Okay. Listen. My head has been in the gutter recently: Throne sex with Avvar!Amayian and Faeven...

Business and Pleasure

Part One

Avvar! AU || Amayian x Faeven || NSFW 18+ Mature Audiences Only, Very Graphic Smut

"Shadowalker! You have company." Faeven let the small envoy of Avvar lead her through the small trails of the verdant forest of the Frostback Basin. It was truly beautiful, so vivid and alluring as if the trees were breathing life and spirit all around her and in turn she could truly breathe. The air was so fresh, and the chill of it sent shivers down her spine as she inhaled it deep within her lungs. She felt the nervousness and the pressure she felt as she walked through the gates of Arthkar dissolve with each breath of mountain air she took. Something about this place felt ... observant. Usually when Faeven felt this it came with a sense of unease, here however, it felt comforting.

The trees lessened as they walked, until Faeven blinked and when she opened her eyes, they absorbed the beautiful vast clearing that enveloped her entirely. The was a hot spring, one of the largest she had ever discovered. A man was squat in the middle, his lower half completely sumerged in the water. The steam of the spring made it hard to make out the details of him. It dawned on her that maybe the awareness of the forest came from him, his otherworldly mystique spoke of magic. She could practically smell it off him. She could see the mountains as if they watched over this hot spring, the forest, and these people. It felt like sanctuary. Something Faeven so seldom felt that she had almost forgotten its name: peace. The man spoke, Shadowalker, Faeven assumed as his people had called him. "Thank you for bringing her here, you may leave us now." As his people left back into the forest, Faeven was alone with this mysterious man. It felt very intimate... "What brings you to Arthkar?" His voice was powerful, and eventhough he was only speaking to her now, it did not intimidate her. There was a curiousness to all of it, the peaceful feeling, his voice, the thickness of the air. It felt heady almost. "Why have you sought me out?"

The steam still hid him from her vision, but she caught glimpses of him. A tease of golden brown skin like the wastes at sunset here. . . A peek of dark hair plastered to his shoulders like great roots growing into him in swirls and tangles. . . Faeven was utterly entranced. Some sort of spell she was loathe to break, but she found that the breath that had come so easily had disappeared entirely fom her lungs. It was that moment that the steam cleared as if some great spirit cleaved a path from him to her. Her breath, that she had thought gone, caught in her throat, and a gasp shot out of her. Not at the magic that impressed the fuck out of her, but at those piercing verdant eyes that burned. A patient flane waiting for the tinder of her answer. Faeven gulped, her teeth pulling her bottom lip as she couldn't help the desire that those intense eyes caused. Her sex began to melt as she took in the cut of his face, the well oiled beard, and long dripping strands of ebony hair. Shadowalker pushed a wayward lock aside and she watched a droplet of water cling to his sculpted body, watched as it travelled the scars that adorned his body, and watched as it finally ended up finding a home in the vee of... Shadowmaker moved. For a split second, his bits rose to the surface...Faeven averted her eyes back to his face only to find an amused grin. Her face felt hot, red and embarrassed. Mythal give her strength! Faeven was here on professional business and here she was blantantly staring at this man's endowment. Even if the man was very, very well endowed, it was still very much inappropriate to be staring.

"It's alright, take your time. I am well aware of the affect I have on women." There was a little hint of laughter in his voice. "Why don't you come on in and unwind?" Shadowalker offered with that bastardous grin still on his beautiful face. "You are my guest after all." With that he turned his back to her giving her the privacy to undress. "I am sure you've had a long journey here..." With a wave of his hand the steam swirled around him again.

Faeven gulped again. She noticed the awareness she felt before dissolve, and it was just her and the choice laid out for her. So she began the process of divesting herself of her travelling leathers. Still trying to find her voice, It was only when she was naked that it came back to her. "You can watch, after all its only fair..." The awareness came back like the crack of a whip, and she chose now to dive in. While completely submerged in the therapeutic water, she heard his laughter, disorted but full of mirth, that desire she felt returned and boiled in her. As she broke the surface, rubbing the water away from her eyes, Shadowalker said simply. "Tease."

Faeven just smiled, her tits barely concealed under the water. "I sought you out for an alliance with the Inquisition. We have need of forces to combat the destruction of our world as we know it. The Dread Wolf isn't a dalish cautionary tale unfortunately, He is real and a threat to all of Thedas. He fooled us all and we need people he doesn't know in order gain the upper hand." Faeven took a steady breath. The betrayal Solas pulled, the heartbreak he caused her sister, and the sheer audacity of the man was cause enough for her to find the softest part of his body and ram Perwinkle through it. Though, it was a little bit hard to do that when the man in question was a wee bit powerful. Especially since it was power of a godlike proportion. So here she was requesting allyship in the far reaches of Thedas, naked with some sexy Avvar leader in a hot spring. Faeven wasn't going to lie, she rather perferred this method of fetching.

"Hmm." Shadowalker regarded her, the heady air sharpened, and listened. "You said you need to find people he doesn't know. How does he know your organization so well?"

"For a time, The Dread Wolf went by the alias of 'Solas.' He was an ally and helped us with other ordeals of the world, and in the end, he betrayed us. He left, and has been working to enact his plan of destroying the veil and restoring the old elvhen."

"A tricky bastard." Shadowalker mused, crossing his arms.

"I just tack that all up to being a trickster god, so will you help us?" Faeven rose up a little in the water, careful not to show too much, but just enough. She watched his face as his eyes glazed over as he looked his fill. She blinked and his eyes were on her face, still glazed but hard. She wondered if he was hard elsewhere...

Shadowalker waded through the water towards her. "Yes, I am willing to lend my people to help bostler your ranks, but I am also willing to pledge myself in any service that benefits the Inquisition." He was in her space now, his face mere inches from hers. "I am willing to lend myself to you as well. Whatever you desire..."

Faeven watched his verdant eyes as they discovered the facets of her face, as if it would somehow give him the answer he sought. She watched him discover her uniqueness a little bit longer, his eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips, before she took his bottom lip between her lips. She didn't allow the kiss to deepen, just let the shock soak into him as she pulled away. "The name is Faeven by the way." 

Shadowalker leaned his body against her, and she felt the answer of her earlier wondering pressed against her thigh. It was her turn to look her fill of him with glazed eyes. Her sex was overbearing and she fought the urge to open her folds for him right there. "Thane Amayian of Tribe Arthkar, but you can just call me Amayian." 

"You can touch me, Amayian. You can do whatever you wish." The anticipation tingled through her entire body, straight down to her toes as he turned her body around. His hands gathered her hair, and pulled her head back until she was looking up at his face. He smiled before he pulled her hair again and she couldn't see him. Amayian breathed in the scent of her at the nape of her neck. His hot breath had her sex pulsing with desire. With an impatient whine, Faeven rocked her hips back into him. She hit the hardness she sought out, but to her dismay it didn't hit the exact mark she was hoping for. Overwhelmed, her hand dove to her nub, and a sigh fell from her lips as she worked with determination to free her release...

The air came alive and it was as if phantom hands held her hands captive behind her back, while another more real hand, calloused by years of training, found her nub. A little scream tore from her until her hair was pulled back so Faeven was looking up at him again. Lips crashed into hers, full of passion and intent. She felt him adjust himself so that he was pressed against her entrance. The pressure, the sheer heat, and throbbing set her whole body on fire and she screamed again inside his mouth in pure frustration. He broke the kiss, Faeven's lips puffy. His voice was in her sharp ear, followed by a firm hand against her ass. The slap echoed off the water like a skipping stone. "Only I decide when you have been pleasured enough...and only I will give you the release you so crave." He rubbed her ass tenderly and rubbed his nose and face against her hair. "Be patient. Hold your breath." He said into her hair. "I plan to fuck every inch of you."

Something of a growl rumbled in Faeven's throat, this alone spurred Amayian into action. His hand sought out that certain artery in her neck, tightened his grip just enough where he cut off her growl until it was just a whine...

"Shhh." Amayian released his grip, but his hand didn't move from her neck. "Take a deep breath. Now." Faeven obeyed, and with that he eased himself into her entrance. "Exhale." He heard the breath shake out of her, and he took the moment to be still within her to simply feel her insides pulse around him. The heat of her felt like absolution. 

"Fuck, you're so ..." It came from both their lips. They paused, blinked, until Amayian's hand squeezed again. He waited until he felt her walls tense around him, and that was when something primal claimed him. When Amayian began to move again inside her, he couldn't stop. The crescendo of pleasure as his thrusts quickly dissolved into reckless abandon. Until he could feel her walls stretch to his shape. They deepened until he was fucking the hollow of her insides. He couldn't stop because with every thrust his ears were met with a new noise falling from her lips edging him closer and closer. 

Faeven was melting all over him. It felt as if her whole body was an inferno of pleasure and passion, entirely out of her hands, and she wouldn't have it any other way. His hand that wasn't on her neck returned to her nub and she let everything out. It came broiling to the surface, a mess made thoroughly of his hand and his cock. She wasn't sure she could stand, but he held her up by her neck and hips as he sheathed himself fully into her messy, hollow insides over and over and over. Her whole body trembled as his thrusts were deeper than she had before. Her toes curled as his thrusts sent jolts of energy through her. Her insides were sensitive, fully spent as they just throbbed and ached around him. She would endure it so he could have his release too. It was coming. Faeven braced herself for the finale. With a few more deep slow thrusts, his end surged out of him, out of his soul and he was left quaking against the shore of her ass. 

The aftermath was chaos and mess, Faeven was accustomed to this sort of thing. The recouping stage was an agony she would endure. It was several minutes until the trembling subsided and she could finally think, finally breathe. He hadn't left her insides and had been loving rubbing her back and ass while he caugh th his breath. She heard the clarity come back to him shortly after he finally pulled himself from the mess they made.

He took his time wading to the shore of the spring, his hand at the small of her back. When her legs touched the air and her feet stood on solid ground, she felt unsteady. "Amayian, I don't think I will be able to walk back to Arthkar."

With a little smile, Amayian scooped her into his arms. "You won't have to..."

Faeven threw her arms around his neck, and let herself be carried. She was sore, but satisfied. The mountain air rushing into her lungs as she just breathed. There was notes of pine and their sex in the air but it comforted her all the same.

"I don't think I had the courtesy of showing you the throne room..." Amayian said while he carried her back through the forest. There was a tone in his voice that was wrought with desire, and she couldn't wait to find out what was in store for her in Arthkar.

Okay. Listen. My head has been in the gutter recently: Throne sex with Avvar!Amayian and Faeven...

Business and Pleasure

Part One

Avvar! AU || Amayian x Faeven || NSFW 18+ Mature Audiences Only, Very Graphic Smut

"Shadowalker! You have company." Faeven let the small envoy of Avvar lead her through the small trails of the verdant forest of the Frostback Basin. It was truly beautiful, so vivid and alluring as if the trees were breathing life and spirit all around her and in turn she could truly breathe. The air was so fresh, and the chill of it sent shivers down her spine as she inhaled it deep within her lungs. She felt the nervousness and the pressure she felt as she walked through the gates of Arthkar dissolve with each breath of mountain air she took. Something about this place felt ... observant. Usually when Faeven felt this it came with a sense of unease, here however, it felt comforting.

The trees lessened as they walked, until Faeven blinked and when she opened her eyes, they absorbed the beautiful vast clearing that enveloped her entirely. The was a hot spring, one of the largest she had ever discovered. A man was squat in the middle, his lower half completely sumerged in the water. The steam of the spring made it hard to make out the details of him. It dawned on her that maybe the awareness of the forest came from him, his otherworldly mystique spoke of magic. She could practically smell it off him. She could see the mountains as if they watched over this hot spring, the forest, and these people. It felt like sanctuary. Something Faeven so seldom felt that she had almost forgotten its name: peace. The man spoke, Shadowalker, Faeven assumed as his people had called him. "Thank you for bringing her here, you may leave us now." As his people left back into the forest, Faeven was alone with this mysterious man. It felt very intimate... "What brings you to Arthkar?" His voice was powerful, and eventhough he was only speaking to her now, it did not intimidate her. There was a curiousness to all of it, the peaceful feeling, his voice, the thickness of the air. It felt heady almost. "Why have you sought me out?"

The steam still hid him from her vision, but she caught glimpses of him. A tease of golden brown skin like the wastes at sunset here. . . A peek of dark hair plastered to his shoulders like great roots growing into him in swirls and tangles. . . Faeven was utterly entranced. Some sort of spell she was loathe to break, but she found that the breath that had come so easily had disappeared entirely fom her lungs. It was that moment that the steam cleared as if some great spirit cleaved a path from him to her. Her breath, that she had thought gone, caught in her throat, and a gasp shot out of her. Not at the magic that impressed the fuck out of her, but at those piercing verdant eyes that burned. A patient flane waiting for the tinder of her answer. Faeven gulped, her teeth pulling her bottom lip as she couldn't help the desire that those intense eyes caused. Her sex began to melt as she took in the cut of his face, the well oiled beard, and long dripping strands of ebony hair. Shadowalker pushed a wayward lock aside and she watched a droplet of water cling to his sculpted body, watched as it travelled the scars that adorned his body, and watched as it finally ended up finding a home in the vee of... Shadowmaker moved. For a split second, his bits rose to the surface...Faeven averted her eyes back to his face only to find an amused grin. Her face felt hot, red and embarrassed. Mythal give her strength! Faeven was here on professional business and here she was blantantly staring at this man's endowment. Even if the man was very, very well endowed, it was still very much inappropriate to be staring.

"It's alright, take your time. I am well aware of the affect I have on women." There was a little hint of laughter in his voice. "Why don't you come on in and unwind?" Shadowalker offered with that bastardous grin still on his beautiful face. "You are my guest after all." With that he turned his back to her giving her the privacy to undress. "I am sure you've had a long journey here..." With a wave of his hand the steam swirled around him again.

Faeven gulped again. She noticed the awareness she felt before dissolve, and it was just her and the choice laid out for her. So she began the process of divesting herself of her travelling leathers. Still trying to find her voice, It was only when she was naked that it came back to her. "You can watch, after all its only fair..." The awareness came back like the crack of a whip, and she chose now to dive in. While completely submerged in the therapeutic water, she heard his laughter, disorted but full of mirth, that desire she felt returned and boiled in her. As she broke the surface, rubbing the water away from her eyes, Shadowalker said simply. "Tease."

Faeven just smiled, her tits barely concealed under the water. "I sought you out for an alliance with the Inquisition. We have need of forces to combat the destruction of our world as we know it. The Dread Wolf isn't a dalish cautionary tale unfortunately, He is real and a threat to all of Thedas. He fooled us all and we need people he doesn't know in order gain the upper hand." Faeven took a steady breath. The betrayal Solas pulled, the heartbreak he caused her sister, and the sheer audacity of the man was cause enough for her to find the softest part of his body and ram Perwinkle through it. Though, it was a little bit hard to do that when the man in question was a wee bit powerful. Especially since it was power of a godlike proportion. So here she was requesting allyship in the far reaches of Thedas, naked with some sexy Avvar leader in a hot spring. Faeven wasn't going to lie, she rather perferred this method of fetching.

"Hmm." Shadowalker regarded her, the heady air sharpened, and listened. "You said you need to find people he doesn't know. How does he know your organization so well?"

"For a time, The Dread Wolf went by the alias of 'Solas.' He was an ally and helped us with other ordeals of the world, and in the end, he betrayed us. He left, and has been working to enact his plan of destroying the veil and restoring the old elvhen."

"A tricky bastard." Shadowalker mused, crossing his arms.

"I just tack that all up to being a trickster god, so will you help us?" Faeven rose up a little in the water, careful not to show too much, but just enough. She watched his face as his eyes glazed over as he looked his fill. She blinked and his eyes were on her face, still glazed but hard. She wondered if he was hard elsewhere...

Shadowalker waded through the water towards her. "Yes, I am willing to lend my people to help bostler your ranks, but I am also willing to pledge myself in any service that benefits the Inquisition." He was in her space now, his face mere inches from hers. "I am willing to lend myself to you as well. Whatever you desire..."

Faeven watched his verdant eyes as they discovered the facets of her face, as if it would somehow give him the answer he sought. She watched him discover her uniqueness a little bit longer, his eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips, before she took his bottom lip between her lips. She didn't allow the kiss to deepen, just let the shock soak into him as she pulled away. "The name is Faeven by the way." 

Shadowalker leaned his body against her, and she felt the answer of her earlier wondering pressed against her thigh. It was her turn to look her fill of him with glazed eyes. Her sex was overbearing and she fought the urge to open her folds for him right there. "Thane Amayian of Tribe Arthkar, but you can just call me Amayian." 

"You can touch me, Amayian. You can do whatever you wish." The anticipation tingled through her entire body, straight down to her toes as he turned her body around. His hands gathered her hair, and pulled her head back until she was looking up at his face. He smiled before he pulled her hair again and she couldn't see him. Amayian breathed in the scent of her at the nape of her neck. His hot breath had her sex pulsing with desire. With an impatient whine, Faeven rocked her hips back into him. She hit the hardness she sought out, but to her dismay it didn't hit the exact mark she was hoping for. Overwhelmed, her hand dove to her nub, and a sigh fell from her lips as she worked with determination to free her release...

The air came alive and it was as if phantom hands held her hands captive behind her back, while another more real hand, calloused by years of training, found her nub. A little scream tore from her until her hair was pulled back so Faeven was looking up at him again. Lips crashed into hers, full of passion and intent. She felt him adjust himself so that he was pressed against her entrance. The pressure, the sheer heat, and throbbing set her whole body on fire and she screamed again inside his mouth in pure frustration. He broke the kiss, Faeven's lips puffy. His voice was in her sharp ear, followed by a firm hand against her ass. The slap echoed off the water like a skipping stone. "Only I decide when you have been pleasured enough...and only I will give you the release you so crave." He rubbed her ass tenderly and rubbed his nose and face against her hair. "Be patient. Hold your breath." He said into her hair. "I plan to fuck every inch of you."

Something of a growl rumbled in Faeven's throat, this alone spurred Amayian into action. His hand sought out that certain artery in her neck, tightened his grip just enough where he cut off her growl until it was just a whine...

"Shhh." Amayian released his grip, but his hand didn't move from her neck. "Take a deep breath. Now." Faeven obeyed, and with that he eased himself into her entrance. "Exhale." He heard the breath shake out of her, and he took the moment to be still within her to simply feel her insides pulse around him. The heat of her felt like absolution. 

"Fuck, you're so ..." It came from both their lips. They paused, blinked, until Amayian's hand squeezed again. He waited until he felt her walls tense around him, and that was when something primal claimed him. When Amayian began to move again inside her, he couldn't stop. The crescendo of pleasure as his thrusts quickly dissolved into reckless abandon. Until he could feel her walls stretch to his shape. They deepened until he was fucking the hollow of her insides. He couldn't stop because with every thrust his ears were met with a new noise falling from her lips edging him closer and closer. 

Faeven was melting all over him. It felt as if her whole body was an inferno of pleasure and passion, entirely out of her hands, and she wouldn't have it any other way. His hand that wasn't on her neck returned to her nub and she let everything out. It came broiling to the surface, a mess made thoroughly of his hand and his cock. She wasn't sure she could stand, but he held her up by her neck and hips as he sheathed himself fully into her messy, hollow insides over and over and over. Her whole body trembled as his thrusts were deeper than she had before. Her toes curled as his thrusts sent jolts of energy through her. Her insides were sensitive, fully spent as they just throbbed and ached around him. She would endure it so he could have his release too. It was coming. Faeven braced herself for the finale. With a few more deep slow thrusts, his end surged out of him, out of his soul and he was left quaking against the shore of her ass. 

The aftermath was chaos and mess, Faeven was accustomed to this sort of thing. The recouping stage was an agony she would endure. It was several minutes until the trembling subsided and she could finally think, finally breathe. He hadn't left her insides and had been loving rubbing her back and ass while he caugh th his breath. She heard the clarity come back to him shortly after he finally pulled himself from the mess they made.

He took his time wading to the shore of the spring, his hand at the small of her back. When her legs touched the air and her feet stood on solid ground, she felt unsteady. "Amayian, I don't think I will be able to walk back to Arthkar."

With a little smile, Amayian scooped her into his arms. "You won't have to..."

Faeven threw her arms around his neck, and let herself be carried. She was sore, but satisfied. The mountain air rushing into her lungs as she just breathed. There was notes of pine and their sex in the air but it comforted her all the same.

"I don't think I had the courtesy of showing you the throne room..." Amayian said while he carried her back through the forest. There was a tone in his voice that was wrought with desire, and she couldn't wait to find out what was in store for her in Arthkar.