My contribution to our little “Threesome challenge”.
It took me some time to write it. One point was, I’ve never written both guys and never smut in English. Now I have both.
Some words of the OC:
He name is Lania. She was born in Ferelden, namely Denerim, but was sold into slavery when she was very young. She fled and ended up in Antiva City. She tried to get soemthing for a living, but she never had learend something else than cleaning and serving her Master in other ways. She tried hard, but in the end there was only one of the many brothels in Antiva which offered her a job. The first few years were hard. She had to learn to defend her self, because her custmers where not always nice. With the years she got better and was able to get employments in better brothels. That’s where she met Zevran. He helped her in many ways and in the end she also got better in fighting for herself.
She was recruited by the Wardens during a turmoil in the brothel where she killed the attacker with his own knife. The present Warden saw potential in her and asked her if she could imagine to join them. They talked for a long time, but she eventually agreed. And never regretted it.
“You can’t be serious,“ he panted tossing an arm over his eyes and avoiding her view. He did that all the time and she hated it. Why couldn’t he just give a straight answer for once? It had been a topic for days now and she had dropped it over and over again.
“No, I’m not serious. It’s just a running gag I’ve been sticking to the last week, Alistair.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly.
“You are not?” He lifted his arm a bit and peeked out under it.
She snorted and lifted herself to her elbows. “What is your problem with this topic? Honestly, I can’t see it.” She looked at him with raised eyebrows.
He hid his eyes again with his arm. “Nia is it really necessary to discuss it now?”
“Now is as good as any time.”
“We just shared the bed and you want right after that talk about more of it?” He lifted his arm again. “Seriously I knew you were not easy to sate, but…” His voice trailed off and she saw a smile tugging at his lips.
And even against her will her features got softer again. “Because it would be amazing. You know him, and you must have heard of his talent.”
He shifted a bit unpleasant on the sheets. “More than I was interested in, to be honest. And he wouldn’t even shut up after I told him.”
“Oh I guess he didn’t. And from what I’ve heard from him, your precious Warden didn’t make it any easier until the final decision was made. Even the elder mage had complained about it once I’ve heard.”
“Oh… oh yeah. She did. And with reason, from what I could say. They had been quite… noisy.”
Lania had to smile. “I figure.”
Alistair looked at her. “You do?”
“What do you think why I talked about nothing else the last week.” She looked at him uncomprehendingly.
Alistair blinked a few times. He seemed surprised. “When…?”
She laughed because she knew what was going on in his head. “Years ago. I haven’t been a Warden all of my life, you know?”
“Oh yeah, I figured that.” He smiled sheepishly.
“And that brings me back to my initial question. You know we won’t be staying here much longer. And it would be quite the experience.”
“Experience? For me or for you?”
She had to laugh and snuggled up against him. “Not for me, mighty Warden Commander, not for me.”
He moved a bit away so he could look at her. “Hey, can we discuss this instead a little bit further?”
“I bet you’d love to.” She smiled and rested her head on his chest. “So, we’ve come to an agreement?”
“We have what? I can’t remember making a decision.”
“But you’re curious what it would be like.”
“What ‘what’ would be like?” He asked wearily.
“Watching me with another man.” She kept her eyes closed and slung an arm around his waist.
He said nothing. She just felt his muscles tensing in his body as he imagined it.
She suppressed the grin that wanted to lift the corners of her mouth. Making him imagining it was a big step further. Not quite reaching her goal, but nearer to it. There were a few days left to convince him.
“Got a minute?”
Bleary-eyed and exhausted, it took Eilin at least a few moments to realise it was Alistair who had appeared out of nowhere, and not a darkspawn. Guiltily she released her grip on her sword and tried not to look as tired as she felt. It might have worked, if keeping her eyes open wasn’t such a struggle. Necessity kept her on first watch instead of Wynne — after the ritual at Redcliffe, the old mage was beyond anything not consisting of food and sleep.
“What?” she said without thinking. “Uh…sure. I have a few hours, in fact.”
“Daydreaming, are we?” He sat down beside her, resting one arm on a bent knee, and she put the sword aside with an embarrassed flush. “Not that I blame you. Being on watch is boring.” He took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I want to talk to you about what happened at Redcliffe.”