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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."

It was all the encouragement she needed. She could feel how he lost rhythm, how his body took over. All of his words, his touches - they'd left her panting, whining, moaning; the sound of him thrusting into her fantastically lewd with her wetness along with the sound of skin on skin. All of that and she'd been left on the edge until that moment, when he said those words, and she let go of her control with a toe-curling cry of his name, the syllables echoing even in the closeness of the cave. Her muscles clenched over and over again, the orgasm strong enough that even her belly twitched with it, her entire body reacting to finally being allowed that peak.

It took some time for it to pass, a good few seconds for her to catch her breath, to open her eyes, and to look up at him in wonder. Her skin was gleaming with sweat, her eyes heavy-lidded, but her smile said it all as it grew, accompanied by a low laugh. "We are doing that again. ...Later."

Whatever the hell she said, he didn't hear it, so lost he was in his own pleasure. For as soon as she started squeezing rhythmically around him he growled and fucked into her even faster until he let out a low cry, her cunt tearing his orgasm from him. It seemed to go on forever but eventually he gasped his last, only just catching himself from an exhausted collapse on top of her.

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