A Taste of Magic

Kinkmeme fill for: I would like our hot Bann to get equally hot and bothered by Surana, most preferably by her delectable innocence begging to be defiled and corrupted. Would like it also if there was some delicious sexual tension and lots of dirty talking during sex.
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The Arl was alive, and would be backing them in the Landsmeet. Finally, it seemed like something was going right - and they could afford themselves a few days rest while messengers were assembled to demand the meeting of the nobles. It was why Neria Surana allowed herself the night in the library, surrounded by the rich leathery and faded, aged parchment smell of the tomes all around her.

That she would ever be a warrior, it almost made her laugh - but she was, wasn't she. A soldier - a general really - she would command an army, and she had killed so many... there was so much blood on her hands.

But she did it for the Grey Wardens, for it was the purpose in her life now.

Brow lifting as she caught sight of a particularly scandalous tome, Neria tugged the Chantry-banned erotic guide from the shelf. People always talked about it, but that there was actually a copy here, in the Arl's estate. She smoothed the book open, mouth dropping open at the wood carving embossed within, and she couldn't keep the colour from her cheeks.

"M'lady, I hope you are finding our library to your liking?"

Neria turned at the sound of Teagan's voice, and she floundered to try and act casual, hands splayed over the cover of the book, "Bann Teagan - I, oh... y-yes, I love libraries, this one not withstanding."

In his hand were two goblets, and Teagan lifted one and said, "I was considering a nightcap before I retire and thought you might be inclined to join me. It is from my private reserves at Rainesfere, our lands are renowned for their wineries."

Pursing her lips in, Neria turned and tried to stuff the book back into the shelves, breathing in to add air to her voice and keep her embarrassment from it, "It is kind of you to offer, ser."

His hand was next to hers in the moment, and the bann grinned, thumbs brushing as Teagan easily recognized the spine. He fit it smoothly on the shelf, placing the goblet in Neria's awaiting hands.

"Some light reading?"

"I-" Neria blushed and crushed back against the bookcase, turning to sneak away as she realized their proximity. She cleared her throat, trying to rouse the face she'd held for so many months as they traversed the world to rally their army. "I-I just grabbed something honestly, I wasn't thinking, ser."

"And please - just Teagan. For all you have done, any title I may have seems meagre by comparison."

The glass was at her lips, his eyes drinking her in as much as she tasted the dark, rich wine. Neria licked her lips, the vintage staining them briefly before the sliver of her tongue passed. Teagan parted his lips, lost in the creases on her lips, they were slender and cerise, unsure as they moved.

"Alright, Teagan." She rested a hand to her breast, her robes sculpted to her curves, "Just Neria, then."

Assenting with a raise of his glass, Teagan took a deep drink. Neria glanced askance, taking half her glass in slow gulps, the silver chalice matching the chill blue of her eyes and the long white hair that was braided back from her face. She looked at the fire, and in her distraction, the bann couldn't help but stare.

"I must beg your forgiveness, m'lady, for I cannot stop thinking back to the day we met. So much that I treasure in my life has been saved by your hand."

Waving slender fingers, Neria's cheeks flushed and she said, "Hardly. Redcliffe's militia, the Arl's knights, even the Circle mages... my companions... without all they've given..."

"But it was your strength that led them, and I am forever in your debt."

Eyes veiled by her pale lashes, Neria nervously traced the brocade on her robes, finger up the neck of the clothing, as though tempting his eyes closer, "You are too kind, ser - I, Teagan." She softly laughed, shaking her head, "I am sorry, it's a courtesy I had ingrained growing up in the Tower."

"You must have greatly pleased your tutors with such etiquette."

"It certainly helped keep me in the pocket of the templars," Neria grinned, stepping out from the books towards the fire.

Teagan hesitated, tracing a free hand down the spine of the book she'd been fingering. He could think of the times he had read it - when he first found it as a boy, his tutor's anger great. Of how he had tried something in it on the first woman he bedded, earning him a hard slap - he had been subtler with the ones that followed.

"Something tells me you had no trouble bending them to your whims, my lady. Your smile alone warms my heart."

Thoughts fled back to Cullen, years before as she grew, his kind smiles and warm, nervous words, unpractised affections, to her Harrowing when he stumbled at his relief at her survival - to his prayer-bound confession in the Tower, when he had survived when all others had been slain.

"Men who've never - " Neria caught herself, eyes in the goblet in her hand, it was almost empty. Had she drank so much? The fire in the hearth certainly felt warmer than she remembered. She cleared her throat, smiling and raising her eyes to find Teagan gazing down at her.

Hand on the shelf beside her cheek, Bann Teagan leant to kiss Neria, a tentative press that left her recourse to withdraw, should he be too forward. A brush of lips, and he could feel her tremble like a doe, all but too much for his senses. The hand on the shelf was soon in her hair, clasping her head to him, and their lips met more deeply. Neria's head fell back against the books as Teagan withdrew, and she found her breath again, cheeks flushed, bled like peony petals, rich and soft.

"Allow me," Teagan said, eyes gilding her features as he took the goblet from her hand.

What could she do but relinquish her hold on the cup, maybe it had been a lifeline, thank the Maker for the case at her back. The scent of books, so familiar, but he tasted of the wine and more, and he carried no smell of the world, cleansed and refined from the burning, and darkspawn, and dogs, and -

"I am not usually so bold, but your blush betrays you, an invitation," Teagan's lips traced over the warmed curve of her cheek, speaking against her skin and exacerbating the flush. His hand was about her hip, drawing her closer, and Neria's voice caught in her throat as his mouth opened on her neck. "I have resisted you this long, my lady, to taste you, to touch you. But your body asks for me."

"Teagan," Neria whispered, her fingers tightening in his doublet as his tongue swept over her skin, an appetizer for his lips. She tensed into him, a surrender of will as the deft tip trailed over her elven ear, drawing a dulcet groan from her throat. His hands followed the curves of her supple frame, tugging over the light fabric of her robes.

"I will stop if you say the word, Neria," Teagan murmured, only scant volume needed by her ear. The sash about her waist was coming loose under his hands, "But only then."

Nose dimpling her cheek, Teagan dragged back to her lips, and this time the ice cracked further, lips parting, an eager dart of tongues meeting. He drew in a deep breath through his nose, pulling away more of the trappings that held her robes closed as he hardened taut in his breeches. He pressed a leg between her own, pinning her against the books as he fell into the rush of his pulse.

Mewling once more as the bann's hands soaked her up, Neria near floated at his direction, kissing and catching lips all the while. The thud of her heart left an echo in her senses, and nearly shook her hand. It chased away her thoughts, her worries, and left her in the symphony of her body as Teagan rounded down her breasts, pressing her back into the divan by the fire. Her pouch and satchel clattered to the ground, and her senses only returned as she felt the heat of the hearth on her skin, more of her body exposed by his eager, knowing hands.

Falling back into the puddle of her snowy hair, Neria caught her robes to try and conceal herself, blushing darkly. Teagan knelt on the floor beside her, and reached for one of her hands, kissing over each finger and letting his lips nestle into the palm. Supping more, his tongue swirled there, an open mouthed kiss over her wrist that made her shiver. She let the robe fall open, blushing bright.

Lost, Neria's hand combed through his hair as Teagan bent to her body, tracing his nose up her thigh and setting her heart wild. He caressed down her leg, her muscles subtle, life as a mage having left her soft and giving. He kissed here and there where scars showed, a tougher skin gained from the year of fighting as a Warden.

Linking her knee over his shoulder, Teagan's beard tickled down her inner thigh, and Neria almost laughed. She couldn't meet his eyes, knowing how bright her blush was, feeling it seep down her neck, swearing it burnt over all her skin. The firelight gave her curves greater depth and shadow, and she tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling a small sound form him.

The ticklish touches gave way as he pushed her thigh farther, and on his knees beside the divan, Teagan kissed the nub of her pleasure, eliciting a sharp gasp from the elf. Her back arched, worsening her embarrassment, and he pressed a hand on her stomach reassuringly.

Neria covered her face, much to his amusement, and when Teagan's lips nibbled at her clit, she all but moaned, the sound scarce stifled through her fingers.

This was what he sought, a buttercup melting in his mouth, soaked in the scents of her, and Teagan's mouth parted wider to let his tongue play over the folds of her sex, teasing, tasting, and winding the key. His hand ran around to her backside, tugging Neria forward and holding her down at the same time, her body answering his questioning tongue and lips.

"Oh Mm..ohh Maker..." Neria's hand fell aside into her robes beneath her, clutching to find some purchase as the warmth in her swelled, the flicker, suckle and shake of his head changing the sensations that spoke to her core. Her knee tightened around Teagan, drawing him in, and when a finger slipped into her sex her head fell back and she groaned, hand down over her neck as she struggled with hastened breath.

Beckoning with but a finger, another slipped into the lubricated passage, tightened muscles tugging at the movement of Teagan's fingers. He followed the hitch of her breath, changing to a new movement, a different fleck of tongue, and suckling finally as her body trembled near in his arms.

"Teagan, please," Neria gasped, and her hand dragged through his hair again, urging his face to her loins, feeling so distant from the ragged need in her voice, and half-way humiliated. She whispered more sweetly, "Please..."

Savouring that defined, womanly palette, Teagan lifted his head, fingers moving more slowly as he simply said, "Please what?"

Apples burning, Neria closed her eyes to the exposing light of the fire, and she whimpered as Teagan covered the defined nub of her sex with his tongue, smothering it and swirling, "I cannot bear it!"

Teagan slipped his fingers out, dragging the dampness over her thigh as he sat up, kissing up her belly and smearing the wetness from her sex caught in his facial hair. She was breathing roughly, almost brought to gasps, and he could feel each one as her body pressed to him. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and her knee slipped over his shoulder as he murmured, "By all means, I will cease, I would not wish to distress you."

Neria's frustration garbled in his throat, and she dropped her head again, eyes up to avoid him as she pleaded, "Please...."

"Please what, precious Warden?"

Further aggravated by the name of her duty, Neria trembled with the denied lust through her. Fighting so long, she had buried the begging pulses and throbs of her body, but now, here beneath him, she couldn't stand to be denied anymore.

The blush and contrasted tensions in her body and sounds of her breath didn't escape Teagan, and he concealed his grin against her abdomen, nipping at the flesh with his lips. He dragged higher and covered one of her nipples, his damp hand twirling the other, each one hardening further from attention, wrinkled and defined.

"Y-you have me... y..you know this..." Neria whispered, eyes closed as her body rolled, and her arm swung around, straining to touch over the waist of his breeches. Teagan pressed up, teeth catching her nipple, and she gasped as her hand was forced over the ridge of arousal restrained there.

Teagan laughed as Neria's other hand tugged at his doublet and shirt, and her nimble fingers soon found some of the ties, leaving him in disarray.

"Take it off..."

Looking up to her from where he'd suckled a red spot on her breast, Teagan mused, "Is that all? Was that so hard to ask?"

In a moment, he was left shirtless, and Neria snagged the silver chain on his neck, holding him close with a tenuous grasp. His own breathing had deepened, the heat from the fire upon each and leaving a glisten over their skin. They lightly knocked noses, and Teagan denied a kiss and then another, a play of intimacies that evaded lips before there was a small huff in her throat.

"I-I just -"

Teagan cut away her words with a kiss, a hand by her head as he hovered against her, skin scarce touching, and Neria could taste herself on his lips, her wetness smearing and dampening her chin. She moaned into him as he pressed down, breasts smushed against his chest and he ground his pent erection against her inviting sex.

"Please take me," Neria gasped in a breath.

Teagan traced his hand along her arm, pinning it up over her head, with one knee on the divan between her legs and another foot on the floor, as he whispered, "Not good enough Please what?"

He couldn't possibly, she thought, and Neria closed her eyes as he near bit into her neck, her pulse thudding in her throat, hindering her dry swallow. She tested his grasp, and could feel him smile against her skin as he held her arm down, hips rolling to grind again, and Teagan's groan met her own throaty reply.

"Please....p-please fuck me..."

Breath deep into her neck Teagan bit again, before their lips enmeshed, a hasty kiss that was hard and took a moment to find coordination. His hand pulled through her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her neck, speaking against it, "Now how could any man resist that?"

The dampness in his beard smeared on Neria's chin as Teagan held her with one hand, the other dropping down to undo his trousers. Pushing them over his hip, he kissed her again, shaking a leg to kick the offensive clothes away. Tongue darting with hers, he held his erection, stroking the head up over the wet lips of her sex and drawing a groan.

"Maker, Teagan..." she pleaded, lips broken from their kiss for a shuddered gasp, pert nipples pressing his chest. "Please..."

"Say it again," he panted, thighs widening to keep her legs parted as they tensed, and he let her wanting slit pin his cock between them when she ground her hips against his. He nosed her cheek aside, biting into her neck again.

Crying out softly, tantilized by his mouth, Neria drew a shuddered breath and pleaded, "Please fuck me, Teagan... Maker, please..."

Fingers over her thigh, Teagan twirled his tongue in her neck, suckling as he positioned himself and eased in. Enveloped in the wet warmth, his breath faltered, and he exhaled sharply until their hips were flush. Lost for a moment in the sensation, his fingers tightened on Neria's wrist as she pressed, hearing her quickened gasp.

"Such a delicate thing, pleading for a man to deflower her so roughly." Teagan whispered by her ear, exhaling as he traced his tongue over her ear, and her leg rose around his waist as she whimpered. "Perhaps you are no flower."

Blushing darkly, Neria turned her cheek away as Teagan's hips rolled, thrust in to slap his thighs with hers. A knee on the dais, he flowed into a slow pace, though each thrust deep and forced, gliding and slippery.

"You are so wanton, sweet elf. So wet and desirous." His words came in between his quickening breaths, urged on as she tried to suppress any sound, clamping her pale lips together. Teagan smiled and bit into her neck as he tensed his thighs and filled her deeper, more urgent for his own need.

When she tried to slip from his grasp, Teagan cinched his fingers around her waist, nibbling a line up her neck and gripping Neria's hip.

"P..please.." she panted, her body rising up as he thrust, throbbing loins swollen and slick as his cock drove deep. It near bottomed her out, slender, small elven body accommodating his larger human counterpart.

"Oh please what, sweet Warden," the bann replied, fingers digging into her hip as he rolled his hips again, pinning her to the divan. Teagan closed his eyes, revelling the scent of her caught in his beard, the smell of her skin, and the urgent gasps that each of his thrusts wrought.

"Ohhh..."

"Perhaps I should stop," he hissed, licking up her ear.

"N-no no, Maker no... don't stop..." Neria groaned as he swayed his hips, cock delving at a different angle as he quickened his pace.

Teagan tightened his fingers on her hip, sitting up to look over her face as she tried to avoid his gaze. He smiled at the flush seeping down her neck, and he kissed her cheek, whispering, "Think how close we are to the door. What would the servants say? What would your companions say if they saw you?"

"I-I -" Neria clipped her lips shut, her eyes following suite as her back arched into him, fingers closing into tight fists as his hips moved more aggressively. The world kept trying to melt away into the bliss rising through her body, but his voice brought her back.

"Wouldn't they wish to be here?" Teagan purred, his breath coming in pants now, and he moaned as she tensed, squeezing his thrust. In reply, he sunk his teeth into her neck again, and Neria softly cried out, a static of electrical energy over her body. The jolt made him jerk his hips, and he gasped, lips catching her ear before he nibbled at the tip, drawing another. "Oh sweet mage..."

"Yes - yes..." she gasped, his hand releasing hers. Neria twined her arm around his neck, pulling him to her lips as his thrusts gained pace, growing erratic as their tongues forayed, challenging and hard. She moaned up into his mouth, the sound deadened by the books.

Teagan ran his hand back into her pale white hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her neck, beard rough on her skin. "Isn't this just what you wished? You want them to see you this way, spread, naked and filled by a human."

Neria whimpered, his free hand finding her breast and pinching it roughly, pushing her closer to the pinnacle of pleasure as much as his words. Licking her lips, she blushed darker as she whispered, "Yes."

Groaning, Teagan restrained himself, pulse throbbing in his engorged member, buried to the hilt in the tight warmth of her cunt. He tightened his fingers in her hair, nipping at her neck and ear before growling, "Then they better hear you."

Lips parted, Neria fell into the desires of her body, nipples, sex and skin over-sensitized and alive, drawn by his hands and mouth, pulse in her loins. She closed her eyes as she moaned, the sound met by his own lusty groan, a volley of growing sounds that only heightened the sensation.

"Louder," Teagan hissed, panting by her ear as his thighs tensed, and the smack of his thighs grew. His hand dropped to her shoulder, pulling her into hips to deepen each plunge.

When he pinched her nipple, she cried out, and Teagan closed his eyes, turning more to draw out the loud moan, and it pushed him over the edge. Bottom lip dropping, the bann gasped hard, hips jerking with erratic need as he pumped into her. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see her elven features given over to her own pleasure, body writing and eyes shut to the shudders through her body.

Ebbing on the edge of his wave, Teagan leant down and took Neria's lips, kissing her deeply, hungrily as though for air, and when they parted, each gasped. Falling on her, the sweat on their bodies clung them together, and it was a moment before he wrapped his arm around her and rolled over, perching the pale elf on top of him.

Eyes closed to the firelight, Neria could feel the warmth of the flames on her skin, matched only by the heat of Teagan's body. His heart was thudding hard in his chest, she could feel it against her cheek as she panted.

She couldn't open her eyes, blushing so darkly. The edges of her consciousness blurred from the satisfied tingle through her body.

Maker, who heard her?