First Knight

Alistair awoke to fresh daylight and chilly morning air. It was early. He could tell by the birds and the fire outside Kroe’s tent had clearly gone out. Still completely nude from the night before, Alistair would have been freezing had it not been for Kroe’s warm back pressed against his torso under the blanket.



He took a moment to remember the night before, and other moment to reassure himself he hadn’t actually only dreamt making love to her. He glanced at the still sleeping figure lying next to him. Her breath was soft and peaceful. He propped his head up to look at her face, marveling once again at how beautiful she was. He stroked her hair and cheek lightly, following the curve of her neck to her shoulder and down her exposed arm. She responded with a quiet “mmm” and shifted just a little. The small shift of her body against his was enough to make him want her again. He wasn’t surprised really, but he had to laugh at himself just a little at the idea of being totally insatiable from here on out in their travels.



He kissed her neck, prompting another small noise of enjoyment from her. Her eyes were still closed but he knew she was waking up. His hand, now under the blanket, traveled down the side of her ribcage, over the gorgeous curve of her hip and down the side of her thigh. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. She smiled up at him.



“Good morning,” she whispered.



“Good morning.” He responded. He kissed her lips. They tasted sweet. His kiss began innocently enough, a good morning kiss, but his intentions were soon clear to her. She pulled away for a second and looked at him, a sexy smirk spreading across her face. She pulled him down and kissed him again, letting her tongue run across his lips. One more slight shift from her perfect body was enough to bring his half hard morning erection to its full size and firmness. She licked his lips and his tongue licked hers as his hand, still on her thigh, made its way to the soft patch of hair on her pubic bone. He rested it there as they kissed.



After a moment, Kroe’s back arched slightly, bringing her velvet center to a more accessible position. There would be no more time for foreplay, Alistair thought. He reached down, gripped his hard cock in his hand and explored until he found her opening.



“Mm, yes,” Kroe whispered. She parted her legs just enough to allow him entrance, and he wasted no time. He pushed into her slowly. She was even tighter than before from this angle and it almost hurt him to press further. He paused and pulled out just slightly, then repeated his push again slowly, gently working his way in. With his final push, he was inside of her down to his base. She inhaled sharply, gripping the blanket in her fingers tightly. Alistair could tell she was sore.



“Does it hurt?” he whispered, concerned.



She nodded and looked at him. “Yes,” she whispered.



He kissed her. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.



“No,” she barely got out. “Please don’t stop.” She kissed him again. She had given him the assurance he needed to continue, though he would do so gently regardless.



She arched more as Alistair began moving in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. She was slick and perfect, just like the first time. Alistair was careful not to hurt her, but her face told him she was fighting through the soreness. He couldn’t continue knowing he was hurting her so he kissed her mouth and carefully withdrew.



She smiled up at him apologetically, aware that he’d stopped because she was hurting. He kissed her again. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.



She still had desire in her eyes. “I want you to cum,” she said. He was mad with desire, but restraining himself. He simply couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her.



He smiled. “Later then,” he conceded.



“Now,” she contested. She rolled onto her back under him and breathed heavily as she wrapped her fingers around his still wet cock. She began slowly stroking him up and down. Her thumb ran over the sensitive head and tip disturbing the small drop of clear pre-cum that had formed there. She twisted lightly, pulled. Alistair closed his eyes as she cupped and rubbed his balls, then back to his shaft.



“ah,” he voiced quietly. “Oh Maker” he said breathlessly into her mouth as he kissed her.



“I want to put my mouth on you,” She whispered, sitting up. It took Alistair a second to recognize what he’d just heard. When it hit him what she meant he could barely contain himself. Even before she reached her destination he imagined her lips, her tongue.



She knelt in front of him, positioning herself between his legs. He sat up, took her face in his hands and kissed her mouth, her sweet warm mouth that would soon be upon him. He stayed in a sitting position as she kissed his muscular chest and stomach. She wasted no time in taking him into her mouth and the initial splendor of it elicited a short, loud moan from him. He could have sworn the room was spinning as her wet mouth and lips moved up and down, twisting, pulling, sucking. She took him fully into her mouth, surprising him that she was able. He throbbed. He place a hand gently on the side of her head as she moved. Her tongue circled the tip. He moaned again.



After a few minutes he could feel himself getting close again, feel the pressure building inside of him. “Kroe,” he said in an agonized whisper. “Oh Kroe I’m…I’m going to…”



“Mmm,” Kroe responded, the vibration of her sound nearly sending him over the edge. It was clear to him that she had no intention of removing her mouth from him when he orgasmed. Her movements became more desperate and his moans quickened. And then it hit him. With a loud growl, he came hard into her beautiful mouth. A small fountain of cum emptied from his spasming cock into her. He watched her swallow the small load, listened to her moan onto him. She was loving every drop as it coated her throat. Alistair felt as if he’d died. His cock was sensitive, red, practically hurting with pleasure. He couldn’t help himself from tangling both of his hands in her hair, and he barely kept himself from thrusting into her mouth with force.



When he was finally finished, when she had finally sucked him empty, he collapsed backward onto the blankets, breathing heavily. He was dizzy.



“Andraste’s…tits” was all he could manage, out of breath, prompting a loud giggle from Kroe as she crawled up to lay with him again. She nestled herself on her side next to him, still laughing. He laughed as well. “Wow,” he said, finally catching his breath. He pulled her close and kissed her amazing mouth, tasting the trace amounts of himself on her. She laid her head on his chest and they were quiet for a moment.



The barking of Kroe’s Mabari hound, Krank broke the silence, followed by the voice of Morrigan in the distance, apparently emerging from her tent.



“Be silent, you flea ridden beast!” She yelled.



“Ah,” Alistair said. “I hear Morrigan is as cheerful as ever.”



“Perhaps she’s not a morning person,” Kroe said.



“I don’t think she’s an anything person,” Alistair responded prompting another small laugh from Kroe.



“Well,” Kroe said, sitting up. “I suppose we should get dressed and get out there.” She began pulling on her clothes. Alistair watched, mildly sad that she was covering up. Eventually he forced himself to sit up and follow suit.



When they were both fully put together, Kroe reached for the exit to the tent and Alistair simply reacted. He couldn’t let her go out there just yet. He grabbed her. She squealed with pleasant surprise as he turned her to face him and kissed her deeply. It was the coup de grace, the final epic bookend to their night together. After a moment they reluctantly pulled away from each other, smiled and crawled out of the tent.



They had work to do.





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