Fanfic: Finger buffet
Title: A finger buffet
Pairing: Alistair/f!Amell
Rating: Adult
Category: Smut^3
Summary: Alistair fools around
Authors note: Inspired by the artwork of aimo
It had definitely been a bad idea to drink all that wine before the banquet, nerves or no. Alistair was quite merry by the time they sat down to dinner, the world being seen through a delightful haze where everyone was friendly. His love, Lamia of the Circle, was sat next to him in a delightfully gold-laced silk dress that clung to her curves like water and slit daringly all up one leg. So both could possibly be blamed for the events that occurred next.
They were partway through the fourth course, conversations going on all over the table when he got the naughty thought of sliding his hand under that robe and having a bit of a play, just to tease her. She reacted predictably when she felt his hand move up her leg, starting with a surprised look at him that just encouraged his wicked side even further. His hand found what it was looking for and started to stroke slowly. He felt a surge of male pride at the subdued gasp she let out, covering her mouth with a napkin to disguise it, but she didn’t move him away or stop him.
With a grin, he delved his fingers deeper, feeling her clench against him as he moved his fingertips inside and around her, his own body starting to react to her arousal as he continued his ministrations.
Her hands curled round the table linen as a heated blush crept its way up her chest, struggling to keep her breathing quiet although he could still hear it accelerating. He sped up the motion of his hand, rubbing his fingers vigorously against her, revelling in the feel of her slickness as she began to pulse against him until he was rewarded with a heavy exhalation of breath and a flood of wetness as she came against his fingers.
He withdrew his hand, leaving her shaking, and with a sly smirk licked his fingers clean. Ahh, he had enjoyed that, such a grand sense of control he had in bringing her to the peak of passion any time he wanted to. Good ol Zevran, that wasn't half a bad idea of his...
He turned to grin at her at a job well done, but she was fiddling with her meal again. Looking up, she deliberately caught his eyes with her own, picked up a knife and dropped it onto the floor, diving under the table to retrieve it. Well, that's an unusual way of eating OH DEAR MAKER.
She had unlaced his trousers and was gently but firmly taking him into her mouth, the sudden heat making him jump. Oh gods, she wasn't going to...oh no, he's never been able to stay silent while she does THAT.
The little minx! He gasped sharply, trying to hide it as a hiccup, as her warm wet mouth closed over a certain enthusiastic part of him that was already standing erect as if to encourage her. His teeth closed on the inside of his cheek as she began to run her Tongue up and down, swirling it around the head before taking him all the way into her mouth. Gods, control Alistair! You can't sit at the royal table and moan like you usually do when she's pleasuring you, Eamon would have a sodding coronary! But ohh my, she wasn't making it easy, licking and sucking him ever more rapidly, he could feel the surges start up deep inside him, heralding the inevitable orgasm that he would soon achieve.
The sensations grew stronger, he had to prop his hand over his mouth to stifle the moans he wanted to let out. Luckily this just looked to the rest of the diners like he was resting his head due to tiredness. He was doing fine until she moved a finger up to massage that wonderfully sensitive area just behind his balls, then he was lost to the sensation of pleasure growing, and growing and ohgodmakersbreathimcoming.
He surged and spurted his climax, biting his hand and feeling her take it all into her.
A minute later she reappeared in her seat, hair slightly mussed but otherwise the very picture of a high ranking mage. He smiled at her, his wonderful beautiful minx of an enchantress and felt his heart skip at the loving smile she gave back.