My bed in this small hut in the wilds was not exactly what you'd call comfy, though it was mostly what I was used to. I had taken the upper bed, of course, and now I was just tossing about, waiting for sleep and tempted to get carried away in thoughts that would definitely classify as "adult content". I would have to be careful not to get too carried away, though; the privacy here was scarce, and I wasn't interested in letting others know what was on my mind at the time. Well, except maybe one rather exquisite individual... The mere thought of the beautiful 'witch', as Alisteir would call her, brought a smile on my face. From the first time that we met her in these woods, I had definitely noted she was something I'd like to get a closer look at - a tall, strong woman, with a beautiful face and an outfit that allowed me the luxury of knowing she had a figure worth killing for. Though her tallness, compared to me, came easily since she was not an elf like me, but still she was about five inches taller than me and I liked that in a woman. And she was also a talented mage, not to mention her sharp intelligence, knowledge of the world beyond what she had seen with her own eyes here in the wilds, and of course the wry and dry irony that was her sense of humor, which I found perhaps the sexiest trait she possessed. I hadn't actually ever expected to fall in love with a human, well, at least not for anything else than one's physical abilities - yes, tall and strong was definitely what I'd look for in a partner - but here I was, completely in love with this 'Witch of the Wilds', Morrigan.
I heard someone move in he room, but my eyes stayed closed, I was trying to pretend I was asleep. That someone came to my bed, and for a while I was afraid I'd be woken up, distracted away from my pleasant thoughts. But, instead of waking me, the person in question gently touched my cheek, stroking it. This soft hand was not Alistair's, which only left one option of whose it was, but that was not possible, right? "I must be sleeping, dreaming already," I thought. But despite the unlikeliness of this happening, I was not dreaming. The hand was soon followed by warm, soft lips, planting a light kiss on the corner of my mouth. Such a soft touch! I was just unable to contain myself any longer, so I turned my head just a bit, to kiss those lips so conveniently there.
She froze, realizing she had been caught and that I was not in fact sleeping. When she withdrew, I opened my eyes and smiled at her.
"Would you please do that again?" I whispered.
"What? Do what again?" she asked, just as quietly, utterly puzzled by this turn of events.
"Kiss me," I said. "Please kiss me again, Morrigan."
"Oh, I-- I didn't--" she stammered, and of all things, I found her confusion cute. I gave a chuckle.
"Oh, that's right, indeed you didn't. I did."
Her eyes were fixed on me as she was standing beside my bed. I stroked her cheek with my hand, my smile growing just a bit wider. Putting my hand behind her neck, I lifted my head a bit to claim her lips again, this time in a 'proper' kiss. But as the neck gets tired of that position quite easily, after a few seconds I lowered my head again, pulling her down with me. I must say she recovered from her confusion quickly, welcoming this surprising twist of events, kissing me back with so much passion I half feared I'd burst out in flames. And though kissing her was, to put it lightly, very nice, there were also other parts of my body that desperately yearned for attention now. My whole body, actually; I craved to feel her weight on me, I wanted her to overpower me and claim me as hers.
It appeared that she read my mind, for after a moment she climbed onto the bed, a little roughly taking her place between my thighs by forcing them apart, placing her strong hands on both sides of my head to hold her body up. My response to this was a sharp intake of breath, my mouth wide open actually, and a shiver that went thought my entire body and made me quiver underneath her. She seemed to be pleased of the effect she caused.
"I want you," I voiced out aloud, before I even knew I was going to speak.
"So I can see," she smirked. "A little frisky, are we, huh?" she added.
"Oh, you bet your boots I am. Who wouldn't be, underneath such a sexy thing as you?"
"Quite a flatterer, too," she said.
"I'm not flattering," I argued. "I'm just speaking my mind."
To that, she had no clever line to shoot back, so instead she claimed my lips again. Then, she moved on to my neck, and though she was rough enough to bruise me it felt incredibly good. It also added to the pleasure that I was completely under her now, I couldn't have escaped even if I had the desire to.
She swiftly removed the thin garment veiling my breasts so she could give her attention to them, attention that was more than welcome. And though she had been a bit on the rough side with my neck, now she was just gentle, inflicting only pleasure. Either she had been reading my thoughts for real, or then she just happened to sense what would work for me and what would not. Either way, I was practically in heaven. She took he sweet time kissig, licking, fondling and sucking both of them respectively, so much time in fact that in the end I was softly whimpering in anticipation, quivering wherever she might touch me. And she took full advantage of my condition, sliding her fingertips on my body, along my sides and on the underside of my breasts, everywhere and anywhere. And when those woderful fingers were tracing a path on my inner thigh, up to a destination where they were not only wanted but downright needed at this rate, I realised I was so wet my panties were probably ruined. Not that it mattered at all at the time.
She planted a kiss on my lower stomach, then continued down, still not taking my pants off. A kiss on my inner thigh followed, and then, a mesmerizingly soft kiss through the fabric of the panties, right where I wanted her touch but preferably without any garments in between. My wish was granted, though, as she finally removed the soaking wet panties. Her fingers then lingered on the skin of my ankle, slowly drawing patterns, then up my leg again. She sighed,
"Such a small, delicate build..."
I might have said I was not so fragile as I might look, had I been in my normal state. But under her attentions, I had lost my ability to speak somewhere along the way.
She returned her weight on top of me, now pushing her body between my thighs and kissing me forcefully once more. My hips buckled against her, making it evident I was desperately in need of something, something she was surely about to give me. I already regretted having to choose between her weight on me and her attentions...downstairs..., but she managed to surprise me. Leaving only one arm to secure her weight so that she wouldn't just crush me underneath, she reached down with the other hand, carefully stroking at first. As she slid between the folds, I held back a gasp, so wonderfully balanced her touch was; just hard enough to bring me pleasure, but not unpleasantly surprising as the first touch usually was. And at the same time as her fingers found my clit, her teeth nibbled on my neck. This in particular drove me wild, for the small pain in the pleasure reminded me of her strenght as well as the fact that she could be dangerous. And I was drawn to that danger more than I had ever been drawn to anything in my life.
"Do you like it?" she breathed in my ear, and I thought I would come right then.
