First Knight

First Knight

Chapter 1

“Join you?” Alistair stumbled. “In your tent?” He watched as the beautiful woman in front of him smiled sweetly and reassuringly. Already he felt like a fool. He took a moment to reassure himself that he hadn’t imagined her invitation. Over the course of the past few weeks, Alistair had grown close with Kroe Cousland. They had come to care deeply about each other, something they both had admitted just before sharing their first and only kiss not two nights ago.

Alistair had been taken with her from the moment he saw her. Her fair porcelain skin, bright green eyes, delicate full pink lips, and long shiny dark hair were a soft contrast to her fierce warrior nature. She had taken his breath away from the beginning and his longing for her was matched only by his immense respect for her skill in battle, her ability to lead them on as they faced the Darkspawn.

“If you don’t want to…” Kroe started. She was trying to be understanding, he could tell. She knew he was a virgin and while he didn’t know the details of her past, he knew that she was not. He suddenly realized he’d been staring and snapped out of it.

“Oh,” he interjected. “No that’s…not it…at all.” Her eyes caught the firelight and he almost forgot to continue speaking. He wanted to choose his words carefully. “I don’t…want to seem over eager or anything,” he said. He looked at her lips, suddenly wanted nothing more than to cover them with his. “It’s just…you know I’ve never done anything like this before. With anyone.”

Kroe took a step closer to him and he could already feel his body react with a dull ache all over. She looked up at him. Her eyes seemed to beg him, but he needed to get the words out before he could allow himself to kiss her. “I have thought about it,” he said quietly. “Quite a lot actually.” It was very true. Aside from loving everything about her, Alistair had a crazed desire for her. He had stolen glances whenever possible, memorizing the curve of her hips and shape of her breasts under her clothes. At night, in his tent he had imagined making love to her, imagined his lips on her flesh, his fingers exploring every tender part of her. He had imagined being close to her, inside of her, over her and under her.

“I care for you so much. I wish I was better at this.” He sighed. “It’s just that whenever I imagine it, I feel like a bumbling idiot. All…hands.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little at how ridiculous he sounded. “I… I want it to be right.” He whispered. His heart beat faster as she stepped closer. He could smell her skin now and it made him dizzy. She had recently washed and there was a very faint floral scent near her, no doubt the result of some oil she had used. He was nervous, which he found somewhat amusing. He could rush into battle, straight toward certain death without a moment’s pause, but this – this goddess before him was turning him into a jumble of nervous energy, energy he hoped to the Maker she couldn’t pick up on.

He exhaled slightly as she placed her warm hands on his chest. It was a chilly night and he could feel the heat through his shirt. Kroe spoke then in a soft whisper, her lips so close to his he could feel her breath on them. “Just relax.” Her lips hovered close to his. Her hands traveled upward and he felt her arms slide around his broad shoulders.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He brought his lips down to hers and the softness of their meeting crumbled his nervous walls. His hands moved to her waist and then traveled over her clothes to her back, pulling her close. She pressed against him and the give of her breasts pushed into him, causing his body to ignite with a torturous heat. Feeling slightly more brave, he pulled her tighter against him. His lips parted hers and her sweet breath entered his mouth. His tongue met hers, and the taste of her intoxicated him. He touched her face as his kisses became more insistent. Their breathing was beginning to get labored.

She cooed quietly into his mouth as one of his hands traveled to the small of her back. The beautiful sound triggered a flush of heat to his groin, causing him to swell. He pressed against her harder. He wanted nothing more than to be inside of her. He fought the urge to rush, to tear everything off of her like an animal and bury himself deep within her. But he wouldn’t. He wanted to take his time with her, wanted to prolong the pleasure for both of them for as long as possible. He pulled away from her kiss for a moment to look at her. Her eyes shared the same desperation as his.

She took a step back, the air suddenly cold on the front of him. She grabbed his hand and led him into her tent, where they both fell to their knees on soft blankets and resumed their kisses. When Kroe pulled away again she reached to Alistair’s waist and slowly pulled his shirt up over his head. She tossed it aside and looked at him. Her fingertips grazed his skin traveling down his strong torso, leaving trails of tingles along the way.

She looked down, noticed his erection, straining to be free. Alistair exhaled and closed his eyes as the warm palm of her hand came to rest on him. She rubbed lightly over his pants. It was sheer torture. He moaned quietly, appreciative. Just when he thought he could take no more, she stopped. Their eyes met for a brief moment and Kroe smiled lovingly at him. He smiled back.

She freed her breasts from her shirt, tossing the now useless garment aside as well. Full and firm and round, Kroe’s breasts caught the shadows that flickered in the firelight from outside the tent. Her small, delicate nipples were a soft pink and stood hardened in the cool night air.

“Maker’s breath you’re beautiful,” Alistair whispered. He touched either side of her face and kissed her again. He moved one of his hands around to her back, placing his fingers lightly between her shoulder blades. He caressed downward, each of his fingertips aching at the feeling of her skin under them. Goosebumps formed on her back as she got a chill. With her lips still wrestling gently with his, Kroe took his other hand in hers and moved it from her face, down her neck, over the ridge of her collarbone and down until Alistair was gently cupping her.

Her breast was exquisite in his palm. He squeezed, ever so lightly fighting the urge to grope. And then he dragged his thumb slowly and deliberately over her nipple, coaxing a small whimper from her throat.

He couldn’t take it any longer. Alistair thought he might erupt then. His body became insistent. He wrapped one arm around her waist as she snaked hers around his neck and he lay her down, hovering over her. Looking down upon her, he saw her smile again and he was overcome with affection for her. He decided to kiss her again, before he said something foolish. He reminded himself again to take his time, to keep from becoming a frenzied mess.

Using his strong arms to hold himself up, he placed gentle kisses along her jawline. When he moved his lips to the side of her neck he felt her body shift and shudder in approval, another small moan filling the air. The small noise was joined then by ragged breath as Alistair’s moist lips and tongue made their way to one of her breasts. Placing her nipple lightly in his mouth he sucked gently on the small bud for just a second.

“Alistair,” The breathy name barely exited her lips as she arched her back. The sound of his name almost sent him over the edge again and now it felt as if his cock was screaming to be set free, begging to find Kroe’s delicate opening. He kissed her stomach, then sat up to undertake the task of removing her pants. She lifted her hips slightly as Alistair slowly pulled them down and off of each of her long legs.

He looked down on her nude form, which suddenly seemed so fragile and soft. When his eyes met hers again, she spoke the words he had been dying to hear.

“Make love to me,” She whispered. Her hands caressed her own breasts and stomach as she parted her thighs just a little, allowing him a peak at her soft center. Alistair needed no more prompting. He finally removed his pants, exposing himself. He watched an unmistakable flush of anticipation cross Kroe’s face as her eyes found what had finally been revealed.

Alistair glanced downward at her middle. Framed by neat, short, soft, dark curls, he could see a slick shine that formed on the inner part of her pink folds. He crawled toward her, watching her eyes watch his. As he hovered over her again, her legs parted more, allowing more than a peek, allowing access. His own legs found the floor between hers.

He found her eyes again, moved up to kiss her and as he did, he blanketed her body with his. He placed the sensitive head of his cock gently against the warmth of her opening. Slick heat teased it as she wrapped her legs around him, her breathing becoming more ragged, more desperate.

He paused then, his body pressed against hers. He touched her face, caressed her cheek and as he kissed her, he felt her hips roll gently against him, taking him slowly inside of her.

She gasped and threw her head back as Alistair met her efforts with a slow, firm push of his own. Warm, slick walls yielded to him and enveloped him. He couldn’t stop a sharp exhale as his entire being was slammed with an immeasurable pleasure. He had not in all his years alive been able to imagine a pleasure like this. The feeling of her surrounding him was like nothing he had ever felt. His member twitched and throbbed. Kroe grabbed his hips and aided his push, pulling him deeper inside of her. Her hot mouth was open and several short whimpers escaped it as her face contorted slightly with a pleasant anguish. At least Alistair hoped it was pleasant. He hoped he wasn’t hurting her.

“Are you all right?” He whispered, surprised that he could form any words at all. In response, she opened her eyes, grabbed his face and kissed him again. She moved beneath him, slowly writhing, moving him in and out of herself. He soon met her pacing with slow thrusts of his own and they fell into a soft rhythm. The initial, almost painful tightness of her subsided slightly as he felt her expand to accommodate him.

Both of them breathed heavily. Alistair couldn’t help but watch her face, her eyes as he made love to her. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not like this, not when he was experiencing this angel, this heaven, for the first time in his life.

Alistair noticed an increase in Kroe’s breathing and more and more beautiful moans filled the tent, each a little louder than the last one. He quickened his pace just a little in response and she breathed a quiet “yes” in approval. The movement of her hips became more desperate, her face flushed and she cried out, closing her eyes and arching her back. Alistair couldn’t take his eyes from her face. Her climax made her even more ethereal to him. As they both thrusted and rolled Alistair felt the painful tightness of her return as she clamped and fluttered, squeezing and releasing. He felt her hard spasms force a warm rush of her juices over his cock, bathing it. He felt a small amount of it spill out of her onto the base of him with each tightening and release.

It was too much for him to handle. He was rushing over the edge right along with her. His orgasm hit him then, the slow build culminating like a wave crashing onto him. Every fiber in his body tightened and spasmed as he lost control of his breath. “Oh my love” he heard her whisper and then his body was rocked by his intense eruption. He grunted and growled softly over and over as he felt his own cum geyser forth from him, coating Kroe’s already soft, soaked inside. He throbbed, pulsed and twitched as each euphoric surge filled her. She was moving now, under him, squeezing and milking every last warm drop from him.

When the last shockwave finally subsided, Alistair forgot for a moment where he was. He was dizzy, breathing hard into Kroe’s neck. His muscles shook. He looked down at her. Her face was pink and flushed. He imagined his own was as well. She pressed her lips against his and wrapped her arms around him hard, pulling him down to collapse on top of her.

He planted several short kisses on her neck, jawline and cheek before finding her lips again. A moment later, everything was still and quiet and he found her eyes. He wanted to say something, anything. He opened his mouth to express something, how beautiful she was, how wonderful that was, how he loved her. But no words would come. She must have guessed that he was struggling, for then she smiled warmly at him and touched his cheek. He kissed her hand and then slowly withdrew from her, causing her to wince at the broken contact.

He laid on his side, next to her prone figure. Almost immediately he noticed her trembling. With the warmth of his body no longer shielding her from the night air, the light sheen of sweat on her skin was chilling her. He grabbed one of the blankets from nearby and covered both of them.

As they looked at each other, a mischievous smile formed on Kroe’s face. It was the smile Alistair had fallen in love with not long after meeting her. She giggled.

“Are you speechless for once?” she asked, resting a hand on his strong chest.

He laughed. “Indeed I am,” he said. “Is that what you wanted all along?”

She shrugged. “Of course,” she teased.

“Well you could have just told me to shut up.” He felt the most relaxed he’d ever been in his life.

She thought, playfully for a moment, then kissed him again. “This was more fun.”

“So it was fun for you?” Alistair laughed. “I was worried my rather brief performance was pathetically lackluster.”

Kroe laughed, turning to face him. “Brief maybe, but hardly lackluster.” Alistair moved a stray piece of hair off of Kroe’s perfect cheek. She furrowed her brow a little. She looked worried. “I only hope it lived up to your expectation.”

He reflexively kissed her. It was sweet of her to consider him and his newly lost virginity. “It was not my expectation at all,” he said.

She raised her head. “Oh?” She asked.

He smiled and caressed her shoulder. “It was…perfect.” She relaxed. “You are perfect. And everything about you.” He searched her eyes a moment, then smiled. He was feeling playful all of a sudden. He propped himself up and brought his face near hers. “And your lips are perfect.” He kissed her lips. “Your throat is perfect.” He kissed her throat. She giggled. “Your…elbows are perfect.” She laughed loudly as he grabbed her arm and planted a kiss on her elbow. They both laughed for just a moment before settling down next to each other again. He needed to have her closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. As far as he was concerned in this moment, he couldn’t get close enough. His face was serious again as he spoke softly. “Your skin, your breasts, your hips, the…” he paused, still amazed at the thought of it “rapturous softness inside of you. Everything, even the noises you make. You are, without a single doubt, the most beautiful creature that has ever existed, and I am hopelessly and irreversibly...and completely…in love with you.”

Alistair hoped his admission was not too soon, but she had to know. He looked at her, though not expectantly. She needn’t return the sentiment just yet. He silently laughed at himself. He was a complete fool for her and now she knew it.

She smiled. “I love you too, Alistair” she said. He knew, or at least he had hoped that was the case. He was relieved to hear it. Her smile turned mischievous again. “So you like the noises I make?’ She asked playfully.

“I do. And they’re a hell of a lot more beautiful than my insipid, agonized whimpering. I just hope your tent is far enough away from everyone else’s that they didn’t have to hear it. We’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I don’t think we were very loud,” Kroe said.

“Hm. Well then I’ll just have to do better next time, won’t I?” Alistair was suddenly feeling virile once again. He positioned his face over hers and kissed her mouth again. He lingered there, tasting her lips and after a moment the motivation behind the kiss changed from expressing sweet affectionate to expressing abject desire.

“I will be sure to speak up,” Kroe purred, and she pulled him down to her again.