Play nice

Neria sighed loudly. Another night at camp, recovering from getting her teeth kicked in by more darkspawn. Not that camp was any safer now, they had already been attacked there too. Being with Leliana certainly gave her a temporary distraction, if nothing else, but reality was never far behind. She looked around, seeing some of her party asleep. Her loyal hound had been the first to curl up by the fire. Leliana was nowhere to be seen. Neria was disappointed; she wanted the Orlesian girl to wait for her. She stood up and walked a few steps into the darkness beyond the fire, looking out into the forest. Without so much as a sound to warn her, she was suddenly forced face first into a tree.

A blade was at the elf's neck, dripping with poison. Her right arm was twisted behind her. A familiar voice spoke, making her smile.

"Letting your guard down already, my sweet?"

Leliana knew that despite being a mage, Neria could take quite a beating. This was nothing.

"Well, aren't you an opportunist?" Neria grinned, "And a bitch at that."

"Yes on the first, but you're the one pinned to a tree, no?"

Leliana's dagger slid delicately across Neria's neck. It left a shallow cut, which immediately began to burn and tingle. Neria grunted as she attempted to push back, but she had never had much physical strength. Within seconds, though at first she thought it was her imagination, she began to weaken.

She really did poison me... Neria thought lazily.

Leliana pulled her back off the tree and sheathed the dagger. Locking the elf's other arm behind her, she dragged Neria back to her tent. Carefully laying the weakened girl down, Leliana set to work on her. Leliana was a most skillful creature in that respect; and Neria suspected that might come with the territory in Orlais. Regardless, the significance of the bard's ability wasn't lost on Neria. She took time out of everyday to consider how lucky she was. With the tattoos on her face, and the fact that she was an elf, she always thought her options were rather limited. A sudden flickering of Leliana's tongue on her neck put an abrupt end to her pondering.

Leliana was careful to avoid the poisoned area as she kissed and licked the side of Neria's neck. Neria gasped and closed her eyes. She was too weak to respond, though she would have wanted to. Ever so slowly, Leliana began to remove Neria's enchanted clothing. She had always used a maddeningly slow pace, knowing just how to overwhelm the elf with desire. With every button removed, several kisses were added to the trail, inching along lower and lower. Her hands roamed, making what little body hair the elf had stand on end. Once the robe had been removed, Leliana paused on her way up to plant a single kiss on Neria's panty-clad pussy before climbing on top of her. They looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds.

"You're so beautiful," Neria said weakly, managing a smile.

Leliana leaned in and kissed her deeply. She pulled back, brushing a few strands of rebellious red hair out of Neria's face.

"Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this, you lovely little mage."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Leliana reached for the clasp on the front of Neria's bra, and with a single hand, unfastened it. Neria had always been captivated by this, because she couldn't even manage that on her own bra, let alone someone else's. She often wished they would have time to go shopping for something other than armor, to give Leliana something more thrilling to see than her white and black underwear once her robe came off. Leliana slid Neria's panties off, and stood up. Confused, Neria watched while the other girl rummaged through her pack. She turned back to Nessa with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. She was holding two ropes. Kneeling by the mage again, she first took Neria's left hand and foot, tying the wrist and ankle together.

"You don't have to do this you know... I can't fight you right now..."

"Ah, but the poison will wear off, my dear. We don't want you getting away once that happens."

Leliana began singing a comforting song. Neria couldn't understand the words, but she had told Leliana over and over how much she loved the song. It made her relaxed. She felt warm inside, ignoring how securely she was being tied. Leliana crept between the elf's legs, crawling up her body. Their eyes met for the last line of Leliana's song. Neria never understood how the rogue's timing was always so perfect. She knew Leliana could not manipulate natural energies, but there had to be some sort of magic at play here. Leliana kissed her again, their tongues entwining briefly.

Neria shuddered as Leliana made her way down the mage's naked body. Leliana was moving so slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin. She avoided Neria's nipples at first, focusing on her soft breasts. Neria gave her wrists a useless tug, knowing she wouldn't be going anywhere. When Leliana descended on her left nipple with her warm tongue, Neria's back arched. A moan escaped her lips. The bard's fingers manipulated her right nipple gently at the same time. It was almost too much after so much teasing, especially being unable to do anything. Moaning and cooing, her breathing hastened while she squirmed feebly. The poison had worn off slightly, but not much. She had enough strength to realize just how well she was tied, but not enough to attempt to escape.

Leliana's free hand drifted low, her fingers dragging around Neria's wet pussy, but never touching. Neria wanted more badly, and she knew she'd get it, but enduring Leliana's teasing was becoming too much for her. Squirming and moaning, she finally spoke up.

"Too much teasing!"

Leliana gave a sultry chuckle and replied, "Is it?" as her finger slid between Neria's wet slit and stopped. Neria gasped, her eyes widening. "As long as you enjoy it, it's never too much."

Leliana had always been in control, but not quite like this. She guided Neria in the direction she wanted, kept the tempo to her liking, and always knew what she wanted both of them to do. She had never felt the need to tie Neria up before, but maybe that wine the elf had given her earlier was getting to her head. Whatever the case, she felt like Neria needed someone to be evil to her tonight, and thought she'd fit the bill quite nicely.

Neria looked down as the human's finger drifted up and down her slit, gliding over her clit. She seemed to be ignoring the elf's reactions, focusing on maintaining a steady, slow pace. Neria was writhing in pleasure, unable to contain herself. As she approached orgasm, she felt two of Leliana's fingers enter her and stop. Gasping, she looked down at Leliana. Her pussy was spasming, contracting beyond her control.

"My elven princess," Leliana said softly.

"My Orleasian beauty," Neria moaned.

"Your words drip with honey, even while you do."

Lowering her head, Leliana began to lick Neria's exposed clit. Her fingers began to move in and out of the bound elf. Neria wished she could make Leliana go faster, but in her current state, all she could do was lay back and take it. Leliana's excruciatingly slow licking and fingering trapped her in her own arousal. It frustrated her to know end, even when she wasn't tied up. Leliana knew this of course, but relished the idea of pleasuring her as long as possible. Neria knew that it was all to make her climax that much more significant, but sometimes wondered if Leliana was trying to make her beg. For now at least, her pride wouldn't allow it. But she knew deep down that it was only a matter of time before Leliana knew her body too well for her to resist.

Struggling and barely managing to contain her screams, Neria came. Her hips bucked wildly as she gripped Leliana's fingers. Once it began, she couldn't stop it. The edges of her vision grayed, and the gray was creeping inward, giving her tunnel vision. She simply couldn't stop coming. She wanted to call out her lover's name, but knew she wouldn't be able to speak softly if she made a sound at all. The duration and intensity of her orgasm was testing her endurance, which seemed to be failing this test. Leliana had no intention of making it any easier, doing her best to draw out Neria's climax as long as she could. She almost envied Neria's ability to have such long orgasms, but upon considering what she made the poor elf go through, always decided it was more fun to grant these inhumanly long pleasures.

Five whole minutes of thrashing, struggling, and bucking her hips later, Neria's vision finally went black. As she came down off of her orgasm, she blacked out.

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Not a one shot, but certainly a shorter series than anything I've done with my warlock. Hopefully WotanAnubus approves, he wrote the first Neria/Leliana fic that I've read. Read that as well if you haven't already.