Strings Attached - a There and Back Again Story
Copyright© 2018 by Aquea
Chapter 17: Nathaniel
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 17: Nathaniel - Nathaniel Howe, the pariah of Ferelden. Leliana, a damaged bard. Two people who never should have met - but the story has changed, and somehow the two are drawn together despite everything. There and Back Again presented their relationship as a 'fait accompli' - but how did it start?
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fan Fiction GameLit High Fantasy Oral Sex
He watched her sleep for hours, in the end, reluctant to wake her after everything she’d been through during the day. She slept with her mouth slightly open, her face looking younger when slack, and he’d contented himself to hold her, shifting his grip periodically to avoid cramping up – and to make sure he warmed all of her as much as he could.
He hadn’t been joking when he said she’d saved his life; he’d seen what happened to people who’d been bitten by Blight wolves, and it wasn’t pretty. She’d fought off an entire pack of them, alone, all while protecting him – and then she’d found shelter, carried him there, and spent the rest of the evening collecting firewood and elfroot in the rain.
He was never going to be able to repay her.
Which just made him even more uneasy. He’d been fascinated by the beautiful bard from the start – not only her sweet voice and pretty face, but also her certainty and faith, her self-assurance and optimism even in the face of her apparent intimate familiarity with torture. It wasn’t surprising that he would be attracted to her – but he should also know better.
He was a Howe. The son of the worst monster Ferelden had seen since King Meghren. His family name and honour were destroyed, and any personal regard the few nobles on speaking terms with him gave him was due mostly to pity. The entire country hated him – the Amaranthine folks would despise him for not being his father, and the rest would scorn him for his blood-relation to the maniac. He was expected to take over an Arling full of nobles who’d only ever followed Rendon because he bribed or threatened them to, and commoners who’d been abused by his father and the other nobles for years. He was already aware of threats on his life – and he didn’t think the conspirators would hesitate to involve anyone he cared for in their games.
He didn’t have a problem with them coming after him; he was prepared for it, knew the likely players and how they worked, and had the support of the King in dealing with it – but he’d walk willingly into the Void before he allowed someone else to paint themselves a target by associating with him.
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