Strings Attached - a There and Back Again Story
Copyright© 2018 by Aquea
Chapter 25: Nathaniel
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 25: 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 sighed. Any other time the woman had asked him to take his clothes off, he’d have been thrilled. However, she’d made it quite clear that nothing was going to happen that night, and as he got a whiff of the alcoholic stench coming off his clothes – to both disguise the liquor he hadn’t drunk, and also hide the fact that his breath didn’t smell very strongly – he admitted she was probably wise to decline. But now he was supposed to shuck his trousers so she could inspect his bare skin – while fully hard and almost desperately aroused.
He pulled his loose tunic back over his head to give himself a moment. He closed his eyes, wincing at the smell of the foul moonshine Oghren had been drinking, and tried to think about anything other than the beautiful woman kneeling at his feet. He avoided thinking about the dungeon or the torture – he wasn’t quite ready to traumatize himself to that degree to avoid a little embarrassment – but tried instead to think about the Grand Cleric, the darkspawn, or archery ... He opened his eyes to see a mischievous expression on her face. Leliana knelt almost submissively, her hands on her thighs, her shoulders back, looking up at him through her lashes. Her lips kept twitching with a suppressed grin. The entire picture shot a wave arousal straight to his groin, and he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers in dismay. The little witch knew exactly what she was doing – and she was enjoying it, damn her to the void.
But two could play at that game. With a last deep breath, he steeled himself and forced a cocky expression onto his face, smirking down at her confidently. His hands went to the laces of his trousers, and he slowly, methodically untied them until they were loose on his hips. He turned, playing shy, and nudged the fabric until it fell to pool at his feet, leaving her staring at his tight rear in nothing but smalls. Her quick gasp was all he needed to stiffen his resolve, and he stepped out of the trousers lazily and turned around so the noticeable bulge in his smalls was practically right in her face.
“They’re all yours,” he commented, and she jumped slightly and picked up the trousers quickly. “Shall I remove the rest?”
“I think this will suffice, my Lord,” she croaked, her usually musical voice hoarse.
He hid a smile behind his hand and faked a yawn, then reached down to hold out a water skin in her direction. “Throat dry?”
She looked up at him again, and they both broke out in a fit of laughter. “No thank you.” She finished looking over his trousers and gave his legs a quick – but professional – once over. “I think you’re safe.”
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