Reverse-Cowgirl Diplomacy

"And what brings such a frown to your face, my sweet Warden?" Zevran asked, still lying on his back as he'd been since she had rolled off his body to lay beside him. He flung an arm across his bare, narrow, rippled belly, looking utterly casual about lying there nude, traces of seed drying upon his cock and groin. "Should I be insulted that you are looking so pensive mere moments after I've finished pleasuring you?"

"No," Elissa sighed, curled beside the elf in the cramped confines of her tent. Her panting and sweating had subsided and now she was relaxed and drowsy. "Are you acquainted with the Fereldan adage, 'when all you have is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail?'"

"And just what 'hammer' are you referring to?" he asked with a lascivious leer.

"Not yours, mine," she answered, smiling. Then she grew thoughtful again. "I'm rather dreading what new difficulties we may encounter when we're in Denerim. I don't flatter myself that I am a superlative fighter. I have one skill at which I excel. And I hadn't realized until recently just how tired I was getting of using that skill to achieve an end rather than simply enjoying sex for its own sake. I even hear myself saying it all the time. I don't 'have' sex, I 'use' sex. I use it to gain the advantage, to comfort myself when I'm troubled, to create miracles in hopelessly dire situations, to motivate others when their will is flagging..."

"Ahh, yes. Leliana has regaling me with tales of your antics before I joined the party," Zevran chuckled in her ear.

"My point," she continued, refusing to be daunted, "is that somewhere along the way, since my rather tumultuous initiation into sex, and with all that happened in the weeks that followed, I lost sight of the simple joy of being a woman and deriving pleasure from my body. Sex had ceased to be simply about pleasure, and instead had become about achieving a goal, fulfilling a purpose."

"But there are some purposes worth fulfilling," Zevran shrugged. "After all, there are few women, I think, who can claim the ability to bring men through battle merely with the promise of their luscious cunt."

His fingers slipped easily into her, sopping wet as she was with his seed, and Elissa gave a happy moan, feeling that delicious ache indicative of having been well and truly fucked.

"Not merely my cunt," she corrected, and Zevran chuckled.

His finger slid out of her and, slick with his own seed, nudged the entrance to her ass, slowly but deliberately pressing inside. "Yes, I'm certain the other many delights of your delectable body had something to do with it as well."

Torn between carrying her point and submitting to the pleasure of his prodding fingers, Elissa groaned softly and said wryly, "I was actually speaking of the martial prowess the rest of the party contributed. I rather think they may have had something to do with our victory; I merely got the adulation with my... unconventional means of motivating the militia."

"Hmm, are you sure?" he asked. "I think I should single-handedly defeat an army of darkspawn at gates of the Black City itself for the chance to bury myself inside this ass."

He pressed a second finger into her, spreading them wide, stretching her and Elissa bumped back toward him greedily, demanding more with pushes of her ass against his hand. She gave in and allowed herself to be distracted.

"You need hardly take such dramatic measures," she gasped when he began to fuck her ass with his fingers, gathering more seed from her cunt for lubrication. She could feel his cock against her leg, stirring to life and half-hard already.

Zevran withdrew his fingers and pushed her shoulder until she was on her back on the bedroll, shimmying down until his shoulders and head were between her thighs. Grabbing her legs, he pushed them up and back, her knees against her chest, spreading her to his mouth and gaze. He gave a low purr of pleasure as he nuzzled her cunt. Elissa shuddered, knowing it was his own seed he tasted on her folds. His lips closed over her clit and sucked, nearly bringing her off the bedroll.

"You know," he pondered, lapping at her cunt like a cat tasting cream, "if you don't wish to use sex to win your battles, you could simply kill your enemies. It's crude, but I've found it to be quite effective at times."

"But killing is so... sloppy," she mewled plaintively, as his tongue delved into her channel, wriggling and squirming with a life of its own until she panted and gasped, clenching her fists in his platinum hair. She thrust with her hips, humping against his face, smearing him with their combined fluids. She felt her body began to shiver as she trembled on the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm. "I might get blood everywhere."

"Ah, when you are right, you're right," he sighed, his voice muffled in her cunt even as his shoulders shook with humor. "Clearly sex is the tidier choice of the two."

His tongue slid once across her anus and then thrust hard inside that clenching ring of muscle he'd worked to loosen and moisten with his seed. He began tonguing her vigorously, alternating between fucking her ass with deep thrusts of his tongue and soothing her opening with long, firm strokes. Elissa was torn between laughter and pleasure, but it was the pressure of his thumb on her clit that decided the matter.

As she came, gnashing her teeth and growling, he rolled her up onto her side and slid up to lie behind her, pulling her upper leg back over his hip. Immediately, he thrust into her cunt, creating another wave of spasms just as the first had begun to abate. Before the second climax had passed, he was pushing his now-wet cock inside her ass, finding little need for caution. He was a master of his art, confident of the preparation he'd performed, and before her shuddering subsided, he was seated deeply within her and beginning to move, and she was flying apart yet again.

Sex with Zevran, Elissa decided much later, before she fell into an exhausted sleep, was therapeutic on any number of levels.

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