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Kinktober 2024 Day 7

Alistair comes to Odessa one night in camp, and despite it being the least perfect time or place he wants to finally join her in her tent...AO3

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Tags: Risky Places, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Premature Ejaculation

Krtyz gave a massive shake, Odessa taking cover behind the blanket she'd meant to dry him with as water went everywhere, her mabari done with bath time and ready to go play. He let out a happy bark as she leaned down and kissed his head before letting him go, his gaze instantly honing in on Leliana who hadn't finished her dinner yet and bounding over there. Shaking her head, she smiled at her dog's antics as she laid the blanket out to dry near the fire before she headed towards her tent, eager to get some reading done before she turned in for the night. Krytz would make his way to her tent in time as he always did; she’d had him since he was two months old, and in his three years he had never not slept by her side. She was so lost in her own thoughts, it took her a moment to notice Alistair pacing in front of her tent and mumbling to himself; whatever was on his mind seemed to be troubling him a great deal and it would probably do him a world of good to talk about it.

“Alistair? Is something the matter?”

He turned towards her voice, wringing his hands together in nervousness. "All right. I guess I really don't know how to ask you this.”

“Are you sweating?” She teased, unable to help herself as she stepped closer, angling for a kiss if he'd let her.

“No! I mean yes. I mean…I’m a little nervous, sure. Not that this is anything bad or frightening or…” He paused, finally meeting her eyes, and at the look in them he relaxed his stance a little. “Well, yes. Oh, how do I say this? You’d think it would be easier, but every time I’m around you, I feel as if my head’s about to explode. I–I can’t think straight.”

She laughed--Maker, he loved that sound. “That’s very sweet.”

“Here’s the thing: being near you makes me crazy, but I can't imagine being without you. Not ever.” He took a deep breath, amber eyes gazing into pale green. “I don't know how to say this another way. I want to spend the night with you. Here, in the camp. Maybe this is too fast, I don't know, but…I know what I feel.”

Alistair ducked his head to stare at his shoes, blushing from head to toe in embarrassment. Could he be any more red? Sure they'd kissed--a lot, and it was fun and amazing and just felt right, but he wanted more; she hadn't pushed since asking him to join her in her tent that first time, and now he was finally ready for that step with her--terrified, but ready. Odessa smiled and reached out her hand, twining the fingers of one hand with his as she took a step closer. Alistair let out a shaky breath, Odessa bringing her other hand up to cup his chin and she leaned in, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss. She felt a smidge guilty that his first time was about to be in a tent with their entire party nearby, instead of somewhere more romantic…and private, but he was staring at her with such earnestness as he trusted her with this part of himself, that she couldn't deny him.

Odessa stroked his lower lip with her thumb. “Are you sure?”

The fact that she was trying to figure out if he really wanted this–that, despite how much she craved this—she was still thinking of his comfort. His heart swelled; she didn’t want to force him and that meant the world to him...especially, because of how much he really did want to take this leap with her, even though he had no clue what he was doing. Brushing her cheek with his thumb, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers again, showering her in several fiery and needy kisses. Odessa wrapped her arms around his neck, melting against him as she opened her mouth against his, letting their tongues intertwine and angling herself as close as she was able, the fabric of his shirt rubbing tantalizingly against her nipples. Groaning, Alistair's tongue trailed across her lower lip, one hand tangling in her red hair. She was so soft and he wanted more.

Pulling away reluctantly, he bumped his forehead against hers, relishing in her body heat from just that little touch, as his eyelids fluttered shut to capture the moment, a tiny smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I wanted to wait for the perfect time, the perfect place…but when will it be perfect? If things were, we wouldn’t even have met. We sort of…stumbled into each other, and despite this being the least perfect time, I still found myself falling for you in between all the fighting and everything else. I really don’t want to wait anymore. I’ve…I’ve never done this before. You know that. I want it to be with you…while we have the chance. In case…”

She put a finger to his lips. “I thought you’d never ask. Relax; I've got you. I promise.”

Alistair squeezed her hand as she led him to her tent, the two of them ducking inside, the flaps dropping and muffling the sounds of camp a little. Thankfully, Krytz was occupied begging Leliana for scraps and hadn't followed them; he was nervous enough already without her mabari watching them. Her hands went to the hem of her shirt and she tugged it off over her head, tossing it onto the floor, a pink blush spreading from his face and down his chest at the sight of her cleavage, practically spilling out of her bra, all his blood rushing south. And when she shimmied out of her pants, he gulped--he'd never seen that much bare skin on a woman in his life, but Maker’s breath she was beautiful; he was a lucky man. Odessa kissed a trail along his jaw up towards his ear, sucking his earlobe and making Alistair groan as eager fingers traipsed down his body. Teasing hands slid underneath his tunic, Alistair sucking in a breath at the feeling of her hands on his bare skin as she slid the fabric upwards, her lips catching his as the garment cleared his head. When she removed her smalls, standing bare before him, his heart palpitated and he was convinced she could hear it pounding against his ribcage as she dipped her fingers below his waistband, grazing the bulge of his erection as she divested him of his pants, gentle hands pressing against his chest and pushing him backwards onto her bedroll.

"You'll tell me if this is too much?"

He nodded slowly, cheeks stained a deep pink as Odessa bent her head, her soft lips finding each and every scar littering Alistair's skin, his breath hitching in his throat. He watched her with bated breath, eyes wide in wonder as she traced patterns on his skin with her tongue, a shiver running through him. Alistair's whole body jumped as she trailed kisses across the stretch of skin just above his waistband, bringing him back to himself and narrowing his focus to just her and her touch, letting out a breath as she caught the fabric of his smalls between her teeth, scraping gently against his muscles and drawing a shudder from him as she pulled the cloth down and off to bare him to her gaze. He was already hard and she took a moment to take him in; his shaft was girthier than a lot of her past partners and she licked her lips, eager to taste him.

Odessa leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his crown, Alistair gasping at the new sensation, cock twitching in anticipation at the contact. Her tongue snaked out to taste him, flicking against his slit, one hand gripping his shaft as the other cupped and massaged his balls gently, making him groan, hips bucking towards her and chasing her touch. This already felt better than he could have imagined and she’d barely started. The sounds he made were so cute and only served as an aphrodisiac, spurring her on as she caught his eye and winked, arousal streaking through him as she savored him. She trailed the tip of her tongue along his sac, toying with his balls, and sucking them gently before giving them a squeeze. She slowly kissed her way up the underside of his shaft, where it curved up towards his stomach and pressed a teasing kiss at the base of the crown, Alistair panting and writhing underneath her as she swirled her tongue around the head before taking the tip into her mouth, sucking hard as she cupped him in her hand. She was killing him.

“Maker's Breath, Odessa…” He whined, blushing at the desperation tingeing his voice.

Red lips opened to take him into her mouth all the way to the hilt making his hips jerk under her attentions and drawing a moan from his throat at the sight as she sucked him off. She loved that she got to be his teacher in this–loved that she got to be the one to help him figure out what he liked and how he liked to be touched, every gasp and sound and jerk of his hips guiding her to his pleasure; she took her time with him, stretching out his rapture and making him relax. As she swallowed around his tip, she started to hum as she sucked hard, the rolling motion massaging the skin on his shaft before releasing him. Alistair swore as he watched her, entranced, his fingers slipping into her short red hair and cupping the back of her neck, trying futilely to dislodge her mouth; he was ridiculously overstimulated and only vaguely aware at how loud he was–their entire party just beyond the thin fabric of her tent.

As she felt him tense up, she pulled back, a string of saliva and precum connecting them and Alistair a frustrated, whimpering mess before her. He whined, chest heaving and hips arching towards her, eager for her to finish. Soft lips trailed kisses up his stomach and across his chest before she sat up and threw one leg over him to straddle his lap, heat emanating from her gaze before she captured his lips with her own, bracing her palms against his chest. Her nails scraped his skin gently as she moved her hands lower, Alistair arching towards her touch with a quiet, broken moan, his fingers gripping her blanket like a lifeline. She pulled back and bit her lower lip as she sat up straight and gazed at him from under long orange lashes, her hands finding his and removing them from the bedroll, bringing them to her lips. She pressed a kiss to the center of each palm before placing them on her breasts, making Alistair turn another shade of red, mouth agape as he stared at his hands. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she lowered herself onto his throbbing erection, her walls clamping tightly around his thick shaft, Odessa rolling her hips and feeling the way his muscles tensed as she used her knees to push herself off him before she sank back onto him. Curious hands glided down the planes of her body, taking her in and marveling at the feel of her soft skin under his calloused fingers, her lips parting in a sultry smile, as she licked her lips, impaling herself on his cock, breasts bouncing with every movement. He gripped her hips, fingertips digging into the flesh there as he guided her through his thrusts, hips jerking eagerly up off the cot as he brought her hips down to his.

She draped her arms about his shoulders and leaned back, Alistair reaching that perfect spot within her, the two of them moaning in unison…and his climax taking them both by surprise.

He went red and buried his face in her neck. “Desi, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean–”

She laughed as she pulled back to look him in the eyes as she placed a finger against his lips; between the darkspawn taint and the anklet she wore at all times, the shell and pearl charm enchanted to prevent pregnancy, they had nothing to worry about…probably. “Shhh. It's okay. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about; it's your first time. We have plenty of time to work on your stamina. Now, do you think you have a little more in you?”

He couldn't say what came over him in that moment, but suddenly Odessa was beneath him, her lips opened in an ‘oh’ and her surprise laced into a broken gasp as he thrust into her.

“I'll take that as a ‘yes’.” She giggled before Alistair silenced her with a kiss.

Odessa wrapped her legs around his thighs, grabbing at his ass to urge him deeper before he reached around and clasped her hands in his, interlacing their fingers together and bringing her hand to his lips–the tenderness of the gesture tugging at her heartstrings even as he rocked into the roll of her hips. His hands ghosted over her body, touches frantic, the need hitting him like a tidal wave as he surged forward again the tension inside him climbing higher, a shiver racking his body. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Desi--I'm–”

“Wait.”

This infuriating woman; if she was trying to kill him she was succeeding. With tremendous effort, he held himself still even though every muscle was screaming in protest as she dug her fingers into his hips and pushed him back, his cock retreating from inside her. She rolled over onto her stomach and pushed up onto her knees before leaning forward, elbows braced against the mattress and ass in the air. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smirked as she spread her legs and wiggled her butt in invitation. And he did exactly as he was bidden, his body eager to finish what they'd started. Her mouth fell open on a moan, as the head of his erection nudged her entrance, Alistair grasping her hips and pushing into her slowly. One arm wrapped around her waist holding her still as he bent forward and traced the outer shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue, chest smothering her back, the two of them flushed and damp.

“Guide me.” He panted, his breath hot against her ear.

Odessa turned her head and caught his lips with hers, her hand closing over his and dragging them down her body and between her thighs. Their fingers ghosted over her clit and she shivered. She'd already brought him so much pleasure and he was eager to learn how she liked to be touched so he could return the favor. She helped him find just the right pressure and pace she liked as she fucked herself on his cock, Alistair doing everything to match the rhythm she’d set. The speed of his thrusts was slowly increasing, as the tension inside him climbed higher. Odessa’s cry of his name as she came was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. His mouth clamped down on her neck as he tensed, her walls closing tightly around his shaft and dragging his second ever orgasm from him on a shuddering breath. They collapsed together onto her bedroll, limbs intertwined, Alistair panting quietly as he rocked his hips, savoring the feel of her lingering quivers around his shaft, before he pulled out of her, the sight of his release dripping out of her making him blush.

He panted quietly as he buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply, taking a moment to catch his breath as he raked his fingertips lightly over the curve of her hip. “Hmm. You know, according to all the sisters at the monastery, I should have been struck by lightning by now.”

She rolled over in his arms and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Not for that performance.”

“Meaning it was so great that the Maker himself has decided to spare me the usual punishment, right? Right? Aww.” He pouted as she got up, taking her warmth with her and leaving him alone on the bedroll, Alistair sitting up on his elbows as he watched her poke around her tent for something, returning to his side with a small washcloth and a bowl of water. “You do realize the rest of our little party here is going to talk, right? They do that.”

They definitely hadn't been quiet…

Odessa smiled as she dipped the fabric into the warm water and gently and carefully started to wipe him off; sex wasn't something that embarrassed her--especially not after enjoying the company of six noblemen at once during one of her mother's salons. “Let them talk. I don’t care.”

“You say that now. But will you still feel the same way, when all they want to talk about is the two of us…together?” It was hard to think straight when the warmth of the washcloth as she cleaned his shaft felt nice--not as nice as being inside her, but still nice.

Odessa grinned as she glanced up from wiping his cock. “First smart comment and I feed them to the darkspawn.”

“See? This is why I love you.” He laughed, relaxing further under her careful attentions to get him cleaned up after their excursions, his expression turning somber. “So…what now? Where do we go from here?”

She set the washcloth inside the bowl of water before setting it aside and out of the way, pale green eyes meeting amber as she took his hand in hers. “We stay together, no matter what happens.”

“Right. I can handle that. I hope. Before I go, have I told you that I love you?” She nodded and he took her hand in his kissing the inside of her wrist. “I did? Well, it won’t kill you to hear it again, will it?”

Odessa rolled her eyes and kissed the tip of his nose. “I love you, too.”

“See? Was that so hard?” He cast his eyes about the tent, shifting to get up and collect his discarded clothes, but Odessa stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest.

“You don't have to go, you know; you could stay.”

“I can?” Alistair couldn't help the lopsided grin that spread across his face when she nodded–he hadn't even thought that was an option…but it was good because he didn't think he could walk anyways; his legs felt like jelly. “I'd like that.”

She laid back down with him, taking him in her arms, his head resting on her chest, and his body wrapped around hers, the two of them falling into a light doze.

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