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Smut post!
This really needed to be posted, as I've had the idea in my head for SO long.
Follow up to my "Awkward Holiday" drabble, and like the first one, this will be in my fic, just not for a while, but....I cannot resist the urge to write smut. Since I haven't posted any of my smut for you guys, here's my first offering.
Title: "Awkward First...Everything." or, "Playing Nice for Real this Time"
Rating: AO (smut, smut smut!)
Paring: Loghain/F!Cousland
Notes: Blood/fighting/violent angry sex. Loghain being a dick. (as always)
Loghain was content to let Sabia avoid him for the next day or so, but after the second day was winding into the evening and the group began exchanging gifts, he became antsy. He kept glancing at the package in his arms. Wynne had given him a stony glare, and Oghren ignored him, cradling a new bottle- most likely a gift- as though his drunken shouting hadn't ruined a conversation the day before. Sten nodded in his direction, focusing his attention back on Wynne, who was giving him a package, which turned out to be a handmade cloak sized properly for the large Qunari. Sten blinked in surprise, then offered Wynne a very rare upward curl of the corner of his mouth, making Wynne beam. Morrigan strode over to Loghain, her strange yellow eyes glinting. She clutched a package in her hands. Loghain lifted a brow.
"I have a gift for you, Loghain," she said, her eyes laughing in their odd way with her lilting voice. Loghain blinked and bit back the surprised protest that nearly escaped his throat.
"I...," he fumbled awkwardly, causing her to laugh and press the package into the crook of his free arm.
"Tis nothing, Loghain. But you are to open it later. Not here. You surely will need it later," she said, her eyes turning knowing and smug.
Loghain breathed a sigh of relief as she sauntered away to mull over a thick black tome at the far end of a table in the hall. The witch unnerved him as much as Flemeth had those many years ago in the wilds. He glanced at the assassin, who was presenting a few sheets of music to the Orlesian brat. The girl squealed and hugged the Antivan, nearly choking him before pulling back and handing him a package, which turned out to be a fine leather belt. Zevran reached out and squeezed Leliana's rump in thanks and earned a cuff to the ear, Leliana running off in a huff of laughter and feigned indigence. Loghain stifled a laugh at that, and looked for Sabia again. Shale shuffled by, cradling a rock with eyes painted on it.
"Maybe It isn't so bad, no I don't think It is," Shale mumbled.
Loghain didn't bother wondering what was going on in the golem's head. He didn't want to know. Avariel bounded up to him, a stick dangling from his mouth. His expression softened instantly, and he set his packages down on the table, took the stick from the mabari's mouth, and threw it. Avariel let out a happy frantic bark and charged after the stick like a puppy. He skittered on the stone floor, his claws scrabbling. He got the stick and brought it back to Loghain, tiny nub of a tail wagging. Loghain indulged him again with another throw, smiling as the war dog charged after his quarry again.
"I haven't seen that in a long time," said a soft voice at his elbow.
Loghain spun around to see Sabia standing behind him, wearing a gown almost identical to the one she'd worn to that holiday dinner five years ago. He blinked, thinking he'd stepped back in time for a moment, but he realized the differences. The silvery glint in her eyes that marked her as a Warden, the small lines around her mouth and brow, the commanding stance she stood in, and the pendant of blood around her neck, glinting a deep dark red just above the cleft of her breasts. She looked at him with a gentle, neutral expression, then her eyes flicked back to Avariel as he pranced back to them, the slobber covered stick in his mouth. She smiled at the dog.
"Avariel. Care to go play with Sten? I need to talk to Loghain," she said gently. Avariel barked around the mouthful of stick and trotted over to Sten, bobbing his head. Sten gave a slight smile reserved only for the war dog, then took to playing fetch with him. Sabia turned to Loghain, her eyes studying him carefully.
"Can I talk to you in my study?" She asked softly.
Loghain nodded awkwardly, picking his packages back up and following her, trying not to notice that Morrigan was staring at him with a very smug look on her face. He followed her into the study, which he noticed through the open door inside, was adjacent to her bedroom. The study was part of her suite. She motioned for him to sit, shutting the door and locking it, making him narrow his eyes. She said nothing, moving to pour him some brandy. He took the glass from her, still awkwardly holding the packages. He sighed a bit and set them down on the rug by his feet. He was quiet as she poured herself some wine, but finally spoke as she sipped it.
"Haven't seen what, Commander?" he asked, catching himself before he called her Teyrna- something she HATED. Sabia looked at him carefully.
"Your smile," she said simply, sweeping across the floor to the desk where two large packages waited. She hefted them into her arms and moved to stand close to him, putting them in his lap. Loghain blinked up at her, and she motioned for him to open them.
"The smaller one is from me. The larger is from Anora. You know she wanted to be here for the holiday but she had to make her appearance in Denerim," she said, knowing he was feeling a pang from not having his daughter near for the holiday. Loghain looked at her helplessly. Her mouth curled slowly into a smile.
"Open Anora's first," she said.
Loghain carefully tore the paper, and his heart stopped as he revealed Maric's shield- one he'd thought lost. He stared at it, unable to speak, and Sabia chuckled.
"Open mine, Loghain," she pressed.
Loghain almost didn't want to tear his eyes from the precious item his daughter had given him. Cailan must have found it and put it in the treasury. That had to be it. He reluctantly tore his eyes away and opened Sabia's gift, revealing a long box. He looked at her curiously as she settled on the floor next to his chair, folding her long legs under her skirts. He looked back at the box and opened it. His jaw dropped, and tears threatened to fill his eyes. The blade shone with blue runes, light as a feather, same as the day it was pulled from the Deep Roads.
"Maric's blade..." he whispered, his voice almost choking. He ran a finger over the blade's edge, marveling that it was still sharp. He hefted it in his hand, and felt a thrill at how it was still balanced and light. He looked back at Sabia, the light from the runes' glow highlighting her face. He set it back in the box.
"I... I can't take this, Sabia."
Sabia's face was the definition of hurt, then turned to anger. She stood up, glaring at him.
"What do you mean, you can't take it?" She asked, her tone dangerous. Loghain stood as well, towering over her.
"After what I've done? You can't possibly think I deserve this blade!" He said heatedly. Sabia huffed through clenched teeth, making fists in the green silk of her gown.
"Then who would, Loghain? No one else knew him like you did. No one else did and sacrificed for him the things that you did, Loghain!" She said in a fury. "Who else would deserve this blade? Certainly not me, the woman who slaughtered werewolves and let Tevinter escape with living people as slaves! Certainly not the woman who picked the greater evil for King because his path was easier!"
Loghain suddenly wished he were wearing his armor. He felt like Sabia had an advantage over him with her words and sharp tongue. He glared at her in frustration.
"I want this blade, Sabia. I really do. How can I justify wielding it when I've done what I have?" He asked.
"Why do you think I spared you, Loghain? Why do you think I made you a Warden? Why do you think I've been trying to talk to you, to make you feel like you belong here? Because I'm trying to help you redeem yourself!" She hissed.
Loghain reached out and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close.
"And what of you, Sabia? I left you to die, I put a bounty on your head. I sent an assassin after you. I tried to accuse you of kidnapping your best friend. How does that redeem me in YOUR eyes, Sabia?" He asked.
She tried to yank her shoulders from his grip, but he wouldn't relent. She snarled at him.
"YOU didn't send the assassin, Howe did. Howe didn't want me alive- the both of you didn't know I was alive until AFTER the men from Lothering came to tell you, AFTER Zevran was dispatched. Howe didn't want to risk losing Highever. You just listened to what he said because you were afraid of it biting you in the ass. You were afraid of the truth that I might be alive," she said hotly.
Loghain looked away from those sharp green eyes of hers.
"Oh, don't you look away from me, Loghain Mac Tir," she snapped, grabbing his chin and making him look at her. He narrowed his eyes at being handled roughly.
"Don't grab my face, Sabia," he warned, tightening his grip on her shoulders.
She responded by digging her fingertips painfully into his jaw. Loghain snatched at her hair with one hand, yanking and pulling her head back to look at him. She let out a cry, her eyes flashing as her hair was yanked, and her free hand reached up and slapped his cheek, the slap ringing through the study. He let go of her and reeled back in shock. No woman had ever hit him before aside from Rowan. She glared at him, her breast heaving with her enraged breaths.
"Don't. You EVER. Pull. My hair. AGAIN. LOGHAIN." She spat, sounding like an ally cat.
He wasn't sure what possessed him.
"If you act like a tavern wench instead of a Commander, I'll treat you like one," he replied, glowering.
She made an angry snarl and moved at him, reaching out to slap him again. He caught her wrist, glaring at her, catching the other one as she swung at him in blind rage. He held her by her wrists, looking at her with glinting eyes. She hissed at him and- Maker's breath, she was actually trying to bite him! He pulled her hands to her sides, then wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms down, and pulling her against him.
"Maker's breath, Sabia, what is wrong with you?" he asked. She struggled in his arms, hissing at him.
"I worked so fucking hard to hide that blade from you at Ostagar, I had it polished, I lugged it around, keeping it hidden, and you won't take it. You're a heartless bastard!" She cried, trying to wrench herself from his arms. Tears actually trickled down her cheeks. He wasn't sure why, but those tears sparked anger in him.
"No, you're not going to cry and make me instantly feel guilty and take the sword, Sabia!" He snapped.
He pulled her as tight as he could and forced her chin up to look at him. He was going to say something abrasive, but he paused as he saw the anger and passion in her eyes. She glared at him defiantly, enraged that he would take her, his Commander, into a hold like this. He paused. He'd never been more attracted to her in this moment of raw anger than he had when she was tender with him after his Joining. He didn't stop to think, he simply dipped his head and claimed her mouth with his own. Sabia stiffened and made a cry of protest, then bit his bottom lip. Loghain hissed, letting go of her in his shock. She took advantage of being free, and knocked him to the ground, both of them tumbling through the doorway into her bedroom.
Loghain grabbed her as she struggled, trapped in her gown, and pressed his lips to hers again, biting her lip in return, drawing blood. She stopped struggling with her gown and head-butted him in the cheek, making him see stars. He fell back, and heard a ripping sound. Sabia tackled him again, her skirts ripped, the petticoat lying on the floor, her long legs exposed. She straddled his chest and yanked at the wind braids on either side of his face. He grunted in pain as she yanked at the skin of his temples, and he moved to pull his leg up to knee her in the back. She rolled to the side, avoiding the blow, but slipped on the silk of her torn dress, sprawling on her back.
Loghain pounced on her, trying to pin her down by pressing his arms and weight against her wrists. He was confused with this anger between them- this couldn't be about the sword anymore. However, he found he was liking this struggle between the two of them as they fought for dominance. He licked the blood off his bottom lip and dipped his head quickly to bite at her shoulder. She arched her back and flailed her legs at him uselessly. Unable to hit him, she bit his shoulder in return, bringing forth a hiss and a groan from him.
Sabia had been mad. No, she'd been ANGRY at him for refusing the sword. Now, she wasn't sure what she was angry about, but she was enjoying this fight between them. She bit his shoulder. Hard. He hissed again and jerked his arm back, freeing her right arm. Her hand instantly shot upward and her nails raked into his shirt, ripping it. Another swipe had her nails digging into his flesh, raking furrows in his skin. He responded with a bite on her neck this time, trying to grab at her offending arm. Sabia aimed her glance downward, seeing if she could knee him in the groin, but when she saw that the crotch of his pants was tented, a thrill ran through her, and she decided against it. She did raise her leg and shoved her thigh between his, pressing the lean length against his swollen crotch.
Loghain moaned, pulling his mouth from her neck, looking at her glinting eyes. He felt the sticky warmth of blood and the hot throb of the scratches on his back, and saw that her nipples strained against the cloth of the remains of her gown. She stared at him challengingly, and Loghain knew she was inviting him, if he could only live through it first. He was suddenly reminded of the habits of dragons, how wyverns would have to fight female dragons into a laughable form of submission before being allowed to mate with them, and he saw no difference here. This woman, this Warden, his Commander and Teyrna, would not submit to him without a fight. It was a fight he very much wanted to win. This dragoness, this she-wolf, was his to tame and break.
He clawed at her dress, and she made one initial moan of pleasure, letting him know he'd not been mistaken about the turn this fight had taken, then she clawed at his back again, fighting him as he tore at her clothing. He scratched at her sides as he bared them, the chill air of the room raising goose flesh on her supple skin. She flailed underneath him, lifting her head to bite and claw at his chest, each infliction of pain earning a grunt from him. Between her clawing of his chest, she tore at the remains of his shirt, and it soon fell to either side of him, slightly bloody and tattered.
With her distracted, he grabbed her and flung her on the bed, leaping atop her, her dress falling to the floor as he tossed her. She was left with not much else but her shift, stockings and small clothes. He quickly made short work of them, her own hands clawing at his pants, shredding them. He was not surprised to see a dagger strapped to each of her inner thighs, and a throwing knife strapped to her ankle inside her stockings. He carefully put away the weapons on the nightstand, then went back to moving on top of her, moaning each time she clawed at his back with one hand, her other tearing off his small clothes.
Her eyes went wide in a mixture of expressions as his erection sprang free, the head swollen and angry. His eyes were fixed on her heaving breasts, darting down to the small patch of fiery red hair between her lean thighs. He dipped his head and claimed a breast in his mouth, biting the rosy peak- hard enough to cause her to yelp, but not hard enough to do damage. She reached down with a cold slender hand and cupped his heavy sack in her hand, giving him a squeeze that was just enough to make him gasp for breath and curse out loud. She laughed harshly, biting him again, and he pinned her down, snaking a hand between her thighs, earning a strangled moan as his fingers came in contact with the wet warmth that told him she was very keen on this idea.
Sabia said nothing as he slid fingers inside her, his thumb searching her folds for the small nub that would make her cry out his name when stroked. She keened like a rutting female cat as instead of rubbing that tender spot, he pinched it. She arched her back and screeched, not even caring who might hear. She briefly thought about telling him she was untouched, but she was enjoying this pain he gave her. She would enjoy that pain as well. Especially with that monster throbbing between his thighs that was pressed against her leg. She slid a hand up his broad chest and twisted his nipple, earning a groan from him, and his cock twitched against her thigh, leaving a wet smear on her skin. She hissed as he pushed his hips closer to hers, writing to keep her cunny just out of his reach. She wanted him to subdue her for it.
Loghain smirked and bit her neck just below the ear, running his nails down her side, his fingers pinching cruelly at her folds again. She screeched again, crying out his name, her eyes wrenching shut. He moved his head to claim her breast in his mouth, suckling hard and fierce, drawing more sounds from her throat. He tried pushing his hips against hers again, and she wriggled away again. Snarling, he got on his knees, flipped her over onto her belly and raked his nails down her back, pulling her rump against his hips. His penis slid between the cheeks of her arse, and he rubbed it there a few times, leaving a slick surface against her skin as he clawed her back. She moaned and her hips shook as his cock twitched again against her rump. He leaned over her and yanked her hair, pulling her head back as he bit into the back of her shoulder, drawing blood. She arched her back, pressing her hips against him as she trembled, submitting to him. He smirked in triumph. The dragoness had given in, and her wyvern would claim her.
Loghain gave a sighing moan and pressed his cock against her wet entrance, grunting as he felt it pulse against him. She pressed her hips against him further, wanting him. He took a deep breath and plunged into her. She let loose an unearthly shriek, and the scent of blood intensified as she arched her back, her body quivering and spasming around his cock. Loghain blinked in horror. Surely she hadn't been...he didn't just...
"Sabia...Maker's breath were you..."
Sabia's wail slowly faded to a moan, then to a purr as the pain of being stretched too much, too fast slowly subsided into a pleasurable throb. She ignored his question and moved against him, wanting to feel him move inside her. Loghain didn't need to be told twice, grinding his hips against her, thrusting in and out of her tight cunny. She moaned, tossing her head as he mounted her, her eyes wrenched shut. Loghain snorted like an animal, his nostrils flaring. It may have been her first time, but it had been too long for him. He was worried he was going to finish very soon, and he hoped he could give her a climax before he came. It became very apparent that Sabia, while an incredible fighter, was a completely inexperienced lover, as her body soon clamped tight around him, her back going rigid, her belly tightening, a scream of pleasure erupting from her throat in the form of his name- titles included. The sheer force of her first orgasm was more than enough for Loghain after years of minimal activity, and he was soon bellowing his own release as he collapsed against her bleeding back.
She rolled over onto her side, curling up and looking up at him with wide eyes glazed over with lust. He stroked her cheek, then moved to the wash basin to get a cloth. Wetting it, then wringing it out, he moved back to the bed and spread her legs again, cleaning her folds of blood and fluid with the cloth. She hissed slightly as he agitated her sore sex, but stayed still otherwise. He tossed the rag over his shoulder, then moved to where the packages he'd brought were sitting. He moved back to the bed and flumped onto it unceremoniously. He pushed the larger box towards her.
"That's for you," he said uncertainly.
She lifted a brow and sat up, opening the box. Her eyes went wide as the sword glittered up at her. She lifted it, her eyes raking over the strange, beautiful blue black metal that glittered in the candlelight. She turned her gaze to Loghain, speechless. He titled his head.
"It's star metal. Dryden crafted it for me out of it. The sword is called Starfang," he said.
She slid the sword back in the box, staring at it the entire time, then set the box on the dresser. Climbing back into bed, she slid her arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately. Loghain kissed her back, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest. Sabia felt her heart hitch. Finally, after so long, after so much, she had him. She was in his arms. She pulled back, her eyes looking deep into his.
"I'll wield it if you wield Maric's sword," she said softly, pressing her forehead to his. Loghain nodded, and she purred, kissing him again. Her eyes fell on the small package Morrigan had given him.
"What's that?" She asked.
"A gift from Morrigan, oddly enough," he replied, picking it up.
He opened it, and his face went blank. Sabia peered at it, looked at his expression, then fell back into the pillows laughing til she cried. She wiped the tears from her eyes, sitting up.
"Morrigan, that sneaky woman! How did she know?" she laughed. Loghain was quiet, not sure how to feel about his gift from the witch.
In the package was a bottle of wound salve.
Follow up to my "Awkward Holiday" drabble, and like the first one, this will be in my fic, just not for a while, but....I cannot resist the urge to write smut. Since I haven't posted any of my smut for you guys, here's my first offering.
Title: "Awkward First...Everything." or, "Playing Nice for Real this Time"
Rating: AO (smut, smut smut!)
Paring: Loghain/F!Cousland
Notes: Blood/fighting/violent angry sex. Loghain being a dick. (as always)
Loghain was content to let Sabia avoid him for the next day or so, but after the second day was winding into the evening and the group began exchanging gifts, he became antsy. He kept glancing at the package in his arms. Wynne had given him a stony glare, and Oghren ignored him, cradling a new bottle- most likely a gift- as though his drunken shouting hadn't ruined a conversation the day before. Sten nodded in his direction, focusing his attention back on Wynne, who was giving him a package, which turned out to be a handmade cloak sized properly for the large Qunari. Sten blinked in surprise, then offered Wynne a very rare upward curl of the corner of his mouth, making Wynne beam. Morrigan strode over to Loghain, her strange yellow eyes glinting. She clutched a package in her hands. Loghain lifted a brow.
"I have a gift for you, Loghain," she said, her eyes laughing in their odd way with her lilting voice. Loghain blinked and bit back the surprised protest that nearly escaped his throat.
"I...," he fumbled awkwardly, causing her to laugh and press the package into the crook of his free arm.
"Tis nothing, Loghain. But you are to open it later. Not here. You surely will need it later," she said, her eyes turning knowing and smug.
Loghain breathed a sigh of relief as she sauntered away to mull over a thick black tome at the far end of a table in the hall. The witch unnerved him as much as Flemeth had those many years ago in the wilds. He glanced at the assassin, who was presenting a few sheets of music to the Orlesian brat. The girl squealed and hugged the Antivan, nearly choking him before pulling back and handing him a package, which turned out to be a fine leather belt. Zevran reached out and squeezed Leliana's rump in thanks and earned a cuff to the ear, Leliana running off in a huff of laughter and feigned indigence. Loghain stifled a laugh at that, and looked for Sabia again. Shale shuffled by, cradling a rock with eyes painted on it.
"Maybe It isn't so bad, no I don't think It is," Shale mumbled.
Loghain didn't bother wondering what was going on in the golem's head. He didn't want to know. Avariel bounded up to him, a stick dangling from his mouth. His expression softened instantly, and he set his packages down on the table, took the stick from the mabari's mouth, and threw it. Avariel let out a happy frantic bark and charged after the stick like a puppy. He skittered on the stone floor, his claws scrabbling. He got the stick and brought it back to Loghain, tiny nub of a tail wagging. Loghain indulged him again with another throw, smiling as the war dog charged after his quarry again.
"I haven't seen that in a long time," said a soft voice at his elbow.
Loghain spun around to see Sabia standing behind him, wearing a gown almost identical to the one she'd worn to that holiday dinner five years ago. He blinked, thinking he'd stepped back in time for a moment, but he realized the differences. The silvery glint in her eyes that marked her as a Warden, the small lines around her mouth and brow, the commanding stance she stood in, and the pendant of blood around her neck, glinting a deep dark red just above the cleft of her breasts. She looked at him with a gentle, neutral expression, then her eyes flicked back to Avariel as he pranced back to them, the slobber covered stick in his mouth. She smiled at the dog.
"Avariel. Care to go play with Sten? I need to talk to Loghain," she said gently. Avariel barked around the mouthful of stick and trotted over to Sten, bobbing his head. Sten gave a slight smile reserved only for the war dog, then took to playing fetch with him. Sabia turned to Loghain, her eyes studying him carefully.
"Can I talk to you in my study?" She asked softly.
Loghain nodded awkwardly, picking his packages back up and following her, trying not to notice that Morrigan was staring at him with a very smug look on her face. He followed her into the study, which he noticed through the open door inside, was adjacent to her bedroom. The study was part of her suite. She motioned for him to sit, shutting the door and locking it, making him narrow his eyes. She said nothing, moving to pour him some brandy. He took the glass from her, still awkwardly holding the packages. He sighed a bit and set them down on the rug by his feet. He was quiet as she poured herself some wine, but finally spoke as she sipped it.
"Haven't seen what, Commander?" he asked, catching himself before he called her Teyrna- something she HATED. Sabia looked at him carefully.
"Your smile," she said simply, sweeping across the floor to the desk where two large packages waited. She hefted them into her arms and moved to stand close to him, putting them in his lap. Loghain blinked up at her, and she motioned for him to open them.
"The smaller one is from me. The larger is from Anora. You know she wanted to be here for the holiday but she had to make her appearance in Denerim," she said, knowing he was feeling a pang from not having his daughter near for the holiday. Loghain looked at her helplessly. Her mouth curled slowly into a smile.
"Open Anora's first," she said.
Loghain carefully tore the paper, and his heart stopped as he revealed Maric's shield- one he'd thought lost. He stared at it, unable to speak, and Sabia chuckled.
"Open mine, Loghain," she pressed.
Loghain almost didn't want to tear his eyes from the precious item his daughter had given him. Cailan must have found it and put it in the treasury. That had to be it. He reluctantly tore his eyes away and opened Sabia's gift, revealing a long box. He looked at her curiously as she settled on the floor next to his chair, folding her long legs under her skirts. He looked back at the box and opened it. His jaw dropped, and tears threatened to fill his eyes. The blade shone with blue runes, light as a feather, same as the day it was pulled from the Deep Roads.
"Maric's blade..." he whispered, his voice almost choking. He ran a finger over the blade's edge, marveling that it was still sharp. He hefted it in his hand, and felt a thrill at how it was still balanced and light. He looked back at Sabia, the light from the runes' glow highlighting her face. He set it back in the box.
"I... I can't take this, Sabia."
Sabia's face was the definition of hurt, then turned to anger. She stood up, glaring at him.
"What do you mean, you can't take it?" She asked, her tone dangerous. Loghain stood as well, towering over her.
"After what I've done? You can't possibly think I deserve this blade!" He said heatedly. Sabia huffed through clenched teeth, making fists in the green silk of her gown.
"Then who would, Loghain? No one else knew him like you did. No one else did and sacrificed for him the things that you did, Loghain!" She said in a fury. "Who else would deserve this blade? Certainly not me, the woman who slaughtered werewolves and let Tevinter escape with living people as slaves! Certainly not the woman who picked the greater evil for King because his path was easier!"
Loghain suddenly wished he were wearing his armor. He felt like Sabia had an advantage over him with her words and sharp tongue. He glared at her in frustration.
"I want this blade, Sabia. I really do. How can I justify wielding it when I've done what I have?" He asked.
"Why do you think I spared you, Loghain? Why do you think I made you a Warden? Why do you think I've been trying to talk to you, to make you feel like you belong here? Because I'm trying to help you redeem yourself!" She hissed.
Loghain reached out and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close.
"And what of you, Sabia? I left you to die, I put a bounty on your head. I sent an assassin after you. I tried to accuse you of kidnapping your best friend. How does that redeem me in YOUR eyes, Sabia?" He asked.
She tried to yank her shoulders from his grip, but he wouldn't relent. She snarled at him.
"YOU didn't send the assassin, Howe did. Howe didn't want me alive- the both of you didn't know I was alive until AFTER the men from Lothering came to tell you, AFTER Zevran was dispatched. Howe didn't want to risk losing Highever. You just listened to what he said because you were afraid of it biting you in the ass. You were afraid of the truth that I might be alive," she said hotly.
Loghain looked away from those sharp green eyes of hers.
"Oh, don't you look away from me, Loghain Mac Tir," she snapped, grabbing his chin and making him look at her. He narrowed his eyes at being handled roughly.
"Don't grab my face, Sabia," he warned, tightening his grip on her shoulders.
She responded by digging her fingertips painfully into his jaw. Loghain snatched at her hair with one hand, yanking and pulling her head back to look at him. She let out a cry, her eyes flashing as her hair was yanked, and her free hand reached up and slapped his cheek, the slap ringing through the study. He let go of her and reeled back in shock. No woman had ever hit him before aside from Rowan. She glared at him, her breast heaving with her enraged breaths.
"Don't. You EVER. Pull. My hair. AGAIN. LOGHAIN." She spat, sounding like an ally cat.
He wasn't sure what possessed him.
"If you act like a tavern wench instead of a Commander, I'll treat you like one," he replied, glowering.
She made an angry snarl and moved at him, reaching out to slap him again. He caught her wrist, glaring at her, catching the other one as she swung at him in blind rage. He held her by her wrists, looking at her with glinting eyes. She hissed at him and- Maker's breath, she was actually trying to bite him! He pulled her hands to her sides, then wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms down, and pulling her against him.
"Maker's breath, Sabia, what is wrong with you?" he asked. She struggled in his arms, hissing at him.
"I worked so fucking hard to hide that blade from you at Ostagar, I had it polished, I lugged it around, keeping it hidden, and you won't take it. You're a heartless bastard!" She cried, trying to wrench herself from his arms. Tears actually trickled down her cheeks. He wasn't sure why, but those tears sparked anger in him.
"No, you're not going to cry and make me instantly feel guilty and take the sword, Sabia!" He snapped.
He pulled her as tight as he could and forced her chin up to look at him. He was going to say something abrasive, but he paused as he saw the anger and passion in her eyes. She glared at him defiantly, enraged that he would take her, his Commander, into a hold like this. He paused. He'd never been more attracted to her in this moment of raw anger than he had when she was tender with him after his Joining. He didn't stop to think, he simply dipped his head and claimed her mouth with his own. Sabia stiffened and made a cry of protest, then bit his bottom lip. Loghain hissed, letting go of her in his shock. She took advantage of being free, and knocked him to the ground, both of them tumbling through the doorway into her bedroom.
Loghain grabbed her as she struggled, trapped in her gown, and pressed his lips to hers again, biting her lip in return, drawing blood. She stopped struggling with her gown and head-butted him in the cheek, making him see stars. He fell back, and heard a ripping sound. Sabia tackled him again, her skirts ripped, the petticoat lying on the floor, her long legs exposed. She straddled his chest and yanked at the wind braids on either side of his face. He grunted in pain as she yanked at the skin of his temples, and he moved to pull his leg up to knee her in the back. She rolled to the side, avoiding the blow, but slipped on the silk of her torn dress, sprawling on her back.
Loghain pounced on her, trying to pin her down by pressing his arms and weight against her wrists. He was confused with this anger between them- this couldn't be about the sword anymore. However, he found he was liking this struggle between the two of them as they fought for dominance. He licked the blood off his bottom lip and dipped his head quickly to bite at her shoulder. She arched her back and flailed her legs at him uselessly. Unable to hit him, she bit his shoulder in return, bringing forth a hiss and a groan from him.
Sabia had been mad. No, she'd been ANGRY at him for refusing the sword. Now, she wasn't sure what she was angry about, but she was enjoying this fight between them. She bit his shoulder. Hard. He hissed again and jerked his arm back, freeing her right arm. Her hand instantly shot upward and her nails raked into his shirt, ripping it. Another swipe had her nails digging into his flesh, raking furrows in his skin. He responded with a bite on her neck this time, trying to grab at her offending arm. Sabia aimed her glance downward, seeing if she could knee him in the groin, but when she saw that the crotch of his pants was tented, a thrill ran through her, and she decided against it. She did raise her leg and shoved her thigh between his, pressing the lean length against his swollen crotch.
Loghain moaned, pulling his mouth from her neck, looking at her glinting eyes. He felt the sticky warmth of blood and the hot throb of the scratches on his back, and saw that her nipples strained against the cloth of the remains of her gown. She stared at him challengingly, and Loghain knew she was inviting him, if he could only live through it first. He was suddenly reminded of the habits of dragons, how wyverns would have to fight female dragons into a laughable form of submission before being allowed to mate with them, and he saw no difference here. This woman, this Warden, his Commander and Teyrna, would not submit to him without a fight. It was a fight he very much wanted to win. This dragoness, this she-wolf, was his to tame and break.
He clawed at her dress, and she made one initial moan of pleasure, letting him know he'd not been mistaken about the turn this fight had taken, then she clawed at his back again, fighting him as he tore at her clothing. He scratched at her sides as he bared them, the chill air of the room raising goose flesh on her supple skin. She flailed underneath him, lifting her head to bite and claw at his chest, each infliction of pain earning a grunt from him. Between her clawing of his chest, she tore at the remains of his shirt, and it soon fell to either side of him, slightly bloody and tattered.
With her distracted, he grabbed her and flung her on the bed, leaping atop her, her dress falling to the floor as he tossed her. She was left with not much else but her shift, stockings and small clothes. He quickly made short work of them, her own hands clawing at his pants, shredding them. He was not surprised to see a dagger strapped to each of her inner thighs, and a throwing knife strapped to her ankle inside her stockings. He carefully put away the weapons on the nightstand, then went back to moving on top of her, moaning each time she clawed at his back with one hand, her other tearing off his small clothes.
Her eyes went wide in a mixture of expressions as his erection sprang free, the head swollen and angry. His eyes were fixed on her heaving breasts, darting down to the small patch of fiery red hair between her lean thighs. He dipped his head and claimed a breast in his mouth, biting the rosy peak- hard enough to cause her to yelp, but not hard enough to do damage. She reached down with a cold slender hand and cupped his heavy sack in her hand, giving him a squeeze that was just enough to make him gasp for breath and curse out loud. She laughed harshly, biting him again, and he pinned her down, snaking a hand between her thighs, earning a strangled moan as his fingers came in contact with the wet warmth that told him she was very keen on this idea.
Sabia said nothing as he slid fingers inside her, his thumb searching her folds for the small nub that would make her cry out his name when stroked. She keened like a rutting female cat as instead of rubbing that tender spot, he pinched it. She arched her back and screeched, not even caring who might hear. She briefly thought about telling him she was untouched, but she was enjoying this pain he gave her. She would enjoy that pain as well. Especially with that monster throbbing between his thighs that was pressed against her leg. She slid a hand up his broad chest and twisted his nipple, earning a groan from him, and his cock twitched against her thigh, leaving a wet smear on her skin. She hissed as he pushed his hips closer to hers, writing to keep her cunny just out of his reach. She wanted him to subdue her for it.
Loghain smirked and bit her neck just below the ear, running his nails down her side, his fingers pinching cruelly at her folds again. She screeched again, crying out his name, her eyes wrenching shut. He moved his head to claim her breast in his mouth, suckling hard and fierce, drawing more sounds from her throat. He tried pushing his hips against hers again, and she wriggled away again. Snarling, he got on his knees, flipped her over onto her belly and raked his nails down her back, pulling her rump against his hips. His penis slid between the cheeks of her arse, and he rubbed it there a few times, leaving a slick surface against her skin as he clawed her back. She moaned and her hips shook as his cock twitched again against her rump. He leaned over her and yanked her hair, pulling her head back as he bit into the back of her shoulder, drawing blood. She arched her back, pressing her hips against him as she trembled, submitting to him. He smirked in triumph. The dragoness had given in, and her wyvern would claim her.
Loghain gave a sighing moan and pressed his cock against her wet entrance, grunting as he felt it pulse against him. She pressed her hips against him further, wanting him. He took a deep breath and plunged into her. She let loose an unearthly shriek, and the scent of blood intensified as she arched her back, her body quivering and spasming around his cock. Loghain blinked in horror. Surely she hadn't been...he didn't just...
"Sabia...Maker's breath were you..."
Sabia's wail slowly faded to a moan, then to a purr as the pain of being stretched too much, too fast slowly subsided into a pleasurable throb. She ignored his question and moved against him, wanting to feel him move inside her. Loghain didn't need to be told twice, grinding his hips against her, thrusting in and out of her tight cunny. She moaned, tossing her head as he mounted her, her eyes wrenched shut. Loghain snorted like an animal, his nostrils flaring. It may have been her first time, but it had been too long for him. He was worried he was going to finish very soon, and he hoped he could give her a climax before he came. It became very apparent that Sabia, while an incredible fighter, was a completely inexperienced lover, as her body soon clamped tight around him, her back going rigid, her belly tightening, a scream of pleasure erupting from her throat in the form of his name- titles included. The sheer force of her first orgasm was more than enough for Loghain after years of minimal activity, and he was soon bellowing his own release as he collapsed against her bleeding back.
She rolled over onto her side, curling up and looking up at him with wide eyes glazed over with lust. He stroked her cheek, then moved to the wash basin to get a cloth. Wetting it, then wringing it out, he moved back to the bed and spread her legs again, cleaning her folds of blood and fluid with the cloth. She hissed slightly as he agitated her sore sex, but stayed still otherwise. He tossed the rag over his shoulder, then moved to where the packages he'd brought were sitting. He moved back to the bed and flumped onto it unceremoniously. He pushed the larger box towards her.
"That's for you," he said uncertainly.
She lifted a brow and sat up, opening the box. Her eyes went wide as the sword glittered up at her. She lifted it, her eyes raking over the strange, beautiful blue black metal that glittered in the candlelight. She turned her gaze to Loghain, speechless. He titled his head.
"It's star metal. Dryden crafted it for me out of it. The sword is called Starfang," he said.
She slid the sword back in the box, staring at it the entire time, then set the box on the dresser. Climbing back into bed, she slid her arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately. Loghain kissed her back, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest. Sabia felt her heart hitch. Finally, after so long, after so much, she had him. She was in his arms. She pulled back, her eyes looking deep into his.
"I'll wield it if you wield Maric's sword," she said softly, pressing her forehead to his. Loghain nodded, and she purred, kissing him again. Her eyes fell on the small package Morrigan had given him.
"What's that?" She asked.
"A gift from Morrigan, oddly enough," he replied, picking it up.
He opened it, and his face went blank. Sabia peered at it, looked at his expression, then fell back into the pillows laughing til she cried. She wiped the tears from her eyes, sitting up.
"Morrigan, that sneaky woman! How did she know?" she laughed. Loghain was quiet, not sure how to feel about his gift from the witch.
In the package was a bottle of wound salve.
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