Say my name like a scripture (Keep my heart beating like a drum)

[toguide]

Skyhold is a quiet, an expectation at this hour, when Liaran approaches it, a lone figure with little more than the pack on his back and the staff in his hand. He needs little more in truth, the Dalish are all used to a hard life and more would only make the trek harder, many miles from the Free Marchers to the Orlesian boarder, all on foot. Halla are sacred, too much to be risked and horses cost coin he doesn't have. Feet are free and they have carried him well enough for the majority of this journey, even if it has taken many months.

But many months had already passed before he had even set out. In truth Liaran had not fully agreed with Istimaethoriel's plan to send Isetriel to this meeting of the humans. She was still a touch too reckless, stubborn as an ox and her tongue could still be biting. It would be better to send him, he had argued, but Istimaethoriel had only shook her head, her own voice as stubborn as it was soft. No, it was a test, to see if Isetriel was truly ready. To see if she would remain with the clan, or if she would be better leaving, seeking her own fortune.

It had been one of the few times Liaran had raised his voice.

But in the end it had mattered little. Isetriel had gone, and he had stayed and Isetriel had been dragged into this mess of human making. Lifted aloft with the title of Herald to their goddess, as if that wasn't a noose. He recalls staring at each mark of her letter home, the words an attempt to reassure, trying to find what was hidden. He knew Isetriel, better than anyone else. Was one of the few she had opened up to, and he knew, even if her words didn't say it, she was scared. Terrified, probably and that was enough to make his decision. Istimaethoriel could accept it, or she could learn to understand it, but he wasn't staying here, waiting for more news. He would go, see how she was at the very least.

Now, standing at the gates to this ancient keep her wonders if he should have sent a letter. Maybe, he thinks as he gives his name to the guard, makes his request. "I'm here to see the Inquisitor," he says, the title strange on his tongue. Here to see Isetriel, but no that is her name, a name he isn't sure she's shared with these shems and he won't give it till he's sure. And they march him up the stairs to wait in this great hall as they fetch her, it's late, she'll probably be sleeping they say and he has a moment of regret but no. It's worth waking her and Liaran nods, taking a seat on the stairs before this ridiculous throne. It's fine. He'll wait.

He'll always wait.

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His hand returns to her hip, gentle as he holds her down. After all there are still some small ways to try and influence a measure of control in all of this, even with how easily he knows he bends to her whims. He can't help it in truth, not now that he's had a taste of her and it's hard to hold onto the thought of her duties, of all that she must do, and he must do all he can to help her with those.

"Be merciful then," He snorts softly, shifting so he lays next to her and slowly Liaran begins to kiss down her throat. Taking his time, each kiss soft and slow and his thumb rubs circles against her hip, one leg covering one of her own to trap her against the mattress. "I have heard much of the Inquisitor's mercy, will she not grant me some?"

[athim]

Oh, never has she thought of utilizing her title in such a light. Isetriel shivers at his plea, neck craning as his lips pepper it in kisses. Her lips part, body still arched beneath him, hips rolling onto his touch. Already she is certain of how wet she is, hot and eager between her legs. It has certainly sparked an idea she will be sure to share with him later, of the image she visualizes with him devouring her while she sits upon her throne.

"Mmm, I might be inclined to provide such a favor... If you present your case just ri--Ah."

Isetriel wriggles underneath him in anticipation, far too impatient to wait yet again. Now that she's had it once, she needs more.

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The flicker of a smirk forms on his lips even as he presses a kiss to the swell of one breast. His laughter he swallows, as he kisses down and down and then his tongue is swiping across one stiffened nipple, quick and fleeting and he knows she'll want more, won't be satisfied with just that.

So he gives her more, lips closing around the little peak and Liaran sucks gently on it, flicking his tongue across her again. Creators she tastes good, and he hums, content to just suckle at her at his own pace, knowing that nothing will frustrate her more. It's a benefit really, of how tightly he can control himself, making it easy to ignore the twitch of his cock as it starts to harden.

It's with a soft wet pop that he lets her nipple free, slow as he starts to kiss across her breast to the other, to repeat himself. "So kind," he mumbles into the hollow between her breasts, and softly he laughs, glancing up at her. "So reasonable."

[athim]

If this is his way of retaliation, to take things agonizingly slow when she so clearly wants him? She has to say, she's impressed. Even as frustratingly slow his gestures are, she gasps the instant his lips suckle on her breast. The pressure and satisfying sting stealing a hiss from gritting teeth. Already, she can feel wetness pool between her legs, causing a slide when she shifts underneath him.

Isetriel moans when his face comes between her breasts, and she rolls into him, inhaling to puff her chest in hopes of feeling more.

"Have I-- Nn... Have I already corrupted you? I never pictured you so devious."

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His laughter is a quiet huff, Liaran feeling her squirm against him, his weight easily keeping her half pinned to the bed. Now though he slides hid hand up, catching one of her hands to trap it, to try and keep her from getting any sort of idea as his teeth nip gently at her breast.

"Didn't you?" A small smile and he soothes the bite with his tongue, gentle as he runs it over the mark. "You never were the best at paying attention sometimes."

Because he's always been like this. Always dreamt of the ways he would worship her body if he ever could. All the ways to bring her to pleasure, again and again and he leans a little more, his hum soft as his lips close around her nipple and he sucks, slow but firm, eyes closed so he can just listen to her.

[athim]

"I... I stand corrected," Isetriel stutters, breathing heavily through her words.

Already, she's trembling like a leaf, visibly stunned by his performance. She can't help but whine when he pins her hands down, when his teeth and tongue ravish her and bite to the point of bringing a gratifying sting. His tongue is hot, wet, and a stark contrast of gentleness that his teeth certainly don't provide. Isetriel takes a deep breath, lips parted as she moans yet again, unable to truly speak clearly.

"Sathan, if you wish to punish me, do so quickly."

[toguide]

He has some mercy, shifting enough so that his thigh presses between her own, giving her something at least to push up against. To see some friction from and his cock is half hard now and getting harder, tenting against his towel as he settles his weight on her. Enough to pin her but not to squish her as he lavishes attention to her breasts, switching between the two now as licks and sucks and the skin, nipping gently here and there and letting red marks bloom against her skin.

"Patience," he says, and his lips curl in a rare smirk because oh no he hadn't missed her reaction before. "Inquisitor."

"It's my case to make, is it not?" And there's a particular spot on the curve under her breast that he wants to kiss, to lick, a wet stripe of his tongue before Liaran pulls up a little. Gathering his magic he breathes out a slow, steady stream and he can taste the ice on his tongue, knows what a bite his breath will have especially to the spot he's just licked.

[athim]

Creators, how long has he been preparing for such an opportunity? It's like night and day from what she had experienced in the bath. The way his voice rumbles against her body, tremors that she feels to her very core... His mouth. Isetriel wriggles against him when she feels his knee press against her sex, where he can surely feel how wet she is the instant she rubs against him. Her folds are incredibly soaked and swollen, filled with want and the remnants of his seed. What she would give for him to fuck her senselessly and come inside of her again...

He takes her nipple again in his mouth, biting hard where she is certain skin has broken. Isetriel's mouth falls open in a cry that is choked on, her neck craning back as he calls for her in such a manner. The way he addresses her is incredibly lewd, sexy, and oh she knows being called Inquisitor will never sound the same after this.

"I-I just, I had not--"

The cold of his tongue is biting, almost painful but deliciously so. Never has she been this speechless, and the way he uses his magic in such a manner shocks her beyond belief. Of course, she had fantasies before, but never acted upon them.

Isetriel's hands wriggle underneath his grasp, desperate to be released and to feel release. But this torturing pace is just as gratifying.

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"Mmm?" He hums softly, bending his head to run his tongue over the skin he's just cooled and his mouth is warm again, knows that the temperature change will play havoc on her senses. After all, he is a private man, but he had his chances years ago, with other, safer people. Chances where he had learnt tricks, and he's never forgotten any of them. "What was that Ise? Use your words."

But finally he moves on, moves down, planting kisses on her ribs. Her stomach concaves under his mouth and he kisses every inch there too, his hands finally releasing hers just so that he can touch more of her. On his knees, back bent and Creators that will probably ache tomorrow but it's worth it to hold her hips in place as he kisses them, mournful that he has to move his knee down to so. She had been so slick and warm against his thigh, his own towel slipped and gone and he can feel his cock hard against his belly as he settles again between her thighs, nudging his shoulders under them to keep her legs spread for him.

"You usually have such a clever tongue..." he breathes his words against her core and Creators he can see what must be his seed, leaking out of her, the sight enough to make him shudder. His own hips press down against the bed as he swallows, and he's being cruel he knows as he turns his head, presses a kiss to her inner thigh instead of where she wants it most. "What happened to it?"

[athim]

There is a brief moment she feels his cock hard and persistent against her belly, and she writhes at the thought. Ohhh, what she would give to get on her knees and devour his cock whole, to suck him dry until he cries out. That beautiful voice that she's desired to hear call out to her in such a way. It's just as gratifying when he speaks to her with such a devious tone.

Isetriel grunts, nose wrinkling when he points out her falling short on smart remarks. It's a bit difficult when he destroys her so slowly, when she knows how hard he is and how wet she is. Liaran releases her hands, but she keeps them above her head, reaching out to grip at the pillows and tug. As if that will release some of the tension, which seems to only come to a boil the instant his breath caresses her sex.

"Oooh, just you... Just you wait, Liaran." Her voice is rough, raspy in her frustration. Though it is an empty threat when she is at his mercy.

"Were I not so easily... Distracted, I could-- Fenedhis, don't make me beg!"

[toguide]

Creators nothing could be hotter than her, clutching at the sheets, hips straining up against his hands as she cries out. She could snatch control back if she truly wanted, twist fingers in his hair and yank him where she wants him. But she doesn't, she trusts him, knows he'll make it worth all of this if she just lets him. Fenedhis, she's beautiful, and he hums, eyes closing at how her voice cracks.

It's cruel to make her wait at all, crueler to wait until she speaks to press his tongue against her but really she hasn't been playing fair either. It just makes it better in it's on way, to silence her with just the press of his tongue, to hear her cry out as he slides it up over slick swollen flesh and creators he can taste her, can taste himself and Liaran moans softly, cheeks flushing as he presses his mouth flush against her.

Slowly his hands shift, sliding from holding her down to slip under her and cradle her ass between them. Now he lets her arch against him, lets his tongue work her open without any further hesitation. Now she's free to take all the pleasures she wishes to take from him. Whatever she wants he will give and Liaran works his mouth up, lips pressing gently around her clit as he flicks his tongue over the nub and he manages to half open his eyes, gaze flicking up to watch her.