Damon genuinely was tired, though it was more from the way the day had stressed his emotions than in a physical sense. He stripped down to his undershorts and, within a few minutes of lying down, fell mostly asleep, drifting back and forth between slumber and wakefulness.
He heard his door creak open. His quilt was slightly sweaty, which told him it must have been at least an hour or two that he’d been in bed for. He rolled over to face his visitor, blinking to resolve their profile against the darkness.
“Solas,” whispered Malon. “Are you awake?”
“Mostly.”
She closed the door and came over to his bed, sitting down next to him. Her weight was so familiar that his mind wanted to take him to another time, years ago, when her presence in his room was something he’d taken for granted.
“I wanted to check on you earlier,” she whispered. “I sensed the shift in your mood, and I would have come after you when you got up from the table, it’s just…”
“I know,” he said. “You haven’t seen Vel for so long.”
“Exactly.” She set a hand on his knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It felt incredible to have the chance to sit with her. To feed her dinner, hear her stories, even if it was mostly just listening to her and Lilian’s girl talk.”
Malon let out an appreciative sigh. Damon found it suddenly easy to move past his previous mood, in no small part due to how welcome her presence was in his room. He smelled the faintest hint of crimmor-scented soap again and couldn’t stop himself from reaching his hand out to gently caress her side.
She wore a nightgown, the same one she’d had on earlier that week, a lookalike of the old pink one he’d bought for her so long ago. The fabric was soft in that surreal way that only women’s clothing can be, and it stirred something shamefully lurid within him.
“I brought some wine with me, if you care for a nightcap,” she whispered.
“You know me too well,” he said.
“I know you better than anyone, and yet you still manage to surprise me,” she said. “Your question earlier about Seffi, and keeping secrets, for example.”
She passed him the wine bottle, and Damon sat up and took a deep sip straight from the stem.
“You don’t have to explain everything to me just yet, solas,” she said. “I’m not here to delve for answers. I just… I suppose I find it fitting that we’ve always had our own secrets.”
“You’re comfortable with adding one more to the pile?” he asked.
He set the bottle down on his nightstand. Malon turned to face him directly, setting a hand on his thigh that might as well have been a formal invitation. He felt his cock growing stiff at a sprint and marveled what she could do to him with a simple brush of her fingers.
“I’m always comfortable when it’s for you, solas,” she said.
Damon pulled her to him and kissed her, tasting wine on her lips. He ran his hands over her gown again, feeling the softness of her body underneath. He shifted forward aggressively and felt her fingers tighten on his thigh, urging him to go slow, stay patient, while simultaneously promising a reward.
“Talk to me more,” she whispered. “You have such a great voice.”
“I think we’re past the point of talking.” He kissed her neck and heard her suck in a surprised breath.
“Just… where are we, then?” she asked, voice aflutter.
He slid his hand underneath her gown. She wasn’t wearing girlshorts underneath, but even if she had been, it wouldn’t have stopped him. He felt her entire body tensing and responding to him, taut as a harp string, ready to be plucked and strummed.
And of course, there was a knock at the door. Damon hissed in frustration louder than he probably should have.
“Oh,” said Lilian. “Sorry. I thought you were alone in here, Damon.”
“I was just checking on solas before bed,” said Malon, hurrying to pull her nightgown back down to cover herself.
“It seems we’re of a mind,” said Lilian. “I often go on walks at night. I thought since Damon took a nap earlier, he might want to come along. Do some talking.”
“Maybe another time?” said Damon. “I… didn’t get a chance to speak with my aesta much today, so…”
“Of course,” said Lilian. “I understand.”
There was a teasing edge to her voice that suggested she really did, which made Damon feel embarrassed in all kinds of ways. Lilian slowly shut the door, and Damon was against Malon before he’d even heard the latch click.
He kissed her, cutting off whatever she’d been about to say, and spread her out on his bed. Malon wiggled a little to center herself as Damon pulled his undershorts off. She stopped him as he started to press forward, lifting a foot to press gently against his chest.
“Go slow, solas,” she whispered. “We have all night.”
He took her foot in his hands, lifting to kiss the side of it. He heard Malon let out a gentle gasp as he kept kissing, planting them on her ankle, and then her calf, leaving a trail with his lips as he progressed up her leg.
“I told Lilian the truth,” he said gruffly. “I want to hear everything you have to say tonight, aesta. The full range of your voice.”
“Oh, solas!” she said, more urgent. “I said… go slow. Remember?”
He kissed the inside of her thigh and felt her quiver with anticipation. It was a boon to his ego to see he could have this kind of effect on her. He kissed higher and higher, lips nearing their inevitable target, Malon’s back already arching in anticipation of what was to come.
He let his breath tickle her womanhood, inhaling the heady scent of her femininity. She reached her hands down and ran them through his hair, fingers primed with energy as though it took a force of will to keep from pulling his face in closer.
He kissed her, letting his lips miss all the interesting places he knew she wanted them, by the width of no more than a hair. He kept doing that, almost, but not quite beginning to lick and suck and lavish her womanhood with attention. Letting the anticipation build. He wanted to see if she’d ask, if she’d beg, even.
“Solas,” she said, trying for sternness but landing somewhere nearer to a whimpering plea.
“Aesta,” he said, voice hard and dominant. “Is there something you need?”
“I came to your room tonight,” she said breathily. “It’s only fair that you treat me like a… Oh… Oh!”
He kissed her then, letting his lips meet the lips of her womanhood. She was dripping wet, and there was a sweetness to it which he wondered if he was imagining. He could still smell that scented soap. He pushed his tongue into her, still focusing on the sides and avoiding where he knew she was the most sensitive, teasing her in the best and worst possible way.
She took shallow, shuddering breaths, moving her hands from his head, down to his shoulders, back up again, before digging them into the bed, unsure of where to put them or what to do with herself. Damon loved it. He had her right where he wanted her, at his complete mercy, and he was going to make sure she enjoyed every second of it.
He took hold of her thighs and used his strong arms to rock her toward his face, licking her each time she came into range. The motion was powerful enough to make his bed creak, and perhaps that noise triggered something in Malon’s resolve.
“Slow, so…las,” she whispered. “Oh… Oh!”
Her legs curled against him, thighs trying to clench partially closed. He gave a slow, sucking lick and felt her hips buck wildly as a powerful orgasm rippled through her. Damon gave her two breaths to recover before crawling upward and letting the head of his cock tease her freshly prepared womanhood.
“You’re mine tonight, aesta,” he whispered.
She nodded in the darkness. “I am. But you have to promise me you’ll go… Ah!”
Slow, was probably the word she’d been forming on those perfect lips. Damon rammed his cock forward, gasping in ecstasy as the entire length plunged into her tight, hot lane.
He couldn’t slow down, let alone stop himself. His heart beat at a frightening pace. Pleasure pulsed through every inch of him. He thrust into her as though he was in a rush, even though he wanted the moment to last as long as it possibly could.
His headboard banged against the wall, the noise impossibly lewd and impossible to mistake. A careless, accelerating thunk, thunk, thunk as he thrust into his aesta. The type of rough, passionate rutting that made him feel as if he was taking her under time constraints, which oftentimes seemed to be the case.
She still had on her nightgown, but his hands were all over her body, fingers pinching into her breasts and feeling how they jiggled in reaction to his sexual onslaught. Malon let out a tiny, pleasured groan and tapped gently on his back, urging him again to pace himself, if not halve his speed.
It was all quite simply too hot, too much, too fast. Damon knew he was going to finish early, which would have normally made him feel a bit unmanned. But with her, it was all so different, so easy to see how she’d forgive him, and he’d be ready to go again in seconds.
He kissed her, his tongue meeting hers, as he drove his cock deeper. She was so much like any other woman on this side of the sheets, and yet still so much his aesta. The combination made his sense of the world feel all twisted up. Her body was his for the touching, his to play with and grope, and yet somehow still sacred.
“Solas!” said Malon.
The bed crashed and drummed against the wall. He couldn’t stop himself, and he knew she’d be cross with him for it. Damon hugged her to him as he continued surging with his hips, his tool heating up and hardening to its throbbing limit.
“You’re… being…” She kissed him between each word, herself torn between reason and lust. “Too… loud!”
“Aesta!” Damon grunted.
There was a flash of crimson, appropriately timed or a bit too late, depending on who one asked. Malon pushed Damon back with her magic, not far, holding him neatly in the air where his thrusting hips could no longer threaten the integrity of his creaking bed.
He came in that same moment, and given the angle, it went all over her. It felt like a true violation of what she’d normally let him get away with, and she’d basically done it to herself, albeit accidentally.
Strings of Damon’s seed clung to her nightgown, her bare shoulders, the pale patch of flesh in between the shoulder straps. A small gob hung from the edge of her chin, and another somehow clung to the bottom of one earlobe like a gaudy pearl earring.
He was still suspended in midair, a strangely appropriate placement given the cloudy high brought about by his release. He expected his aesta to flip him upside down and drop him on his head, but instead she merely sighed, pulled off her sticky nightgown, and used the inside to clean herself up.
“You are simply too much, young man,” she said, with a not displeased smile. “When I rebuilt this tower, I didn’t make the walls any thicker. I’ve no intention of subjecting Vel and Lilian to the sounds of your… efforts.”
“It was mostly you making the noise, aesta, but point taken.”
“It was mostly the bed, which you seemed intent on breaking.”
She lowered him down with a gentle wave of her hand, sliding over to make room. Damon feasted his eyes on her pale naked body, plump breasts, womanly hips, the carefully trimmed patch of red adorning her crotch.
He felt his arousal building again and pinched the bridge of his nose. Malon slid closer to him and started kissing his shoulder, and as though she’d cast a new type of spell on him, he instantly started getting hard.
“Aesta,” he whispered. “If you don’t want us getting loud again, you should…”
“I should what, solas?” She kissed his chest, sliding downward, lips dragging across his stomach. “Is there something you’d like your aesta to do for you?”
She came to a stop with her head even with his crotch, staring at his cock with those brilliant green eyes. Damon felt it stiffening under her gaze, any softness from his previous exertions hammered out in a forge of illicit lust. She glanced at him, and he nodded.
Damon watched in a state of fogged-out bliss as she brought her lips down onto the tip of his cock, which was still sticky and glistening from a few minutes earlier, and began to kiss him all over.
She set her hands on his thighs, thumbs pinching inward, holding him tightly in place. He sensed her cultivating that aspect of control, taking the encounter back to where she was comfortable with it being. She was his aesta, she had every right to, in a sense, and she’d already proven that she’d break the magic to hold him still if needed.
He was beyond fine with that. Malon dropped her mouth down the length of his tool, her tongue swirling and caressing, eyes watching for his pleasured reactions with borderline smug satisfaction.
Sure, he could take her for a hard tumble on his mattress, leave her breathless with his thrusts, but she could do this . She could turn him into a boy again, something more basic than that even, a man hooked by the pleasure of a pair of plump lips and a brazen tongue.
“Oh…” he groaned. “Aesta!”
He reached down, intent on grabbing her braid and seeing what she’d let him get away with. He found one of her hands instead. She laced her fingers through his, and the point of contact felt as much like a lover’s touch as her mouth did, though without the insane, world-breaking pleasure.
He focused on his own breathing and did his best to last a little longer this time around as he watched his aesta bob her head up and down, polishing every inch of his cock, a small dribble of either spit or his own stickiness running down onto his crotch.
He didn’t last any longer, and she didn’t miss a drop.