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She was alone again. The other side of the bed cold. Alistair was in Antiva city. At least he’d told her where he’d run off to this time. The bare minimum: something that Deanna had only achieved after strictly telling him to at least tell her that much. She’d been practically begging him.
She was sitting on the side of the bed and stared at the stone wall, studying the already familiar shapes, the shadows that danced in the light of the single candle burning on the nightstand.
Deanna sighed and got up and blew out the candle. If she’d stay in this room just one moment longer, she was going to go insane. It almost felt like the legacy of all those who had born the names Cousland and Theirin was bearing down on her in that room. The chambers of the Queen of Ferelden. The last person who had slept there was Anora, and she had left the court to spend her life in the countryside.
Sometimes Deanna wondered how the world could’ve been if Anora had been where Deanna was now. Not a whole lot different, she assumed. Maybe Anora would care less than Deanna did. She wouldn’t care about where Alistair went, how he left her to deal with everything herself; maybe Anora would’ve welcomed it.
Deanna had put on a pair of slippers so she wouldn’t walk around the castle with her bare feet on the ice-cold stone floor. She put on a long dressing gown over her chemise and wrapped the belt around her waist. The second she stepped out the door the cool but soft breeze that was always present in the hallways of the castle made her shiver for a short moment.
The guards outside the doors didn’t move as she stepped outside. They’d grown used to their Queen’s nightly walks. And they knew their orders. They ought to stay behind. After all, the Queen was the Hero of Ferelden, she had slain the archdemon, who would dare to draw a knife at her.
Deanna slowly walked through the hallways, without a real goal. When she had first walked these halls, she had gotten lost so many times she stopped counting. Now, she knew every hallway, every room and every corner by heart, by night and day. She had heard some of the servants’ whispers about her; calling her the ghost of the castle. And maybe she did look like a ghost, her long white nightdress, the dark blue dressing gown and her long, black hair hanging loosely may have made her look ghastly.
She had taken these walks ever since Alistair had started running off. Something that she should’ve seen coming perhaps. He wasn’t made to be a king after all and sometimes she wondered what kind of a man he might’ve been if she hadn’t happened. If she hadn’t insisted on him claiming the crown.
Deanna stopped in front of the council chamber and slipped through the door. The only light inside the room came from the moon shining through the windows. She could make out the war table, the little flags and figurines scattered across the board. This was the place she spent most of her time at these days. She was the one who represented the crown, not the king. No, it had been her for months now.
She started to light some of the candles and started circling the war table, while taking in the positions of the figures. Her gaze wandered to Antiva City on the map. Alistair was there now. He hadn’t told her on what business. Instead, he had just left. And this time, Deanna wasn’t entirely sure when or if he’d return and maybe she’d grown too tired to properly care about it anymore.
Her eyes focused on Highever, the small flag with her family’s symbol standing tall amidst all the other flags. She hadn’t visited home in too long and maybe a part of her actively avoided going there and being reminded of the bloodshed over and over again. Fergus had taken care to renovate the castle from scratch but one couldn’t clean up memories that easily.
Fergus visited court every few weeks to visit his younger sister and represent his family at court. But he hadn’t come in too long due to his son falling sick and he’d rather stay with the boy.
Deanna sighed and leaned forward. Ferelden was chaotic as always, but she’d managed to get some parts of it under control. Some of the nobles had protested this of course but she hadn’t cared too much. Fergus, Eamon and Teagan were doing their best to persuade the most frustrating of the lot. If it wasn’t for them, she’d have run off, too.
She heard the footsteps outside the council chamber before the door creaked open quietly. She sighed and turned to look at the person disrupting her loneliness. It was Teagan, the man who had become her most trusted advisor and maybe, one of her closest friends as well. He was the one person she could always rely on when no one else was there.
“You should be abed,” he said, closing the door behind him.
Deanna chuckled dryly. “I could say the same about you.” She looked him up and down. He was wearing a tunic, with his family crest stitched into several places and lined with a fur collar. And he was wearing a belt, with his sword hanging from one side and his dagger on the other side. Over the tunic, he was wearing leather armour, fine quality, something only a royal advisor could wear. A cloak was hanging from his shoulders, and Deanna could only guess that it bore the crest of his family as well. “Where have you been?”
Teagan came closer, his eyes wandering from her to the war table. “I had to deal with some vagabonds.”
“Someone was unhappy with me,” Deanna deduced and turned to look at the pin on the map that marked Denerim. “Who?”
“You don’t have to—”
“Who, Teagan,” Deanna cut him off and turned to look at him sternly.
“Lord Calbrand. He sent some of his men to cause trouble in the city, but we learned about it and were able to intervene,” Teagan explained. As he stepped closer, Deanna was able to see dark flecks of blood that stained the man’s clothes.
“There is blood on your clothes,” she stated, staring at the dark spots.
He looked down on himself. “I’m not injured … if you were wondering.”
“That’s good,” Deanna said softly and smiled tiredly.
“Your Majesty,” Teagan said and took a few more steps towards her. He was close enough to reach out and touch her, if he wanted but he didn’t move one bit. “You should really return to your chambers.”
Deanna scoffed. “I can’t sleep. So, I might as well make myself useful.”
Teagan didn’t say anything for a long while and the silence between them stretched on. It was the uncomfortable kind of silence that Deanna despised. There were times when neither of them had to talk, they could just exist in each other’s presence and in those moments, she was just Deanna Cousland, not the Hero of Ferelden or the Queen of Ferelden. It was those exact moments that made her wonder what could’ve been if she hadn’t married Alistair, if she hadn’t become Queen … Teagan had called her lovely once, and she wondered if he might do it again now.
“He will come back,” Teagan finally said.
Deanna sighed and straightened up, then she turned to him fully. “I know he will but that is not going to help Ferelden right now.”
Teagan pressed his lips together. “You’re right, your Majesty.”
“It’s just the two of us here. No need for too many formalities,” Deanna said.
“With all due respect, if I start to neglect formalities now, I don’t know whether I can ever stop again,” Teagan said with a smile and Deanna couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“That’s fair,” she said. Without thinking too much about it she reached out to touch one of the flecks of blood on the leather of his armour. “How many did you have to fight?”
“At least a dozen. But don’t worry, my men and I got out.”
“Do not tell me not to worry,” Deanna said, her eyes narrowing slightly as her gaze met his. “I am your Queen. And you are my advisor and my closest friend.” She sighed and all the tension seemed to leave her body for a moment. “You’re the only one I can rely on these days.”
“Your Majesty,” Teagan said softly and reached out to take her hand that was still on the armour that covered his chest. “Alistair will come back soon.”
Deanna pressed her lips together and pulled her hand from his grip. Her brows were furrowed, and she didn’t look at Teagan as she started pacing in the dimly lit room. “This is not about him. Not entirely … It is about Ferelden. He is the king of Ferelden. And he just left it all behind to chase after something that he didn’t even have the decency to share with me, his Queen. What kind of king, what kind of husband, does such a thing?”
Teagan remained silent as Deanna paused. Her eyes focused on the pin marking Antiva City, she went to pull it out and stare it angrily. “Antiva City. He’s in Antiva while his duties are here. I am here.”
At first, she hadn’t even noticed that she had started to tear up and she wiped away the tears in fury, then slammed the pin she was holding on the table. “I am so tired of cleaning it all up. Every time. And he just gets to run. I should be surprised he didn’t run away from the altar as well.”
She sighed deeply, her shoulders going slack. “I made a mistake, Teagan. I see that now. I thought because … Alistair is a good man. And I thought that would make him a good king, too. But I was mistaken. Maybe him being a good man is what makes him a terrible king.”
Deanna wiped away the tears once more, then, she finally looked at Teagan who had just been watching her, not daring to touch her or even answer her. But his expression told her enough, he understood what she meant. She knew he agreed with her. And somehow, that made it a bit easier.
“Alistair may not be a good king,” Teagan said slowly, as if testing the waters. “But you chose what you thought was the right thing. And it gave Ferelden the best queen it has had in a very long time.”
Deanna bit her lip. “Anora was better.”
Teagan shook his head. “I don’t think so. Anora was held back by too many things. She might have been a great queen, if it hadn’t been for Loghain.”
“Teagan,” Deanna said. “I will leave Ferelden with an uncertain future. How many years do I have left? Fifteen? Twenty, if I’m lucky. The chance of me ever bearing children is almost zero at this point. At least Anora would’ve been able to secure the future of Ferelden’s throne.”
It took a few moments until Teagan replied. “You saved Ferelden. More than once. You can achieve anything you set your mind to.”
“I wish it were that easy,” Deanna said with a sad smile. “But it isn’t.”
“You’re right,” Teagan said and walked over to Deanna, stopping in front of her. “It isn’t easy, and it likely never will be. But I will at your side. We will figure it out together.”
This time, her smile wasn’t sad but one of genuine relief. She reached out to take his gloved hand in hers. “Thank you. It means the world to me to have you here with me.”
Teagan stared at their hands for a long moment. “Your hands are cold. I can feel it, even with my glove still on.”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
The smile on Teagan’s face came and went in an instance. “Don’t tell me not to worry. I will worry regardless.”
Deanna couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Stop using my words against me.”
“I haven’t seen you smile in so long,” Teagan said, still half in thought.
“Well, there aren’t that many things to smile about nowadays,” Deanna replied. She let Teagan’s hand slip from her grip and turned to look out the window. Her face was illuminated by the cold light of the moon.
“When we first met, you were on a quest to not only end the Blight but defeat Loghain as well. A man, who I thought couldn’t be brought to his knees by anyone. Your tasks seemed impossible and yet, you smiled almost the entire time.”
Deanna closed her eyes for a second to blink away the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes once more. “Those were easier times. I knew what I had to do. I had a clear goal. But now … I feel lost. Back then, I had Alistair to hold onto. But now he’s gone, too. I felt him slipping away and I’m afraid I don’t love him like I used to before.”
“You fell out of love with him?”
“Yes … And no.” Deanna groaned is frustration. “I still love him. But not in the way a wife should love her husband.”
“I see …” Teagan said.
Deanna scoffed. “Maybe it’s for the better that he left. His regret was bearing down too heavy on him while he was here.”
“His regret?” Teagan asked.
“Yeah. He regretted that he avoided me. I could feel it,” Deanna explained, trying to keep her voice steady. It wasn’t sadness that made her voice want to break, it was anger and bitterness. “We haven’t shared a bed in a year now. And people start to notice.”
“You think they will judge you for it?”
“Why wouldn’t they? I’m not even royalty. Some already thought I would just marry into royalty just to be called queen when I hadn’t even married Alistair, yet. But I loved him, and I didn’t care. But now? I can’t fight this battle alone, Teagan,” Deanna said. Her brows were furrowed, and she began to pace again.
“Alistair is a fool!” The words had come out of Teagan’s mouth forcefully. And the second he had spoken to them; it looked like he regretted them. But a look of grim determination appeared on his face.
Deanna was completely taken aback by the sudden outburst, that all she could muster was a soft: “What?”
“He’s a fool for leaving you,” Teagan said, gesturing with his hands. “You are the most incredible woman I have ever had the honour to lay my eyes on. You are fierce and smart and fearless. And lovely … And Alistair is a fool for marrying you and leaving you behind like this.”
Deanna’s jaw had gone slack, a hundred thousand thoughts were racing through her mind, but they all slipped from her grip the second she tried to hold onto a single one.
Teagan blinked a few times, then stared at her in shock. “I— Your majesty, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
His mouth snapped shut when Deanna started coming towards him. He was unable to read the expression on her face but if hers was the last face he got to see before she’d kill him for being an insolent asshole, then he’d die happily.
Deanna grabbed the man’s collar and pulled him towards her to press her lips against his. She sighed the second their lips met. He was stiff for the first few seconds, then she could feel the tension leave his body as he leaned into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around he, pressing her closer to his body.
One of her hands wandered upwards, to the back of Teagan’s head, where she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him towards her. She wrapped her other arm around his shoulder, holding onto him, trusting him fully to hold her upright as her knees threatened to give out.
A vulnerable sound escaped Deanna’s lips and Teagan pulled back to stare at her, flushed, panting, staring at him with something akin to disbelief. Slowly, he let go of her and took a step back. He was out of breath but still, he opened his mouth to speak.
Deanna held up a hand to stop him, “If you are going to tell me this is a mistake, or that we shouldn’t be doing this or anything like that, you can leave.”
Teagan shut his mouth immediately, then chuckled, for the first time in a long time. “Oh, you could never be a mistake, your Majesty.”
He closed the distance between them once more and kissed Deanna fiercely. She closed her eyes and let herself be consumed by the kiss. Deanna had dreamt of this before, too many times, ever since they had first met in Redcliffe all those many years ago. It had become nothing more than a fantasy that she managed to almost completely forget ever since she’d been with Alistair, but she had started revisiting this particular fantasy about a year ago.
Teagan’s hands felt heavy on her body, the fact that he was wearing gloves both frustrated and excited her. Her back arched, she sought to press as much of her against him, and Teagan’s gasps for air told her that he wanted this as much as she did.
Their lips parted once more as Deanna walked backwards towards the war table. With a quick motion of her arm, she cleared a small portion of the table and sat down on it, then she reached out towards Teagan and without having to ask, he came towards her.
The kisses they shared had turned more heated, more desperate and Deanna wanted nothing more than to have him touch her everywhere. With one hand, she undid the belt around her waist, loosening the dressing gown to reveal the white nightdress she was wearing beneath.
It was a loose piece of clothing and left a lot of things to imagination and yet, Teagan looked at her like he couldn’t get enough of her already. The comfortable and familiar tingle in Deanna’s stomach made her gasp. She needed him to touch her right now, but Teagan was taking his time.
“Teagan,” Deanna whispered. Her breath caught when their eyes met. There was so much desperation and want in his gaze that it made the feeling of arousal spread in every limb of her body. This had been nothing but a dream so far but his kisses, his touch, all of it was real and she needed more.
“Not here,” Teagan said. His voice was low, and soft, and driving Deanna mad. “I am going to fuck you properly. In a bed.” While he was talking, he put his hands on her thighs, pushing them apart painfully slow. He was rubbing circles with his thumb on the inside of her thigh as he leaned forward to kiss her once more. This kiss was soft. As soon as Deanna sought to deepen the kiss, to pull him towards her, he leaned back, and she groaned in frustration.
“Then you’re just going to keep doing this?” she asked and leaned back on her hands. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing quickly, like she’d just run a kilometre or two.
Teagan shook his head, he took the hem of Deanna’s nightgown and started to lift it up, exposing her legs to the cool air of the castle. Immediately goosebumps spread on her skin, but it didn’t dim her eagerness in the slightest. Teagan watched her reactions with a satisfied look on his face. “I said I wasn’t going to fuck you here.”
It took Deanna an embarrassingly long moment to understand what he meant. Teagan hand used this moment to push up her nightgown even further revealing her pussy.
“Oh.” That was all Deanna could say before Teagan took off his gloves and reached between Deanna’s legs. His hands were so incredibly warm, and Deanna felt her elbows give out under her as Teagan ran his fingers through the wet mess that was her pussy. She let herself fall backwards. One of the markers on the map was jabbing into her side but she ignored it.
No one had touched her there in years. And Teagan exploring her most sensitive parts made every last bit of tension leave her body. She ached to reach for him, but her mind was too empty to command her arms, all she could do is moan softy and burn under Teagan’s gaze.
“You’re so beautiful,” Teagan said in a low tone. His eyes didn’t leave Deanna’s for one second as he pushed one of his fingers into her, painfully slow. And despite it only being one finger, Deanna knew if Teagan wanted, he could make her climax with just this one finger.
Faintly, she wondered how many partners he’d had, with how many of them he’d done this, how many he’d brought to the brink of crying for arousal before he’d set his eye on her. But the thoughts vanished as soon as Teagan started to gently rub over Deanna’s clit. He watched her closely, to determine what worked on her and what didn’t.
“Teagan,” Deanna repeated, and this time she reached out for him. He took her hand in his while his other hand was still busy between her legs, his fingers exploring her insides curiously while she desperately held onto his hand. She pushed herself to sit up again, shifting the man’s fingers inside of her, hitting just the right angle to make her moan loudly. She let go of his hand and took hold of his shoulder instead, she pulled on his cloak with desperation.
“What do you want me to do?” Teagan asked and paused the movements of his hands for the time being.
It took Deanna a brief moment to catch her breath, then she looked Teagan straight into the eye. “I want you to taste me.”
Teagan took in a sharp breath, then a smile spread on his lips. “There is nothing I would rather do.”
He leaned forward to bring their lips together one more time, taking his time to kiss Deanna with a passion that took away her breath. A part of her wanted to make this moment last forever, not because of the feeling of unlimited passion but one of shared intimacy with a man she had wanted for years now.
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to kiss you, your Majesty,” Teagan whispered against her mouth, then he kissed her neck softly. He pulled his fingers out of Deanna, which made her dig her fingers into the sturdy fabric of the cloak. He left a slick trail as he pulled Deanna’s nightgown to the side to kiss her collarbone.
The sudden cool air on her shoulder sent a shiver down Deanna’s spine and she pressed herself into the warm embrace of the man between her legs.
The nightgown was wide enough for Teagan to slip it off her shoulder and expose her breast, her nipple already hardened because of the chill. Teagan didn’t hesitate to press a kiss on it, then he slowly licked across it. The stark contrast between the heat of his mouth and the coldness inside the room made her gasp quietly. The wetness that Teagan left behind made her skin even more susceptible to the difference in temperature.
“Teagan, please,” she said quietly, almost begging him.
“As your Majesty commands,” he replied. He removed his cloak fully, letting it fall to the ground. Then, still fully clad in his armour, he knelt leaned down, his hands on the insides of Deanna’s thighs. His hands had lost some of their initial warmth but compared to her skin, they were still hot, and Deanna instinctively pressed her legs further into his touch. It earned her a gentle but firm push of his hands, spreading her legs further apart.
“Fuck,” Deanna said as she felt Teagan’s hot breath on her pussy, his mouth only centimetres away from the place she wanted it to be. So close …Teagan didn’t move for a long moment and stared at him while he stared at her cunt. “What are you doing?”
Teagan blinked up at her like he was surprised. “I just needed a moment. I’ve been imagining it for so long and now … It’s so much better than I ever dreamed it to be.” Those were the last words he said before he leaned in and licked across Deanna’s cunt. She leaned her head back and sucked in a sharp breath.
An intense wave of pleasure washed over her, her hand moved to the back of Teagan’s head and grabbed a fistful of his hair. It was all the encouragement he needed to wrap his lips around her clit. A surprised moan escaped her lips before she could bite it back, and without thinking about it twice she pressed her hips towards him, trying to get as much of him as possible.
His hands wandered up her thighs to her hips and gripped them tightly, forcing her to slow down her movements. He leaned back to meet her eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Her heart fluttered inside her chest. “Could you try to use your tongue more … And your fingers, inside.”
Teagan nodded. He was a man on a mission and with a fierce determination that was almost adorable, he leaned back down, slowly moving his tongue around the spots that knew would send shivers if arousal and pleasure through Deanna’s body. The tips of two of his fingers teased her entrance before they slowly slid in, stretching her hole a bit more. The simultaneous stimulation numbed her mind, she could only feel.
Every single touch, every lick of Teagan’s tongue and every thrust with his fingers into her cunt drove Deanna closer to the edge. Every single muscle insider her started to tense, ready to release at the right time. Teagan must have noticed it, too. He added a third finger to fuck her with and Deanna could do nothing moan breathlessly dig her fingers into whatever part of Teagan she could reach.
Her back arched as he managed to hit a particularly delicious spot inside of her and her hand searched for his. Mercifully, he took it in his, ever so reassuring and comforting. And as Deanna looked towards Teagan, with his head between her legs and working away on her cunt, and he looked up to meet her eyes, she felt the tension in her body rise one final time. With a whiny moan, she came.
Teagan held Deanna’s hand through the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, and he didn’t stop. His fingers were still moving in and out of her, his tongue relentlessly massaging the oversensitive area around her clit. And as the tip of his tongue gently brushed over her clit, Deana yelped. That was what made Teagan pause and look up at her with furrowed brows.
“Keep going, fuck, keep going, keep …” Deanna said, completely out of breath and interrupting herself with a gasp.
She didn’t have to tell him twice, despite the twitching of Deanna’s body underneath his touch whenever his tongue and lips passed over her clitoris, he kept going. The slight pain of overstimulation brought tears to Deanna’s eyes, but it was nothing compared to the rising pleasure inside of her.
Teagan was a quick learner. He knew which spots made Deanna’s back arch, drew moans out of her and intensified her pleasure. The tension inside of her rose once again, and just before snapping once more, Teagan removed his fingers from her hole. Before Deanna even got the chance to complain she felt his tongue where his fingers had been mere seconds before.
And that’s how she came a second time, writhing under Teagan’s touch. This time, he didn’t continue but straightened up and pulled down Deanna’s nightgown. She watched his every move, there were a hundred thoughts in her mind, but she wasn’t able to speak. Not just yet. Teagan’s mouth was glistening with her slick and he wiped it clean with his hand.
“You taste amazing,” Teagan said, he leaned forward and kissed Deanna, sharing her own taste with her. And it might’ve been the most arousing thing he could’ve done in the moment. She was only able to weakly kiss him back and moan quietly as the realisation of what they were doing slowly started to sink in.
Without hesitation, Deanna reached forward, shoving her hand through the gaps of the armour and the tunic until only the fabric of the trousers Teagan was wearing was between her and his dick. He let out a vulnerable sound as she wrapped her hand around him. “Fuck, wait, wait.”
She raised her eyebrows in silence but let go of him.
Teagan took a few deep breaths, then started to adjust Deanna’s nightgown so it covered her breast and shoulder again. He pulled her dressing gown back over her shoulders and tied the belt at her waist. With his hand, he gently and almost lovingly brushed away a few of the black strands of hair that stuck to Deanna’s sweaty forehead. “Maker’s breath, you are beautiful.”
Deanna took hold of his wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to his palm. “And you are magnificent.”
His breath hitched, clearly not having expected to have her return the compliments in any manner. He looked at her for a long time. “I— What now?”
She smiled and pushed herself off the table. Teagan only took a small step backwards, so their bodies were pressed close to each other once more. She gestured towards his armour. “Now, I want to see you. Without your armour. I need you to, what was it you said, ‘properly fuck me’.”
“That’s going to be difficult,” Teagan said, cupping her cheek with one of his hands. Without really meaning to, Deanna closed her eyes and leaned into the comforting touch. Teagan continued, “The guards will already be wondering where you are, if they’re not already searching for you. And I can’t risk ruining you.”
Deanna smiled, then bit her lip as arousal made her stomach tingle with excitement at the notion of possible ruination. She could see Teagan had noticed her reaction as well. Deanna said, “Well, there is a way. There are secret passages that lead through the castle. There is one that leads from the royal chambers to the accommodations of other esteemed guests, including yours.”
The look of pure and unaltered passion appeared on the Man’s face. “Good. I am going to lead you to your chambers and then, I will return to mine. I will be waiting for you.”
“You better,” Deanna said and kissed him once more. “Let’s blow out the candles.”
“Yeah, but first,” Teagan said and started to pick up some of the markers that had fallen off the war table and started to put them back where they belonged. It was Deanna who put the marker for Antiva City back in its place.
As Teagan started to blow out the candles, Deanna picked up his heavy cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. She hadn’t even realised how cold she’d been until now. She could feel Teagan’s eyes on her as she tried to cover as much of her body as possible with the woollen cloak. It smelled like him. Like, dirt and sweat and fire and something that was unmistakeable Teagan. He watched her bury her nose in the fabric of the cloak and take a deep breath.
“You’ll be the death of me,” Teagan uttered, his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“I hope not,” Deanna replied. “You’ll live a long live yet, Man Teagan.”
Once Teagan had blown out all the candles, he opened the door for Deanna who silently slipped into the dimly lit hallway. Teagan took one of the torches from the wall and held it out in front of them to light their way. Deanna occasionally smiled up at him with an excited gleam in her eyes.
When they were almost in front of Deanna’s room, the guards who had stood guard in front of the door came hurrying down the hallway. Both of them released a sound of relief when they saw Deanna well and unharmed. “Your Majesty, we were getting worried!”
They both came to a stop in front of the Queen and Man and bowed deeply.
“Thank you but I am fine,” Deanna said. She held her chin up higher than she did when she was only in Teagan’s presence, her posture much stiffer and straighter than before. “As I have been the dozens of times before. Besides, Man Teagan here offered to accompany me back to my chambers. As you can see, there is nothing to worry about. You can go back to your posts.”
The guards looked at each other for a second, then bowed once more before they went back to their spots in front of the Queen’s quarters. Deanna and Teagan followed behind but at a much slower pace. They remained silent the rest of the way, only when they were standing in front of the Queen’s quarters, did Deanna speak up. “Thank you for accompanying me back. Goodnight, Man.”
Teagan nodded firmly. “Always at your service, Your Majesty. And sleep well.”
Deanna quickly entered her quarters, closing the door behind him and immediately getting to work. She dropped the cloak on the ground, then took a hairbrush and brushed through her long hair. She didn’t exactly know why but she sat down in front of the mirror for a moment.
She could barely make out the shapes of her face in the darkness of the room, so she lit a candle to take a better look at herself. Her face wasn’t as flushed as before, and her hair was lying flat against her back now. But she still looked like she’d had sex, and like she wanted more. And faintly, she wondered how anyone who saw her could still think of her as the regal and respectable queen she pretended to be. A queen who patiently awaited her husband’s return.
Deanna picked up the cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders once more, then opened the small door hidden within the intricately carved wooden panelling behind the big tapestry with the Theirin family crest. She took the candle in hand and snuck into the narrow passage.
She wrapped the cloak tighter around her as she started walking. The rooms behind the doors she passed were named with names of nobles who had passed away a decade or two ago, or simply with numbers that didn’t make sense to her. Whoever had done all those chalk markings had also left little messages on the walls of the passages. Lines of poems and the Chant of Light. The one that had stuck out to Deanna was a perfect heart with the letters ‘M + R + L + K’ written in the middle. The K was scratched, like someone wanted to erase it from the equation. Deanna had tried so hard to figure out who those letters might represent but she hadn’t come any closer to an answer in all those years, and she guessed it would remain a mystery forever.
Once she reached the door to Teagan’s rooms, she pressed her ear against the door, trying to make any sounds that indicated that Teagan was already back in his room. She heard some rustling behind the door and decided to slowly crack open the door. A wave of warm air hit her face and the first thing she saw was the crackling fire in the fireplace. Teagan was crouching in front of it, adding more wood to the fire.
Almost soundlessly, Deanna slipped through the door into his room. It must’ve been the cold that came in with her that made Teagan turn around. The moment he spotted her, a smile formed on his lips. He got up, the fire making his silhouette seem more intimidating and all the more alluring to Deanna.
“You’re here,” he said, almost as if he still couldn’t believe it.
“Yes,” Deanna said. She put down the candle and took off the heavy woollen cloak once more. “Of course, I’m here.”
Teagan chuckled softly. He held out his hand, asking Deanna to join him in front of the fireplace, and she did, without hesitation. She took his hand in hers, feeling the callouses, the scars and the hills and valleys of his palm. To have this hand roaming across her body once more … the thought alone made her head dizzy.
“I want to see you. All of you, I mean,” Deanna said. Teagan nodded and reached towards the fastenings of the armour on one side, while Deanna loosened them on the other side. He had already taken off his belt with his sword and dagger attached to it. The armour was first, then the tunic, then the shirt he was wearing underneath.
Deanna tugged it out of his trousers unceremoniously and tossed it on the growing pile of clothes and armour on the ground. She laid her hand on Teagan’s chest, right above his heart and closed her eyes to feel it beating underneath her palm. Deanna brushed her hand across Teagan’s skin, through the small hairs that covered his chest, his stomach, a lover’s trail down to his groin. A trail she intended to follow.
Teagan took a step back to take of his boots, then reached for the ties of his trousers. Deanna took hold of his wrists to pull his hands away from the ties.
“Let me,” Deanna said and loosened the ties, ever so slowly. She slid her fingers under the waistband and pushed the trousers down, further and further and her eyes were on the same level as Teagan’s cock, half-hard and throbbing.
Deanna readjusted her position, so she was kneeling comfortable in front of the standing Teagan. He sucked in a sharp breath as Deanna reached for his dick and wrapped her hand around it. Teagan put a hand on Deanna’s shoulder, she could feel his fingers dig into the fabric of her nightdress and dressing gown.
“Deanna,” he whispered. It took all of Deanna’s self-control not to get back up and kiss Teagan until they both passed out. Instead, she pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. Then she opened her mouth and slowly wrapped her lips around him.
Teagan moaned and his hips twitched forward, like he tried to supress the instinct to thrust his hips forward and fuck Deanna’s mouth. She didn’t mind the movement. She leaned her head forward, taking more of the cock in her mouth. It hardened further in her hand and mouth and Deanna almost choked herself trying to take as much in her mouth as possible.
“Slowly,” Teagan said, gently pushing Deanna backwards by her shoulder. “I’m not running away.”
Deanna licked her lips as she looked up at him. Teagan’s breath caught as he saw her in this position. He cupped her cheek with his hand, gently brushing his thumb over his skin.
Deanna took his cock back into her mouth, moving her head to a rhythm only she knew. Teagan moaned and sighed with the soft heat around his dick, he tried to keep his grip gentle, but it seemed Deanna didn’t seem to mind if he dug his fingers into her too harshly. She reached for the hand that had held her cheek and guided it into her hair. Almost on instinct, he took a fistful of it and pushed her head towards his hips.
It was the sound of Deanna gagging, that made him pause and pull her backwards and off his cock. There was a trail of spit connecting the glistening wet tip of his dick to her pink lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and got up slowly.
Teagan’s hands quickly undid the fastenings of her dressing gown. Without hesitation, he untied the thread that held her nightdress. His hands lingered for a short moment before he slipped it off her shoulders. The dress caught on her breasts for a second but ultimately fell on the floor.
Teagan’s eyes roamed over her body, the skin he had longed to see for so long, the parts that had always been hidden from his eyes in one way or another. He reached out to put a hand on her hip, pressing his fingers into the soft skin and fat there, then he let his hand wander upwards, over her waist, to her breast, where he let his thumb brush over her nipple and watched curiously as it hardened.
“You are the loveliest of all women,” he said in a low tone. Deanna felt his arms wrap around her as he pulled her in close to his body, pressing their skin together wherever he could. The gentle touch of his rough hands across Deanna’s body made her shiver and moan, leaning into his touch.
She cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips met softly, lovingly almost and there was a warmth that wasn’t arousal inside of her. She hadn’t known this feeling in a long, long time. And she wanted nothing more than to hold onto it. The fluttering of her heart, the tingle in her hands, the soft blushing of her cheeks. She deepened her kiss with Teagan.
“I want to carry you to my bed,” Teagan said against her mouth, his lips ghosting over her sensitive skin.
He slid his hands under her thighs, helping her wrap her legs around his hips while he held her up against his body. Deanna felt the tip of his cock brush against the inside of her thigh, so close to her cunt and she gasped a moan.
Deanna clung to Teagan, his hands holding her up by her upper thighs, and he slowly walked towards the bed, which was covered in fur. Once he was there, he gently laid her down and settled between her spread legs. His hand made its way to her crotch once more, his fingers dipping into the wetness of her cunt and gathering some of her slickness on his palm. He wrapped his hand around his own cock, mixing the spit and the slick, then guided his tip to her entrance.
“I want you to look me in the eyes,” Teagan said, and Deanna met his gaze steadily. Her fingers were already digging into his shoulders in anticipation, and she panted nervously. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
He entered her slowly and his eyes didn’t leave hers once. Her eyes widened when his cock stretched her insides in ways unfamiliar to her, she dug her nails into his skin, not caring whether she’d leave marks or not. Deanna gasped soundlessly, arching her back slightly but never looking away from Teagan.
Teagan let out a laboured breath once he was fully buried inside her, he let his head fall forward, burying it in the crook of her neck. Deanna wished she could’ve taken the short moment of piece to let her body adjust to the size of his dick, but it was too overwhelming. She had never had something so big inside her and before she could get used to it in some way, Teagan started to move.
His thrusts made Deanna moan with a high pitch, she wanted more and yet she was already overwhelmed by this. By Teagan’s touch, his moans in her ear, his lips on her neck and his cock inside her cunt.
“Fuck, you’re so lovely,” Teagan said between thrusts, pushing himself up with his arms so he could look at her while his pace quickened. “I have wanted to do this for so long.”
Deanna wrapped her legs around his hips and using the momentum, she turned them over, changing their positions. His cock buried deeper inside her and she moaned in surprise but quickly adjusted to the new sensation. “I wanted you ever since Redcliffe,” she said and started to move her hips back and forth. “Ever since I first met you.”
“Maker,” Teagan said, his hands taking hold of Deanna’s hips, helping her ride on his dick. Something that he didn’t even dare imagine in his wildest fantasies.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I wanted you,” Deanna said, wincing when the cock inside her hit an overly sensitive spot inside her. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”
Teagan watched her ride him for a while, letting her choose her own pace and rhythm. He let one of his hands wander from her hip to her cunt, feeling the way, she stretched around him. His fingers found her clit one more and started massaging it in the way he had before.
She almost fell forward as the waves of pure pleasure almost overwhelmed her. She caught herself with her hands on his heaving chest. “Fuck, I am so close.”
Teagan sat up, pressing their upper bodies together while Deanna kept riding him without relent. He wrapped his arms around her, supporting her as she was chasing her own pleasure. Deanna’s hand found her own clit and continued to massage it.
“I want to come inside you,” Teagan said. He had put one of his hands on Deanna’s ass, helping her move on his cock. “I want to fill you up.”
She bit her lip at his words, trying not to moan too loudly in pleasure. “I want you to. I need you to fill me up.”
A very small and quiet thought appeared in her mind, urging her to think about the possible consequences but she was too far gone, they had already crossed every line they shouldn’t have, and it had brought her nothing but joy and pleasure. Thus, that small and quiet thought disappeared in her mind.
The tension that had built up inside Deanna was close to turning into an explosion that would wipe every thought from her mind, she’d forget her own name and the only thing she’d remember was Teagan, his cock inside her, his calloused hands on her body. His kisses that held the promise of something more.
“Come with me,” Teagan asked. “Come for me, Darling.”
And she did. Her muscles spasmed around him, bringing Teagan to his climax. Their exhausted moans echoed through the room as they clung to each other, the movements of Deanna’s hips were faltering as she rode out her orgasm. Teagan bared his teeth and stopped her with his hands, the overstimulation edging on becoming painful.
Deanna let her head rest on Teagan’s shoulder, panting as she slowly came to the realisation that every muscle in her body seemed to ache. Sweat was running down on her body and when she licked her lips she tasted salt.
Teagan’s hands drew calming patterns on her shoulder blades. She tried to guess whether he was tracing the shape letters, but if he did, they didn’t make any sense to her, and she didn’t try to further understand what it was he was drawing. All she knew is that the tingling feeling his rough fingertips left behind made her want to close her eyes, curl up at his side and sleep forever.
“I—,” Teagan said, pausing after the first word as if he was still searching for the right words. “This was amazing.”
Deanna smiled, tired but content. “You are breathtaking, Teagan.”
Teagan guided her head up, bringing them eye to eye. There was a sincerity in his expression that made her want to cry and kiss him. With the softest voice, he said, “I was a fool not to marry you back in Redcliffe. I could’ve had you.”
Deanna smiled, brushing the sweaty strands of hair out of his face. “You have me now.”
Teagan sighed, his brows furrowing. “We both know that we have to find a solution for this.”
“Not tonight,” Deanna said, tilting her head to the side, studying every detail of the man’s face. Every line, every nook and cranny and every tiny scar. His hair had started to grey already, and Deanna made note of every strand that showed some of the shining silver.
“Not tonight,” Teagan repeated in agreement. He winced as Deanna lifted herself off his lap and his cock slid out of her wet and soft cunt. They crawled under the heavy blankets and cuddled close, wrapping their arms around each other.
The second time Teagon’s cock slid into her was less hurried, there was no rush in seeking their pleasure and climaxes. Instead, there was a silent understanding between the both of them, that each touch, each kiss and each whispered word of lust was an intimate thing, something they vowed to keep in their hearts, no matter what would happen.
Deanna was lying on her back; Teagan rested his head on her chest and her hand was caressing his hair. She looked up at the ceiling as she spoke. “I am going to talk to him. I will make him understand.”
Teagan hummed and his voice send vibrations through her chest. “Do you want me to be there with you?”
She smiled. “No. This, I must do alone.”
“I understand,” he replied quietly.
“Teagan?” Deanna asked. The tone in her voice made him raise his head to look at her.
“Yeah?”
“I love you. In a way that I have never loved anyone.”
Teagan stared at her in shock and Deanna began to regret her words as a smile so soft and intimate spread on his lips. “I love you, too. Deanna. More than anything.”
She cupped his check with her hand. “We will figure this out.”
He turned his head to press a kiss to her palm. And within his kiss, there was a promise. We will.