Reverse-Cowgirl Diplomacy

"It's a dream. But it's a good dream."

Elissa shook her head at Sten. "How very fortunate for you," she muttered, remembering all too well the rubbery texture of Howe's flaccid cock in her mouth.

Sten continued to stare at her impassively, unmoved by her envy. "It's still a cage, Sten," she finally said. "Just like Lothering."

"Here, or Lothering or Orlais, it's all the same. Far from home, one place is no better than any other."

Elissa sighed impatiently. She needed to get out of this place and erase all she had seen from her mind, hopefully by indulging in a good, stiff fuck. She had no idea who the lucky person was going to be--perhaps Greagoir might be up for another tussle--but one way or the other, this needed to end.

"I'm still in charge, Sten. On your feet. We're leaving."

"You do not give orders," Sten said, sounding vaguely amused. "It is not your way. We have discussed before your weaknesses as a leader."

"You're right. I don't usually give orders. Usually I just offer sexual favors," Elissa snapped. "I want out of this place. If I promise you the fuck of your life, will you please, for the Maker's sake, leave here with me?"

"Fuck? I do not know this word."

"Oh, Andraste's tits! Fuck. To copulate. To fornicate. To have sex. To couple."

One of the images of the dead Qunari let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "Do you hear this? I think the little thing wants to mate with the sten."

The other Qunari snorted. "Then the little thing seeks death."

"Parshaara!" Sten snapped at the illusions before turning his steady gaze back to Elissa. "As intriguing as your offer is, you would not survive the experience."

"I heard you say as much to Morrigan," Elissa countered, suddenly no longer feeling as flippant as when she had first issued the offer, "but I think you're bluffing. Killing one's mate is a singularly ineffective way to ensure the survival of one's race."

"Qunari women would have nothing to fear," Sten replied. "They are large, and strong, and take great pleasure in duress. But you are small and weak."

"Perhaps not as weak as you think," Elissa murmured. "You saw me as we left Lothering. What sort of duress do you think I endured there?" she leaned closer to Sten, and whispered conspiratorially, "And I still managed to come. Many, many times."

"If the sten doesn't want the small one, the karashok and I will have her. For as long as she lasts, that is."

"I don't fuck demons," she sneered at the illusions.

The other Qunari chuckled. "Is the ashaad going to let this little runt of a female speak to him this way?"

The one referred to as the ashaad began to rise to his feet. Elissa's bow was in her hands, an arrow drawn and nocked, as Sten barked, "Stand down. I would hate to see you all die again."

"No, we won't let you leave us again!"

The demon-Qunari fell with an arrow shaft jutting from its forehead before it could advance more than a few paces, while Sten charged the other. With seconds, that one was dead as well, and Sten stood panting over the corpse from whose chest his sword protruded.

Contemptuously, he kicked the corpse aside and strode angrily toward Elissa, his violet eyes burning. Instinctively, she dropped her bow and fell into a fighting stance without even realizing she had done it. "I will take your offer," Sten announced. "Here. Now. Where I cannot break you."

When his massive arms reached for her, Elissa was not there, sidestepping his direct advance nimbly and delivering an elbow to his throat as he passed. Choking and coughing, he whirled on her, disbelief writ plain on his face.

"I may be small, but I am not helpless," she snarled, arousal and battle-lust making her blood course through her veins like liquid fire. She had no interest in playing the victim. If he was going to have her, let him fight for the privilege. She wanted wanted his blood to race at the same pitch as hers, wanted him beyond thoughts of restraint or control. "We shall see who comes out of this broken."

It was an uneven match, all told, and Elissa knew it. She was a capable fighter, but combat prowess was not her strongest skill. Speed and agility were on her side, but strength was on his and his reach was nearly double hers. The best she could hope to do was to get her licks in before he overpowered her.

The next time he came at her, he was better prepared. Her attempt to evade his grasp was only partially successful. She managed to kick his knee out from under him, but not before the arm that had been meant to seize her instead struck a stunning blow to her head as she attempted to duck beneath it. She staggered, and his arm snagged her around the middle before she could regain her footing and put some distance between them.

Being pulled against his armored form was like being thrown against a stone wall. The breath was driven from her and she thought her ribs might crack from the force of that single arm pulling her in close. Even kneeling he was nearly as tall as she was and suddenly she realized that a single one of his hands covered most of her back. The thought made her quail in sudden fear and she had to remind herself that she had no actual physical form here to be injured and that neither she nor her babe were in jeopardy.

The other gigantic hand closed about her throat, pulling her up until her toes barely brushed the ground as he rose to stand himself. Elissa clawed at his hand, desperate for breath, attempting to kick him. His other hand came up and grabbed at her armor, tugging at the buckles. The dream-quality of the Fade became apparent as they seemed to magically fall open at his touch, responding to his will rather than his fingers, and he jerked her cuirass from her body and tossed it aside. Her smallclothes and breastband were shredded as they were ripped away, leaving her dangling in his hand wearing only her boots. Only then did Sten drop her.

She fell to the ground, gulping huge, ragged breaths of air through her bruised throat as Sten stripped off his own armor in a fraction of the time that removing full plate should have taken. Elissa froze, then, as she looked up, and up, and understood just why Sten had feared he could kill her.

His cock was unlike anything she'd ever seen, bigger even than her imagination had permitted her to envision when she'd first thought on the matter. It was larger even than the biggest of the Orlesian objets d'amour with which her mother had demonstrated certain skills for her, some of which had been molded using horses and oxen as models. Even the hood of skin from which the head peaked out seemed heavier than it should have. And as he stroked himself, sliding the skin back, the head that emerged was a nearly as large as her fist.

"Maker's cock!" she breathed in horrified admiration.

"No," Sten replied patiently, as though speaking to a dunce, "that is my cock."

Elissa's brain screamed that there was no possible way she could take that...that.... Her cunt, however, announced just as adamantly that she most certainly would. It pulsed in anticipation, sending an unending stream of slick fluid to trickle down her thighs.

When Sten reached her, she swung her legs out, sweeping his feet out from underneath him and sending him crashing to the ground beside her. Before he had a chance to catch his breath, she was straddling his thick chest, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she ground her cunt against him.

"I do not understand," he gasped as she peeled her mouth from his to bite him on the neck, just over the artery where his pulse thundered. "Where did you learn of Qunari mating practices?"

Elissa chuckled deep in her throat but did not release the pressure of her teeth on his skin until he grumbled, his hands closing on her arms, his fingers digging in painfully. He pulled one of her arms to his mouth and holding her wrist in an unbreakable grip, set his teeth into the flesh of her forearm, biting, biting even as she howled in pain, writhing on his chest as she coated his skin with her own cunt juices. He could have ripped a chunk of flesh from her arm, she knew, but he stopped when his teeth just broke the skin and brought blood to the crescent he left there. Still, it was enough; tears burned her eyes and she whimpered as he licked the blood from his lips with a satisfied smile.

"As you have marked me, so I shall mark you," he rumbled. "It is our way. As life is both pain and pleasure combined, so must mating be."

"Then it is an uneven exchange," she replied, her voice clogged as shudders of pain continued to ripple through her in time to the pulsing ache in her arm, "for I did not draw blood."

"Then you must," he insisted, baring his throat to her. "It is your due. You must claim your toll for the pain of childbearing."

Elissa went still, staring at him in shock. "You know!"

"Of course I know," Sten answered, unmoved by her astonishment. "Parshaara! Do we fuck or not?"

Elissa hovered on the brink of indecision, the animalistic fury that had carried her to this point falling away. Sten gave an impatient growl and shoved a hand between her cunt and his chest, finding her clit with little trouble. Elissa's head snapped back as a lightning-sharp wave of sensation sizzled through her. Sten's other hand closed over the back of her head and pulled her down into a kiss that involved far more teeth than she was accustomed to, but which began to awaken in her the frenzied lust which had guided her to her present position. Soon her lips were raw and swollen, and she wrenched her mouth from his in a quest for air and relief.

Closing his eyes, Sten tipped his head back, exposing his neck once more. Elissa licked her way down to the junction of his shoulder, marveling at the fact that his neck was larger than her thigh. There was something primal about the odor of his skin, and it awoke her most basic and instinctive desires, desires which cared nothing about love or affection and concerned themselves only with finding a mate, claiming, owning, marking, fucking.

Her teeth sank into the tendon where his neck met his shoulder and Sten tensed and shuddered beneath her, but made no effort to stop her. Harder she bit, and harder, until she heard the soft, crunching sound of meat being torn, and the taste of rusted iron coated her tongue.

Then Sten did seize her, pulled her away, and she licked his blood off her lips as he pulled her down to his mouth once more.

His finger on her clit moved expertly, causing Elissa to wonder if Sten might not be quite a popular man amongst his own people, for her knew about pleasure and soon she was mewling into his mouth, sliding her cunt against his chest as pleasure mounted deep within her belly, drawing tighter that knot of tension that she knew would soon snap and send her careening over the precipice. When he raised his head and his mouth found her nipple, it did and she came with a breathless scream, bucking on his chest.

Somewhere in the middle of her orgasm, when her back arched and her hips thrust forward, Sten's finger slid inside her, easily twice the size of a human man's finger. Another climax crashed through her, hard on the heels of the first at the sudden pleasure of being stretched and filled. When the waves subsided and she caught her breath, she leaned back, exposing her cunt to his hand, feeling his insanely large cock behind her back, being brushed by her hair. That got a reaction from Sten, made his own head snap back and his jaw clench. Laughing, she turned her head, sweeping her hair across the head of his cock again and Sten opened his eyes to glare at her.

"Parshaara," he grumbled. "You will end this before it has begun."

Abruptly he rolled to his side, spilling her off his chest and onto the ground. He pushed her up onto her side and lifted one of her legs so that it rested across his shoulders while he lay between her thighs, his face near her cunt. His finger slid back into her easily, smoothly, working efficiently in and out as she relaxed and began to make contented moans, enjoying the simple pleasure of his finger fucking her slowly and thoroughly.

When a second finger joined the first, however, she felt herself begin to stretch and burn, her nerve endings screaming too much! even as instinct made her hips move, rolling and pushing to drive herself deeper upon his probing fingers. When the two fingers were seated deeply within her, his thumb brushed her clit and Elissa came, moaning and shivering, feeling herself loosen around his fingers until the burning eased and all that was left was the sensation of being full. Yet another orgasm washed over her when he pulled those fingers back and then thrust them in again, filling her once more in a single determined stroke.

In and out, in and out his fingers worked, insistently but patiently. "Is this what was meant to break me?" she asked between moans, pleasure erasing any hint of derision that might have made her words mocking.

"I do this neither to spare you pain nor bring you pleasure," he answered, pulling his fingers from her. When they returned, she realized he'd added a third and hissed through her teeth, feeling so unbearably stretched she thought she might tear. "I will couple with you, and you will find it an ordeal. But it will not be possible until you are prepared."

He pushed with his fingers, stretching her wider, filling her fuller than she'd ever been filled before. It burned and ached and yet she felt herself moving her hips again, urging him deeper. The sting of salt from his skin made her aware of the fact that his fingers were absorbing and rubbing her moisture away despite how insanely wet she'd been to begin with, and reaching behind her, she used one of her own fingers to lightly tease the entrance to her ass, caressing the ring of muscle, nudging it open before poking within ever so carefully.

Almost immediately another flood of lubrication from her cunt loosened her and made the passage of his fingers into her body easier. She came again as they slid home, his massive palm resting against her clit when his fingers were as deep within her as they could possibly go. The burning was almost gone, his hand was drenched with her fluids, and she thought she might burst from those huge fingers filling her. Then he began to fuck her with them, and the world dissolved into lunacy as one orgasm after another rocked her until she was wailing, sobbing, her hips bucking and thrusting as she sought to impale herself harder, faster, deeper.

"Now you are prepared," Sten announced, and when he withdrew his fingers she felt so achingly, agonizingly empty she thought she might die. He lifted her leg and scooted until it was no longer his shoulders between her thighs but his hips as he lay on his side between her legs, his enormous body nearly perpendicular to her own, and his cock pressing against her entrance. Without waiting for approval from her, he slid the head of his cock between her folds, gathering up moisture. With a nervous shudder, she once again reached back and teased her asshole, feeling her cunt clench and become even wetter. And then her head rolled from side to side on the ground as he began to push into her.

"Oh, Maker, please," she sobbed, not certain what she was asking, not certain she could bear it. Even with all the preparation he'd done, it still seemed too much. Stretched as she was, she felt tighter than a virgin. The pressure of his cock pushing against her without yielding, mercilessly parting her tight flesh. She was going to split in two, her hips would break, her flesh would tear, surely it must, surely she couldn't possibly take any more of that massive cock into her body....

And still he pushed. He went slowly only by necessity; there was simply no other way to proceed, no other way to force her body to accommodate him but with gradual persistence. Had he gone faster, tried to ram his way in, he would merely have injured her and created pain for both of them, but it would not have won him any deeper entry.

Elissa came again, screaming, as she felt the hard ridge of the head of his cock pass into her cunt. Sten began to give soft, snarling grunts in time to a tight jerking of his hips, withdrawing slightly each time only to slide in deeper with the next push. Another climax rippled through her, and another. Elissa found herself sobbing, her hair clinging to her sweat-and-tear dampened face as her fist pounded the ground beside her head. She braced with that fist and pushed, using it as leverage to shove herself further onto his cock, and then another devastating orgasm tore through her body when at last she felt the head of his cock rap against the entrance to her womb.

"Oh, Maker, oh Andraste, oh sweet fucking mercy...." A litany of curses and invocations fell from her babbling lips. She felt like she was impaled upon a tree trunk, uncomfortably aware of the fact that she could feel his cock rubbing against her pelvis through the thin layer of her flesh. It was at once painful and sublime, and she shuddered and moaned and begged for a reprieve which he would not grant her even if she had really wished him to do so.

His fingers closed upon her hip and pulled her toward him at the instant he drew back and surged forward again, and then she was lost. She came again, and again, sometimes silent, sometimes shrieking, sometimes lapsing out of consciousness entirely for several seconds until his next thrust roused her and started the process all over again.

Sten rolled onto his back, hauled her over him as easily as he would a rag doll, and thrust up into her so hard he crashed against the door to her womb, drawing a long wail of agonized pleasure from her. She hadn't the strength nor the leverage to ride him effectively and so he lifted and lowered her as effortlessly as he might have dragged his own fist up and down his cock while masturbating. When friction began to build, he took his cue from her earlier actions and used his finger to stimulate her asshole and again her cunt flooded. The fear and shock of feeling that massive finger prod her tight bud brought her to another mind-wracking orgasm. She fainted, and when she roused it was to find she had collapsed on his chest and he was still thrusting up, pulling her down, fucking her limp and unconscious body.

He pushed her off him, then, shoving onto her back and plunging into her as he hooked his arms under her knees, rearing up and driving deep. Whether it was the new position or if Sten was growing thicker and even harder in preparation for his own climax, she didn't know, but suddenly it was too much. Everything ached, everything was too intense, and even the spasms of orgasm had become painful.

"Stop!" she begged, "Oh, Maker, please stop!"

"I cannot!" he growled, plunging into her again.

"Please," she panted, another small climax rippling through her, and in desperation she seized upon another idea. "I want to taste you when you come."

Sten's furious thrusts came to a shuddering halt, his arms quivering with tension as he braced himself above her. Sweat rolled off his body in torrents, but he withdrew from her. Carefully, aware of her aching body, Elissa slid out from beneath him. He remained braced on his hands and knees, and Elissa turned, crawled under him and lifted her head to run her tongue along the ridge of his cock.

With a groan, Sten rocked. Aware that she could not possibly take him into her mouth, Elissa used her own saliva and the smooth glide of the skin of his cock to pump his shaft while she plied the knob with her tongue and lips, dipping into the slit with the tip of her tongue, caressing his balls with her other hand. Now within her hand she could feel him swelling, growing impossibly hard and tight, and as a quaking began in his body and a long, low groan rumbled up from his chest, she covered the slit and as much of the head as she could with her open mouth, sucking hard.

The salty taste of semen flooded her mouth, erupting from him in a burst that quickly filled her mouth to overflowing, more than she could even swallow in just the first spurts. His seed flowed from her mouth down her face and mouth and chest, dripping onto her breasts, and when she pulled back, choking, great ropey strands of thick pearlescent fluid shot across her face and shoulders in hot torrents. On it went, and on, spasm after spasm until Elissa was covered with more seed than she could have expected from half a dozen men at any one time. Sten took himself in hand and the last few short, milky bursts spent themselves on her belly as she lay there stunned, her skin and hair plastered in dripping sheets of his cum.

At last he pushed himself up and back, coming to rest on his knees before her, panting. She wiped huge congealing globs of seed off her eyes and blinked at him in astonishment.

"Andraste's cunt, you might have warned me!"

Sten began to laugh, a deep, satisfied, completely masculine sound, and in the next instant he had disappeared and Elissa was alone in the Fade once again.

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