that way just by talking.

And that thought made her smirk.

She pushed her hips down tight to his, grinding hard with his cock buried entirely inside her. "Mm, so-- so when you come in me," she half panted, reaching down to let her fingers slide around where they were joined. "Do you think you'll come enough to put a little curve..."

One fingertip traced the convex line of his cock inside her.

"...in my belly? A little bump out where it usually goes in?"

A sound escaped him that almost sounded like a whimper. "Andraste's ass," he groaned. "The uptight elf's got a filthy mouth on her. How the fuck did I get this lucky?"

His hand joined hers in tracing that line of his cock inside her for a moment. Then he gripped her hips in his strong hands and lifted her up before slamming her down his cock again, over and over, fucking her onto his cock.

Edited 2018-07-05 06:43 (UTC)

"I'm not upti-Iiii--" Her words devolved into the highest-pitched, neediest sound as her body was practically impaled on Varric's cock time and again. Moans and gasps and incoherent noises left her with every one of those movements, her arms flailing behind her to take hold of his ankles so she could brace herself and help him fuck her senseless. Just then, that seemed like the best idea anyone had ever had.

Her tits bounced with every impact of hips to hips, nipples tight and pointed at the ceiling the way she was bent backward. "Fuck me," she panted as she could. "Fuck me, Varric. Break me for anybody but you..!"

Varric leaned forward, grabbed her arms, and pulled her in closer, throwing her arms over his shoulders so he could embrace her in return.

"I don't think so," he growled, holding her in a strong grip, hand in her hair, moaning close against her lips. "I could never break something so gorgeous."

With that, he kissed her. Kissed her, and kept rolling his hips into her, then rolled them both over onto his coat so he could fuck her into the damn ground. It was a good position, one that let him bend her practically in half so he could reach her mouth to kiss her.

Every sound she made was swallowed by his kisses, her legs wrapping tightly around him even folded as she was. This was too good. In the moments when their mouths weren't touching, every word she said was some variant of 'yes' or 'please' or 'more.' She was gasping, moaning - and moment by moment, she was getting more urgent.

Fenris rocked up against him, taking his full length with every stroke. For the first time that she could remember, every nerve in her body was alive with pleasure, and before she wanted it to, she was feeling another orgasm begin. "Mhh-- I'm s-so close..!"

"Shhh, not yet, beautiful," he murmured against her lips. "Don't come until I say so."

The fact that she held on so well, that she lapsed into obeying that order so easily- it probably should have set off alarm bells, but hell, she'd wanted him to give the order, and he wanted more than anything to watch her dissolve into desperation again.

So, to make it harder on her, he started fucking her faster, deeper, snaked a hand between them to touch her. Bloody flames, he could feel the heat rising in him. It wouldn't be long now.

"Varric--" she whined, hands clenching onto him, but she held on to all of those sensations, held back on her orgasm for all it almost hurt to do it. She was panting, writhing under him, thrusting up toward him to take his entire length into her body. Every movement stretched her wide and Maker but she loved it, the feeling adding to that sweet agony. "Varric, please!"

She wanted release. More than that, she wanted to feel his release. She wanted his warmth to spread in her belly, to feel him pulse inside her.

"Please, let me--"

At first it was easy to keep fucking her, to bend her legs back and drive into her relentlessly and rub her sensitive little clit and feel her tighten impossibly around him. It was easy, it was needful, it was right.

Then she started begging. She started begging and Varric growled, shuddering under a surge of lust that nearly choked the air out of him. Sodding stone, it shouldn't have been so fucking hot to hear her whine and beg, but he leaned down with frantic breaths to bite at her breast, to moan out lusty praises - how beautiful, how tight, how hot, can't wait to feel her - until his thrusts stuttered and lost rhythm. So lost was he in his own pleasure that he almost forgot, but at the last second he growled against her throat, "Come for me, gorgeous."

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