Fanfic: Scratching the Itch
Title: Scratching the itch
Rating: Adult
Category: Weapons grade filth
Summary: Our female mage had once caught sight of Alistair doing something highly entertaining. She is now obsessed with seeing it again...
Maker, why do men look so darned tempting? she thought as she crept along between the trees, this is hardly behaviour worthy of the First Enchanter's favourite mage.
Ever since the night she had witnessed Alistair pleasuring himself in secret she had been burning to see it again, tonight was the first time they had found a decent camp site in a while and she'd deliberately provoked him over dinner by letting her robe hitch up to display a flash of leg, and brushing her hand over her breast as if to sweep away crumbs. Perhaps it had been unfair to suck her fingers clean in front of him though, but it had worked. He had made an excuse about needing to relieve a call of nature and ducked into the woods. She retired to her tent but swiftly snuck out the back to follow after him, silently creeping on slippered feet behind him.
Maker, does she know what she does to me? Alistair thought with frustration over his wayward body. At the first sight of her lovely legs this evening he had felt a stirring in his loins, but when she placed her fingers in her soft wet mouth it turned into a rock hard erection that left no doubt. He needed to relieve it and soon else he'd go crazy.
Finding a quiet spot next to a stream he quickly sat down and unlaced his trousers. His rigid phallus bounced out immediately and he wrapped his fingers round it.
Slowly, slowly, we don't want to rush this. After all it might be a long time before you can do this again, he thought, gently stroking the underside of his turgid length. Oh Maker, imagine it's her hand stroking you, those rosy red lips lowering down onto...
A soft moan escaped his lips, the motions of his hand increasing. His thumb swiped at the bead of liquid forming at his tip, spreading it down his length to smooth the passage of his hand, back and forth, stroking faster.
No, slower, breathe out, got to delay it, he thought, slowing down and easing back from the brink.
Time passed, and he blessed his training, several times he had nearly shuddered to release but a firm grasp and his mental discipline held him back. Sweat ran down his chest as his thigh muscles clenched again and again in tine with the motions of his hand.
Oh Maker, how much more can he take? She watched amazed and seriously aroused at the display of control in front of her. Several times she had thought he would finish only to see him calm down and begin again. She could feel her own arousal wetting her thighs as she lay hidden in the undergrowth, her own need for satisfaction growing with every moan he let slip.
His moans took on a desperate, pleading tone as he skilfully held off another approaching orgasm, his slick hand moving rapidly to hold it in. They were coming closer together now and harder to stop, even a single stroke of his hand was enough to bring him oh so close.
Too much, can't stop, oh gods he moaned, his hand frantically stroking, clenching and gripping tightly to his swollen member. He couldn't stop the groan that escaped him as he passed the point of no return, nor the gasping breaths that followed as the pressure built to painful levels inside him.
Oh my god, she nearly whimpered out loud, one hand pinching and squeezing her breast, the pulsing between her thighs getting hotter and tighter.
His mind was full of images of her, naked, writhing, moaning her pleasure as he pushed into her.....with a deep growl of almost agony, his body released his tension in great pulsing arcs as his body shuddered violently, powerless against the pleasure riding him.
All it took was seeing him finally lose control and she felt an almost painful surge as her own body began to approach completion. She clenched her jaw, trying to remain silent but couldn't help the small cry as she pulsed and shuddered over the edge...
Alistair looked up at the sound, a woman's voice? Here? Oh no, oh damn. With a speed borne of panic he dressed swiftly and walked toward the source of the noise. He was amazed, and silently pleased to see her crouched there in a state of some upheaval, her hair mussed and her breathing ragged.
'So, you were watching me?' he asked nervously
'If I said I was out picking berries and fell over would you believe me?' she quipped back.
'Hmm, I might, if your robe wasn't undone. I don't recall anything in the mage training that requires removing your clothing first'.
'Damn, busted'
'So, you were watching me,' okay, Alistair, time to be a big boy and not let this opportunity slip...'Did you, see anything you like?'
He delighted in the swift blush that raced up her face, the deep breath she took raising her chest in such a tempting way...
'Oh gods, yes, okay I did! And I'm sorry, I know it's a bad thing to do and I swear I'll never do it again and I'm so sorry and..' he silenced her babbling by lifting her face to his and crushing his lips to hers. He drew back, looking into the eyes of the woman he wanted and whispered
'It's okay, I like it when you watch'