First Knight

As Alistair brought his face down to kiss her, Kroe ran her fingers through the back of his short blonde-red hair. She was pleasantly spent from the intense orgasm she’d had not ten minutes ago. She’d been impressed with Alistair’s initial prowess with her. He’d responded to her and touched her as if he was experienced at lovemaking even though she knew he wasn’t. It was true, their first time had been brief. He’d not been inside of her but ten minutes before both of them finished. But it had been wonderful.



Kroe was charmed by Alistair’s innocent sweetness during their lovemaking. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her, watching her face for signs of enjoyment. He’d been completely enraptured by her. He’d made her feel beautiful. At the moment of his release, as she heard him moan, as she felt the warmth of him spilling into her she’d almost cried from her joy. She loved him, of that she was certain. And he loved her. She had never made love to a virgin before. In fact she hadn’t made love very much at all. Less than a handful of times and with only two other men, but it was different with Alistair. It was sweet, intimate, affectionate.



She’d fallen for Alistair not long after meeting him. His wry wit and sarcasm, tempered with his naïve, awkward charm had made her smile. He became a different man in battle, fierce and deadly. She’d watched the same man who bashfully gave her a rose he was saving behead Darkspawn left and right with savage ferocity. The stark contrast had been a bright spot in the darkness around them.



His lips were warm and very soft. They moved to her earlobe and sucked gently for a second sending a shiver through her and causing goose bumps to form on her skin. As he kissed the side of her neck her body came to life again. She felt her blood rush to her middle, still saturated with the combination of her own slick moisture and Alistair’s ejaculate. There had been quite a bit of it, and it had spilled out of her onto her leg and the blanket below her.



Alistair’s hand touched her face as he kissed her again. His hands. They were warm and strong and soft. The thought of them on her body sent her reeling. “Touch me,” she pleaded into his mouth. He looked her in the eye, the desire clear on his face. She could feel him pressed against her hip lightly. He had regained most of his erection already. She would need him to be inside of her again, but first she needed his hands.



Alistair’s thumb grazed her lower lip and she quickly caught it in her mouth. She sucked and licked the tip for a second before releasing, a brief promise of what she would eventually do to other parts of him. Her head tilted back as the feathery strokes of his fingers ran down the front of her throat, down to her breasts. He watched his own hand as his fingers danced on the tender underside and outer curve, finally circling her nipple. He squeezed the sensitive pink area lightly between his thumb and forefinger, causing a tremor to course through Kroe.



Taking his hand under hers, she guided it down to her. His fingers passed through the soft hair on her pubic bone and she aided him as his middle finger found her swollen clitoris. She moaned, prompting a shaky exhale from him as well. He watched her intently as she writhed under his warm palm and fingers, guiding his manipulation of her.



“You’re so soft,” he whispered. She removed her hand from his as he mimicked her instruction. Her hand ran up his arm, feeling the muscles in it as they worked her. She pulled his face to hers again, kissing him, feeling him breathe. He soon found his own technique, circling, petting, changing pace, stimulating the velvety pink flesh, the small hard nub. She ached. Small shockwaves of tingles shot from her middle all the way down her legs to her toes, through her arms and out of her fingertips. She felt more moisture exit her to coat the area. She breathed quietly, but desperately. Alistair felt it too prompting him to exhale heavily.



She moaned and moved with his hands. He gave one of her nipples a couple of slow, short licks and it was all over for her. Her orgasm did not build slowly, but rather attacked her, surprising her. When she started to cum she put her hand on his, taking the reins once again. She cried out loudly and then her subsequent repeated cries were muffled into Alistair’s mouth as he kissed her deeply. Kroe drowned in her euphoria. She closed her eyes. She felt light headed.



She hadn’t even come down from her high yet when she felt the intense urge to get on top of him. She kissed him and gently rolled him onto his back, quickly climbing on to straddle him. She wasted no time in reaching down, grabbing him and pushing herself onto him. She winced and gasped. He groaned loudly. She was still incredibly sensitive from her orgasm and she imagined he was still as well. She was also a little sore from accommodating his larger than average size a short while ago.



Her body danced atop him, back arched, uninhibited. She rode and grinded. Alistair’s hands rested lightly on her hips, moving with her. After awhile the quickening of his breath told her he was close to his climax again. To her pleasure he sat up and grabbed her hips more firmly, taking a bit more control. He gripped her behind, aiding her movements. She braced herself on his strong shoulders. She was close again too. He kissed her neck, her chest, her ear. She came, a softer, gentler orgasm this time. Her sighs of ecstasy filled the tent and tears filled her eyes. She felt him then too. He embraced her hard and they held each other close as his quiet, shaking orgasm happened near silently this time, his cheek pressed against her chest. They were still, aside from one or two small final thrusts from Alistair. They were quiet aside from their breath.



Kroe was shaking, exhausted, utterly spent and overcome with emotion. Alistair squeezed her hard against him and in that moment she never wanted him to let go of her.



They fell slowly back to the blankets, sweaty and content. They positioned themselves to spoon and Alistair kissed the back of her shoulder.



“Maker,” Alistair whispered, sounding exhausted. Kroe was utterly spent herself, shaking and felt like she could simply fall asleep at any moment.



Their breathing slowed as they lay there spooning, his arm draped over her. They laid in silence a moment and then Alistair spoke.



“You know,” he said, his voice still hoarse with remnants of his passion. “According to the sisters at the Chantry I should have been struck by lightning by now.”



Kroe smiled, her eyes closed, sleepiness setting in. “I suppose it could still happen,” she said. She felt him laugh behind her.



“Well it’s hardly an effective deterrent for it to happen afterwards.”



“Well don’t worry. I shall protect you from the Maker’s wrath.” Kroe teased. She felt so relaxed, her back pressed against Alistair’s chest, his knees and thighs curled slightly under hers, a perfect fit.



He laughed again and kissed her temple. “I actually believe that,” he said. “Of course…I won’t lie to you. I would probably believe anything you told me at the moment.”



“Is that so?” Kroe said smiling. “Well then, would you believe me when I say Morrigan paid me a compliment today?”



He thought for a moment. “Nope. No sorry. That I can’t believe.” They laughed. “Speaking of which,” Alistair said, his fingers were running up and down Kroe’s arm lightly. “You realize she and the others are going to talk.”



Kroe was fighting sleep now. “Let them talk. If any of them make me angry I’ll feed them to the nearest darkspawn.”



“An excellent idea.” He kissed her neck. She got a slight chill from it but it was soon abated by Alistair positioning the blanket over them again. He must have noticed her sleepiness. “I suppose you should get some rest,” he sighed. “I suspect I’ll want to make love to you in the morning at least three times before breakfast and then twice after.”



Another laugh from Kroe. “Promises promises,” she whispered. “Sleep well, my love.” Her words signaled the end of her conversation. She was rapidly losing herself to sleep.



She could feel his loving gaze looking down on her as she drifted off, then finally after a moment or two, just before she lost consciousness she felt him settle in next to her for sleep of his own.