What Happened

“I don’t think I’m ready for . . . everything,” Alistair sighed. “Not yet.”

Kallian thought she might explode. After all, she’d managed to get over the fact that Alistair was
human, but he still couldn’t get past his Chantry upbringing. But suddenly, she had an idea. A
very dirty, wonderful idea. She reached out and ran her hand through his hair, cupping the back
of his head gently.

“There are ways,” she purred. “To . . . get used to the idea. Slowly.” She smiled gently, trying
her best not to look too aroused and scare him off. “We don’t have to . . . you know . . go all the
way.”

“I . . . I think I’d like that,” Alistair stuttered, blushing. “But I don’t think I know what to do.”

Kallian smiled. She’d learned a thing or two, back in the Alienage. Practice makes perfect, they
say. “Don’t worry,” she said, leaning in close. “I’ll show you.”

Then she kissed him. He’d gotten good at this, very quickly. She only hoped he’d be as talented
with his fingers as with his tongue. And Maker, was he talented with his mouth. His tongue
danced across hers and he pulled away slightly, nipping at her lower lip. Kallian looked at him,
his amber eyes were hooded, his lips flushed with arousal.

She took his hand, and nibbled on the webbing between his thumb and his palm before slowly
moving it down the flat of her belly and into the waistband of her leggings. His calloused fingers
reached the cleft between her legs. Alistair moaned at the moisture already there.

“Maker’s Breath, you’re so wet,” he whimpered against her neck.

She reached her own hand down, deftly unlacing his pants before he could protest and wrapping
her hand around his thick cock. Her fingers could barely reach all the way around. They both
shuddered, and Alistair grunted. She moved her hand in one long stroke, running her hand along
the silky length of his erection.

“Wait,” he panted. “I . . . want to touch you first,” he said. “I want . . . but I don’t know . . . .”

“Hush,” she whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. “Let me show you.”

Kallian put her hand over his, sliding his fingers lower. She moved his fingers with hers in
small, slow circles over her clit. The roughness of his sword worn fingers was heaven against
her soft, moist flesh.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, tilting her head back. “Just like that.”

Alistair’s mouth found the delicate flesh on her neck, licking and sucking so tenderly as his
fingers began to move without her prompting. Kallian moved her hand in kind, gripping his
thick cock, stroking him, feeling him throb under her questing hand. Slowly, Alistair moved his
hand lower, his long finger sinking into her.

“Oh . . .,” he groaned. “It’s so soft.”

“Just imagine,” Kallian said, her voice deep and throaty, her hand moving in the same slow
rhythm as his finger sliding in and out of her wetness. “Imagine your cock,” she said, squeezing
him tightly, “All wrapped up in there. All wet and tight.”

“Oh . . Maker . . . Kallian,” Alistair moaned. She moved her hand faster, feeling his balls draw
up tight against the base of his cock. He was SO close. And so was she. He’d managed to get
the heel of his palm against her clit as his finger, now two fingers, pounded into her.

“Alistair,” she moaned, burying her head against his chest. “It feels so good . . . don’t stop.”

Maker’s breath, he learned fast. She felt her slick walls clench against his fingers.

“I’m going to . . . ,” he panted.

“Yes, please Alistair,” she whimpered, her own body exploding with pleasure. “Yes, now.” She
was having trouble breathing.

With an inarticulate sound, Alistair head whipped back and she felt his seed spill out over her
waiting fingers, just as the last of her orgasm subsided. They both collapsed into a sweaty heap,
their hands still lovingly pressed against each other’s skin.

“Kallian,” Alistair whispered. “I had no idea.”

Kallian was grinning against his neck. “And that’s just the beginning.”