All Tied Up

Written By: Sylva

 

 

Kallian slowly opens her eyes as she claws her way to consciousness. She is lying on her back, she is warm, and can hear birdsong. All she can see is blackness. A blindfold? Her thoughts scramble madly as she tries to recall what she had been doing before she blacked out. Sleeping… Her mind was refusing to cooperate. It is a struggle for her to even want to move.

 

She is covered by a blanket. A great lethargy had come over her. She feels as if her hands are partially numb, and tries to move them, to wake them up. Her eyes widen under the blindfold when she discovers that she cannot move them. They have been secured over her head. She attempts to move her legs, and find that they too, have been tied wide apart. Her tongue fumbles as she tries to speak, “What…” At least she isn’t gagged.

 

“Ah, she awakens at long last.” Zevran! “Truthfully, I did not expect you to be out for quite so long. It is fortunate that we had planned to be camped here for a couple of days.” His fingers trail over her lips. “I have been planning this for a while, you know. But it is so difficult to get you alone… away from that overly watchful Templar.” His hand dances over her body, on top of the blanket, for now. He feels it as she shudders at the caress. “Yes, I have planned quite a day for you, my dear.” His hand brushes her cheek tenderly. “This has waited over-long as is.” He punctuates his words by tweaking her nipples through the blanket.

 

She moans softly at the stimulation, which is igniting a fire in her loins. “Why?” She still has trouble linking thoughts together coherently, much less speaking.

 

“Because, my dear, it was inevitable.” His hand dances over the blanket again. “I have seen how you run from his lingering glances. I hear you in your tent, by yourself, while I am on watch.” His hand cups her sex, still through the blanket, and her hips buck before she can stop herself. “Mmmm, and I can see that you do not want me in the least, my sweet.” He chuckles. “Hmmm…” He taps his fingers where they rest, as though thinking. She squirms. “The only question is what to do first.” He grinds his fingers more insistently, causing her to pant. “You have given me so many different ideas… Ah! I know.” His fingers leave her, and she is left trembling with their absence.

 

She can hear him rummaging. In his pack? The sounds give no answers. He returns to her side. “Now, we are going to play a little game.” He whisks the blanket off of her. She suddenly feels the light breeze upon her, and realizes that she is stark naked. She gasps at his audacity. “Surely, you are not surprised, my dear? Considering that I drugged you, pulled you out of your tent, and tied you down.” His fingers dance down her body again.

 

“As I said, we are going to play a little game. You are going to try to string more than five words together, and I am going to prevent you from doing so.” Cheeky bastard! There is a grimace on her face, and her jaw is grinding, a sure sign that she is angry. “I do so love to rile you up, my dear. How about this? If you can string more than five words together, say, by midday? I will leave you alone for a week. If you don’t, we will play every evening for a week. Am I not benevolent?”

 

“Here, smell this, my dear.” A lovely scent wafts past her nose.

 

“What…?”

 

“It’s a special Antivan oil. It is used to enhance …the act. I think you will enjoy this.” His fingers blaze a trail across her lips, and then travel behind her dainty pointed ears, down to the pulse point in her neck. His fingers leave her for a moment. They return to her nipples, the abdominal muscles near her hips. She feels a fiery tingling follow his touches, and starts to squirm. “That’s it, my dear, dance for me.” He places more oil behind her knees, at her ankles, and then he adds the oil to her inner elbows and wrists. His fingers move away again. Her body tries to follow his touch, and she moans when she can’t.

 

Zevran’s hand returns to her, slick with the oil. He wipes the oil down the sweet folds between her legs. “You are keeping quiet admirably, but I recall the game is for you to attempt to speak.” He captures her clit in between his fingers and massages the oil in well, drawing a series of shuddering gasps from her. Her hips buck against his hand again.

 

“Ah well, who am I to deny such a compelling argument?” He slides an oil slicked finger inside her.

 

“Aaaaah..!” Her back arches as the oil does its work. He slides another finger inside her, and begins working them in and out. She starts thrashing as he rubs her clit with his thumb. He moves his hand faster, and rolls one of her nipples with the fingers of his free hand. He feels her muscles clamp down on him as she reaches her first peak, but he doesn’t even pause to let her catch her breath. “Z…Ze….Zevraaaan!”

 

“Mmmm…” He murmurs against her thigh. “This is just the beginning, my dear. I want you to sing for me.” When he brings his mouth down and laves her that sensitive spot with his tongue, he brings her over the edge again. She cries out, heedless of anything except the pleasure he was inducing in her. He stops with his fingers inside her, and flicks her clit repeatedly with his tongue. Each one brings a moan to her lips. “Good girl.” She trembles as he withdraws his fingers and pats her sex lightly.

 

“On to the next step, then.”

 

“Hmnggh…?” She tries to catch her breath. The light wind caresses her body, inflaming and enhancing the oils that still cause her to thrum like a well played instrument. Oh, Maker! Zevran returns and kneels, straddling one of her legs. His knee presses enticingly into her crotch. She squirms to get more friction.

 

He laughs. “Well, now, my dear. We are going to do something a little different.” He slides his hands up her sides, and thumbs her nipples. “I think you will like this part, too. I got these little …enchanting… pieces of jewelry the last time I was in Antiva.” Kallian can just picture his infuriating smile. She struggles futilely against her bonds. He takes her left nipple in his fingers, and attaches something light to it. When he releases it, it starts to spread tingles which shoot straight to her groin. She cries out from the intensity of the feeling. “Well, if you like that, you’ll really like the other two…” Two? Oh, Maker! He takes her right nipple and attaches another one. A delicious tingle threads its way down her body to join the other. She starts panting, she can’t help it. He chuckles softly as her back arches.

 

“The best part about these little beasties, my dear, is they are enchanted so that they won’t actually take you over the edge.” A look of outrage crosses her face and he laughs softly again. “Just how close are you, Kallian? Do you want to come?” He trails his fingers down her abdomen, hovering just over her mass of curls. He strokes them softly. Her hips try to grind against him, but he gives her no friction to find release from.

 

“P… pl… please… Zevran!” Her whole body arches as the two pieces of jewelry work their magic on her. Her body is shuddering from wanting to release again. He leans over and kisses her, his tongue plunging into her mouth. He pulls away with a smile on his lips.

 

“Are you ready, my dear?” All she can do is make small mewling noises in the back of her throat. Very carefully, so as not to give her the stimulation she needs, he pulls the hood away from clit, and slides the last piece of jewelry in place. “There we go!” She lets out a keening wail that tells him the last piece is doing exactly what it is supposed to. He strokes his cock idly as he watches her for a few moments longer.

 

“No… fair…” she pants and struggles futilely against the very secure bonds. He smiles and lightly traces a finger maddeningly down her upper thigh.

 

“You, lover, have been very bad, of late.” What? Zevran’s eyes rove her body, drinking in the slight movements of her bound form is allowed. He continues, “Hmm… you, lover, have been avoiding me. You need to be punished.” He brings the flat of his hand down firmly on her sex. All of her breath leaves her in the shock of the blow to her most intimate parts.

 

“ZEVRAN!” She peaks immediately from the single strike.

 

He randomly switches between teasing her and spanking her with one hand until her blindfold is damp and she is breathing raggedly. With his other hand, he tweaks her nipples; first one, then the other. Maddeningly, he stops, and she sobs from the intensity. He slowly sinks two fingers into her. Her hips rise to meet his hand. She shudders and her hips twitch.

 

“You are so wet, lover, and there are still so many hours in the day.” He brings the fingers to his mouth, tasting of her wetness. “You taste so good.” He leans over and kisses her deeply, and she can taste her own juices on his tongue. He leaves her, then, and she is left with the tingling caresses of the sun kissed wind on the oil and jewelry.

 

“I… don’t…” He watches as she tries to order her thoughts. “…think…. I…” She doesn’t get any further. He lowers himself between her legs, and stops, poised at her wet entrance.

 

“Do you want me Kallian?” He smiles as she tries to grind down on him. He rubs his cock up and down her slit. She shudders again.

 

“Yes! Please, Maker!”

 

“Not yet, I think.” He pulls away.

 

“Arrrrrrrrh!” She screams in thwarted frustration and thrashes in her bonds. Her breath hitches as she feels something cool and metallic resting where Zevran had been but a moment before. “Whaaat…?”

 

He just knows the rest of the party would be scandalized, with the possible exception of Leliana, if they had any idea of where the faulty golem control rod had ended up. He pushes it inside her with agonizing slowness. She has never had anything so unyielding within her. She moans and shivers; the cool metal is a stunning difference from the soothing warmth of the day.

 

Zevran withdraws the smooth rod fully, and then pauses, slowly rotating it with the end balanced just touching her moist lips. He reaches over to the Antivan oil vial, and dips just the tip of his other index finger in the mixture. He touches that fingertip to her now overly sensitive nub, and begins to massage the oil in firmly, the jewelry piece remaining stubbornly and firmly in place. At the same time, he slowly thrusts the rod back inside her. She cries out in shock as another orgasm rocks her, a sobbing cry that turns into a low continuous moan as he doesn’t let her body recover, but forces her to peak again and again.

 

He removes the rod, and his fingers from her. “I sincerely doubt that the Maker has anything to do with what you are feeling now, my dear.” She is twitching from the over-stimulation, the jewelry keeping her just on this side of orgasm. He lies down between her legs, and rests his lips just over her desperate wetness. He can feel her trembling, and smell the sweet tang of her. “Hmmm…” Her tongue licks her lips, returning moisture to where they had long since gone dry. His lips hover over her damp curls, “It is almost noon, lover, do you have anything to say?”

 

Shuddering, she tries to catch her breath. She is panting, long since exhausted, and she still is trembling for his touch. “…you win…,” she moans under her breath. He flicks her clit expertly with his tongue.

 

“Hmm…,” he hums against the jewelry, “I’m not sure I heard you right, my dear. Could you repeat that please?” he flicks her clit again several times in a row. She shatters again.

 

“Zevran!” she cries, her breath coming in great sobs. “You… win!” He stops his tongue, leaving it still touching her. He plunges his tongue further down, tasting deeply of her wetness.

 

“Mmmm…” He runs his tongue up and down. She lets out a wordless mewl of despair. “Are you sure, lover?” he whispers.

 

She takes a deep breath and moans, “Yes, Zevran! Yes!”

 

“Very well, my dear.” He kisses his way up her torso, and spends some time loving each of her breasts. “I accept your surrender.” He raises his head and kisses her, conquering her mouth with the swirling of his tongue and the bruising pressure of his lips. He positions himself on top of her, and then pauses. She struggles to move closer to him. He reaches over to the infamous vial and trickles some of the oil onto his already hard cock. He repositions himself, and then removes her blindfold.

She gasps at the bright sunlight. “Look at me, Kallian.” She blinks away sun blinded tears and stares into his lust darkened eyes. He captures her eyes with his own, and thrusts into her as deep as he can go. Then he stops. Her eyes dilate and she shudders deliciously around him. Still joined, he takes a knife and cuts her legs free. She raises her hips, letting him sink just a little bit deeper. He moans at the feeling of her, wet and yielding, around him. She wraps her legs around him.

 

He balances on his hands above her, and then begins thrusting into her at a punishing pace. His breathing is steady, and she orgasms around him, clenching down on his cock with devastating sweetness. He gasps her name, “Kallian!” but then grits his teeth, weathering his orgasm with a short pause and a slight quiver and then he keeps right on going.

 

His thrusts get faster and harder, and he takes her over the edge again, only this time, he takes her mouth, and breathes in her cries until she has no breath left, and her whole world narrows down to them, and her body continues to spasm around him. Their bodies are joined, and she becomes dizzy from lack of air. He returns her breath to her, scented with his Antivan oil, sex, and exotic spices. His breath. Her eyes widen, and he steals all of her breath again, until she can no longer tell which way is up, only that he is the master of her own body, and she peaks all the harder as he feeds her his breath again.

 

Her eyes are getting glassy from the state of near constant orgasm. He smiles at her, reaches between their bodies, and rubs her clit one last time as he pours the essence of himself into her. They cry out together and remain joined as they shudder and breathe in unison. As their breathing slows, he reaches out and tangles one hand in Kallian’s hair. He grazes one of her delicate ears with his teeth, and then nips its tip. He growls low in his chest, “Mine…” he whispers. His tone holds both promise and threat. She shivers as his voice sends tingles up and down her spine.

 

“I think we’ll leave the jewelry on for now…” She moans again. He disengages from her and stands. He cuts the rope keeping her hands over her head, but leaves her hands tied together. He scoops her still trembling form up in his arms and takes her over to a secluded part of a nearby stream.