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 Posted: Nov 10 2017, 03:22 PM
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15 Drakonis, 9:41

It didn’t take much to gather nobles in the palm of one’s hand. They grew giddy over intrigue, and Everett wouldn’t deny them that. Well, that and coin. The pirate is well off enough, even if it wasn’t as well off as he would like to be. It wasn’t coin he was after by going to Val Royeaux, however. No, he had his sights set on something a tad touch more useful for his planned voyage ahead with his crew and coin would do fuckall for him on the open seas. He needed supplies, and it just so happened that Val Royeaux had plenty of that. His stolen ship didn’t take much tweaking to be made to look less menacing, banners matching the rather ugly and pompous Orlesian style that would not turn much of a second glance. To them he was but a passing merchant, an unassuming human tending to his business. Indeed he is, blue eyes turning to the Antivan woman at his side. Long, dark curls had been pulled back, the two he took with him within the capital made to look put together. No sense in drawing attention to one’s self within a place that loved to watch.

”Ishmer, darling,” he began, a hand lifting to alight upon her shoulder. She was shorter and quicker, and would make quick work of what he needed her to do. ”Just like we planned, right. Scope it out, pave the way.” She nodded her head, destinations already discussed beforehand so it would eliminate being overheard. A gaze shifted from the woman who nodded and ducked away, disappearing into the late afternoon crowd. He could track her movements, but he trusted her to do her job. Everett turned to the elf then, a brow lifting when the man peered around the corner at one of the merchant stalls. The rogue shifted closer and shoved an elbow into his ribs, gaining the irritated attention of the taller elf. Piercing blue eyes found his face, and the elf made a dramatic show of rubbing the assaulted area. ”This is a rather important job, Emil,” he said lowly, ”don’t fuck it up.”

The elf saluted him with a half-assed retort, and with a huff of laughter Everett watched him peel away to tend to his own devices until Ishmer would find him. Which left him to the same fate, the evening oncoming and it wouldn’t be until nightfall that they can finalize the forgery. Hands swept down the front of the vest he wore, attentions turned to the depths of the capital where he knew drink could be found. He had cleaned up nice enough for this endeavor, and now he fully intended to ruin it if it meant entertainment could be had. Booted feet carried the rogue through the streets as daylight waned, the feeling of the daggers secured to his body a small comfort even if he had no intentions of using them. Hands rose to push against the doors into one of the establishments, the Orlesians outdoing themselves even for such a place. A touch too lavish for the Ferelden’s taste, lips pursed as he took stock of his surroundings with roaming eyes. One of the women rose to greet him, a hand placed upon his arm with an inviting touch. She was fair-skinned, hair cascading down from where it was no doubt loosened and he grinned as an arm was lifted to fall across her shoulders. ”Get me a drink, will you?” he said smoothly, watching the expression shift ever so slightly when she heard his accent. It drifted away, however, and with a gentle shove he nudged her towards the bar. This was not before a hand connected with her backside, causing her to jump and offer a devious smile as she sashayed to the bar.

He stalked through the dimly lit room, a woman with short black hair hovering over one of the patrons. He grabbed her arm with a gentle touch, leaning towards her. ”You’ll be with me, love,” he murmured, enjoying the slight look of confusion from her and the irritated glare from the man. He began to rise with words itching to leave his lips but Everett simply shoved him back down, returning the glare with one of his own. ”Best not to test your luck.” With that he guided the woman to one of the posh couches, plopping himself down and pulling the woman into his lap. Time to kill some time.

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Whore houses weren’t a novelty of just Antiva or Tevinter; they were in every major city or port. While Val Royeaux may not be exactly prime sea side, they had their share of the sex houses. People, even prude ass Orlesians, needed to get their rocks off no matter who they were. Lynn often caught herself wondering if the Empress visited one of these or if she just had concubines tucked away for her pleasure and discretion. The strange ideas and/or images a filthy mind drummed up! Now, don’t get her wrong, she loved a good whore and wasn’t one to refuse a visit to the house of purchasable pussy. However she had no problem pulling bitches on her own.

So what brought Lynn Beautri to the whore house she currently sat in? Men liked to be here, whores heard a great deal of information from pillow talk or drunken tongues that mistakenly trust the woman or man who just received their seed. How else do you get information from someone? You fuck their whore. That’d been the plan, her rather stupid and moronic plan but her fucking plan nonetheless! Wrong Lynn Beautri or her family and she got back in rather creative ways. Most Orlesians would attack the others profits, destroy their good name; kill their first born or their son. But not Lynn!

Men and women alike valued their lovers. Luckily for Lynn, she didn’t have lovers in the same sense others did. She’d enjoy some foreplay but stop there. She intended to use her virginity has a bargaining chip one day if needed, plus nobody was fucking worthy of that. Not enough of a shitty person or just too god damn much of one. Today though, today she was inside a whore house to hear what the Duke of Ghislain’s slut had to say about some rather interesting things. Lynn wouldn’t kill the bitch—that was a lie, she likely would before she left the building for the evening—so the information would be given.

With the information in hand, she had some time to enjoy herself now. What did people in whore houses do to enjoy themselves? Easy. She’d weave herself into the arms of some noble from a different country, settling with him with interest. He knew she wasn’t a whore so they managed some actual intelligent conversation and amusing shit before she intended to drag his Starkhaven ass to a room and enjoy herself for a bit. In hindsight, Lynn should pick her outfits better. A white dress was cut in such a way to reveal a small portion of midriff along with just beneath her breasts. She should have known not to dress like a slut in a fucking whore house. Lesson god damn learned, yeah?

A man who she absolutely did not know apparently spotted her. He had a hand upon her arm, whispering something about her coming with him. The look of confusion the man with a very dog lord-y accent received was entirely genuine. She may be a whore but she wasn’t a brothel whore! Perhaps too fucking shocked by the situation or just damn confused in general, she all but stumbled after the man. That patron who looked pissed? Yeah, not a patron to her whore. More like a mutual fuck with no coin involved.

Floored by the brazen asshole, she didn’t find her voice or control over her body until suddenly she was now in his lap and he purred words in that Ferelden tongue that made her skin crawl. Crawl like thousands of little bugs. That’s when the words to the wondrous Starkhaven cock settled in. “While I’m glad I interest you, little puppy, I prefer men who look like they can take a hit. I’d rather fuck a Tevinter.” She said as she actually straddled him, pinning him to the very same couch he’d claimed for them. Lynn placed both hands on his shoulders to keep him against the couch. “Now, I’m going to leave you for my Starkhaven piece of ass and you will fuck whatever elf tickles your dog fancy.” And she would do just that. Or try. Would he even realize she was no slut to be bought?



@Everett ALSO, LYNN WHORE IS WEARING THIS DON'T JUDGE MY CHOICE. ITS CUTE. IT WORKS. FUCK OFF.
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To be quite honest he hadn’t given the woman he grabbed much of a second glance. Determination had settled within him the second he saw her, and not caring much for the interactions between the chosen woman and the man who sat in furthered irritation he acted upon it. The look of confusion that crossed her angled features when she turned to look at him gave him slight pause, though it could have been the result of the the action as he pulled her along with gentle coaxing. With a flourish he sat, bringing the off-guard woman with him who all but spilled into his lap. Hands braced against him and the couch where he sat, and it was then that pale eyes trailed down the length of her body. Bare skin contrasted with the miniscule amounts of fabric that made poor attempts to cover her. He supposed that was the point, although the way she dressed is peculiar for one who worked here. Suspicion could only be confirmed with the fiery words that rose from her lips as her body shifted, the part in the dress riding up as she came to straddle him.

”Ouch,” he responded with a false look of hurt crossing his features. ”You don’t know the amount of hits I can take.” A vague statement that could be taken any way the lady would like them to be taken, the rogue’s mind wandering to other things she could take when his gaze made slow work of finding her face again. Her hands pressed against his shoulders in what he assumed to be purchase to lift off of him, his own hands sliding to grip her hips. A firm hold as fingers curled, head falling against the back of the couch as he fixed her with a devious smile. ”I don’t see any elves that interest me, darlin’. Guess you’re shit out of luck that you happened to be the next best thing,” he said evenly, tilting his head as he considered her. So not a whore, then, but interest had already been piqued.

The man who had been shunned by the rogue sat where he was for a time, waiting and deliberating if he wanted to get up and say anything. A man from Starkhaven who Everett knew he could take easily enough should he try anything. A brow lifted as he peered around the dark-haired woman in a silent challenge. When the man didn’t rise to it Everett almost became disappointed, though he didn’t feel like causing a scene just yet. ”Surely you can do better than that.”

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One good thing about the handsy Ferelden was that he wasn’t easily pissed off. Most Fereldens would have attempted to toss the snarky mouthed Orlesian off them, maybe even take to tossing about a curled fist at the insult. Little puppy suited him quite well in her opinion. Other than his tolerance, Lynn absolutely loathed him already. Maybe he wasn’t the worst thing her eyes laid on tonight but she wanted to grab the nearest object and bash it into his skull a thousand times till brain matter coated her. Until her pristine white attire was little more than a crimson red. Personal restraint had never been Lynn’s strong suit to be truthful when not playing the Game. This was a whore house, this was a Ferelden. No need for personal restraint here.

Claiming he could take a hit—or rather an unspecified amount of them—didn’t make him seem any more appealing in terms of her cunt or arousal. For someone trying to fuck whores, he didn’t exactly broadcast himself well. At her attempt to pin him and leave, the man grabbed her hips. Did she need to spell it out for him or something? Uneducated fuck. Why couldn’t some pretty redheaded elf with way too much ass suit him? Why her? She blamed the outfit. She needed to plan better. While she may have been curious as to why he peeked around her, she didn’t show it. She maintained that knitted brow and slightly pouted expression. Starkhaven wouldn’t come for her or fight for her. Why would he? It was a house filled with whores. He could legitimately just snatch any woman who walked by much like this brutish dog did. “Should he fight for someone who just wanted to suck his cock?” Fuck knows that Lynn wouldn’t. Especially in the building they were in, he could just pay somebody to do it. He was quite handsome so it was likely he could just go to a tavern and pick up someone equally as willing as Lynn without spending much coin at all. “I should instead fuck you because you are some big strong dog lord who will fight for me if he came stomping over?” Her tone was quite condescending. She wasn’t fucking anybody. She liked her virginity. It was a bargaining chip.

Though now she simply wondered if he would start throwing around fists if someone tried to take her away. She imagined not—thank the fucking Maker for that!—but the fact she interested someone wasn’t new to her either. How many other men and women felt the same way? More than just the Starkhaven noble or the Ferelden she currently straddled. “Are you stupid enough to try and win me over or do you just like to get handsy with noblewomen?” Unfortunately for her, she found the situation entirely too amusing. Which, yet again unfortunately, meant that the warrior had no intentions of removing herself from the fucking weird situation she was currently in.

“C’mon, dog, we both know you are better suited for whores as no good Orlesian—or really even bad Orlesian—would fuck you without coin.” Lynn sure as fuck wouldn’t. She likely wouldn’t have even touched the man if he hadn’t all but kidnapped her. He smelled like wet dog, mud and sea water. Repulsive.


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The disgust upon the woman’s features was almost palpable, a devious amusement lurking beneath the surface that refused to come to the forefront even as her cutting words attempted to break him down. Everett knew the look well, something that passed across the faces of many when they heard the words coming from his mouth. It did little to deter him, for usually he casted them aside and went about his business as per usual. For this occasion, however, he had time to kill and so he would take his time. Maybe this would turn in his favor, maybe not. Either way he had made his decision and aimed to stick with it. Pale gaze leveled with the broad when hands gripped her hips, his chosen quarry almost pouting at the current situation. She continued to put distance between them with arms stretched out and hands pushing against his shoulders, more spiteful words coming from her mouth.

At that he grinned, hands sliding up her sides before returning to her hips as he considered her carefully, gaze traveling around her face. ”If they look like you, sure,” he mused, adjusting his weight against the couch to grow more comfortable. It drove his hips up, though the action was not intentionally for that alone. ”Sometimes you find just the right one that is worth fighting for. Even if it is only for a night.” Vague compliments that held no impact, for the rogue would gladly fight any who dared to step up to him. He didn’t pick fights, though he sure as hell finished them. Well, all things considered. Sometimes people were just begging for a fight, and Everett would not deny them that. The next words that piped up from the scantily clad woman drew a brow upwards. Certainly not a whore, and with a mouth like that he had already deduced as much.

The hands upon her hips slid down to her backside, gripping it firmly for several moments and enjoying the feeling of the full flesh. ”I do what I please, love,” he said simply, belief in this words for he knew them to be true. It hasn’t failed him yet, and he was too set in his ways now to care for anything else. Least of all the opinions of uptight noblewomen who stuck to their safe and boring routines. Well, all things considered. Even when they decided to get dirty and dangerous they played it safe, unless you wanted to count murder into it. She seemed to not like the rogue’s answer, more insults falling so freely from her lips as she continued to glare upon him. Hands rose quickly from where they were, hands wrapping around her wrists to pull hers from his shoulders, locking them into place upon his lap as he rose forward to fix her with a small smile as he pulled her close. ”Best watch that tongue, you don’t know how I am in bed. Maybe they’d end up paying me.”

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To the Ferelden beneath her, he apparently saw her as worthy to fight over. By now he had to know she was no whore. The Starkhaven man who she originally had her sights set on had done a great deal of work, meaning that when the man beneath her shifted his hip upwards she growled softly. “And I’m your lucky woman for the night then?” Lynn inquired with that same venomous tone. Though the unknown man had a point as much as she loathed admitting or accepting it! The Starkhaven piece of ass wasn’t coming for her. Lynn knew she was a catch; it’s why she wasn’t so easily caught. And he simply watched seething from a seat.

Still the woman did not protest his wandering and eager hands from wandering. What harm could it do? It’s not like Lynn intended to fuck him! If the man she designated to fuck with tonight didn’t want to fight for her but instead pout and seethe like a child who was told no, then perhaps she better off in the lap of the bastard. He said he did what he pleased. She didn’t deny or doubt it by any means. It seemed to fit what little she already knew of the man. He at least had some sort of mystery to him; he didn’t seem like any merchant who might have a reason for being around. They were usually more willing to throw an Orlesian noble from their lap and apologize endlessly for what they did or said or how they touched them. Her brain did not jump to the conclusion of piracy for his occupation.

With a quick and fluid motion, her wrists had the larger set of hands around them. She had no real time to react. He pulled them together then placed them in his lap. Bold of him, she thought to herself as he leaned closer to her with what Lynn decided was a hint of a devious smirk on his features. Enticing to be sure, that little display of prowess! If anybody was to be paid for their skills, it would not be the Ferelden. While a small fraction of her wanted to know if it were true, she knew better than that. She was no young girl lured in by promises and bravado. Er, well, not often!

“Watch my tongue?” Lynn responded with soft thrums of laughter clinging to the words. “Oh, you are cute. My tongue does whatever it pleases to whomever it pleases. Make me stop then, dog lord. You are probably just as bad in bed as you are at seducing.” Partially true, partially false. Lynn found such things interesting and arousing in their own ways. She wouldn’t bed a Ferelden—as she had morals, not many but enough!—but she’d enjoy teasing him until he had to find the nearest willing hole to plough. “Something tells me that my pretty man for the night isn’t going to rescue me. I can rescue myself but damn, I had hopes for him.” They weren’t high hopes, obviously, but hopes nonetheless!

Lynn would rock herself against him slowly to take some resemblance of control. After all, her hands were settled in his lap. “Should I just call you dog lord for the next five minutes or did your mum name you?”


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She did not seem entirely willing to get up either, and despite Everett’s wandering hands that he allowed to glide wherever he pleased the rogue had no intention of holding the woman captive. Although she did for him, an interest taken to her until Everett decided he had enough, and so he intended to hold onto it for as long as it would take his crew to find him. Which, since they knew enough about him to know his tendencies, would not be long once they had finished what they had been told to do. He did not allow for any nonsense upon his crew, goals set in mind that he fully aimed to carry out to completion no matter the costs. The woman did not seem to like his choice of words, a low noise of irritation rising from her throat as she countered it with another jab. It only served to cause the pirate to grin wider. ”I am not a very egotistical man, but I would say that yes you are the lucky woman of the night,” he mused, accented voice rising as the confidence swept into his tone. Everett could handle rejection, he certainly put up with it a few handful of times in his lifetime thus far, but he at least received it better when it came from those like the woman who sat within his lap.

The ones that knew their worth and although Everett cleaned up nice he was well aware of the distaste Orlesians had for those further South. It rolled off of him, never touching any deeper than an idle comment made in jest that jabbed right back towards those who spat at his feet before he fucked off and spent his time on other things and people that were deserving of it. Though as more sharp words rose from her lips he found himself pulling her closer with a firm tug, hands circled about her wrists yet he did not aim to harm her. No, even as a pirate he knew that would get him nowhere and he much preferred a subtle approach. While others of his kind tended to take any and everything he desired there is more to be gained when the targets in mind were willing. A game of sorts, although it never stopped him from killing to take what he wanted. When it came to sex, that was off the table in his mind. Condescending tones lifted with a breathy laugh as an eyebrow pulled upwards as she stared down at him.

The dark-haired woman continued to berate him, insults of which he took in stride. She had hoped the man would come to her aid when the rogue had pulled her away, but he already knew he wouldn’t. Though as her hips rocked against his and hands would glance over lower parts of his body his breath hitched faintly in his throat. She asked him of his name, taking a stab at his heritage and he offered a flat smile yet said nothing. At least, not yet. Instead his weight pushed against her and with his hands still holding hers with a deft movement he turned their positioning until she was the one upon the couch. Yet she didn’t merely sit on it, flattened onto her back and only then did Everett release his grip as his own eyebrows rose. His knee knocked against hers so he could plant it on the cushion between them, his other leg braced upon the ground. His palm flattened against the sofa by her head while the other curled against the back of it.

He was not quite pressed against her, allowing some space between them as he peered down at her. ”Some call me Everett, though I suppose dog lord would do just fine if that suits your fancy,” he chided, shoulders rolling in a shrug. ”Dogs are adorable.” At that a genuine grin did find his lips, and his elbows bowed to bring him just a tad touch closer as he searched her face. ”Should I call you some Orlesian slut or did your mum name you?”

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Even if the man who she now straddled had intended to keep her captive, that plan would have gone piss poorly. She wasn’t scrawny or weak like many noblewomen throughout Orlais—and likely other nations too!—and she would absolutely show him that should he force her to remain. Though for the moment, Lynn was content with the current situation. Nothing like riling up a man before leaving him to rot! She had no intention of letting him get anywhere with her at least. He could always grab an actual brothel worker and handle the blue balls she left him with.

Part of her personality involved a great deal of sass, insults, and general ass-ness. To the right people it could be considered teasing and perhaps a bit flirtatious. The Ferelden clearly took it that way. He hadn’t tried to toss her from his lap at her insults. “I’ll keep that in mind then, that I’m oh so lucky to be yours for the night.” The Orlesian responded in mockery, the words leaving her lips as if they were meant for seduction instead of to be insulting. Firm tugs brought her closer to him; his hands remained chained around her wrists. Still she made no effort to break his grasp on her. She liked to play!

Not only had Lynn insulted his Ferelden heritage but she insulted his ability to last longer than mere minutes. Could most men? Not in her experience, no! What happened next came as a bit of a surprise. Had her taunting caused it or did he have enough of her rocking hips? He rotated their positions quickly, Lynn couldn’t help but smirk as she no longer found herself straddling his lap. While they remained on the same couch, she was upon her back with him hovering just above her. She had to admit… She rather liked this. Lynn rarely felt guilt and definitely felt none now! They were flirting with some physical elements was all.

Everett, huh? A bland name just like hers though now that he had given her the Orlesian slut nickname, she rather liked that instead. It felt fitting. She watched as Everett leaned in closer to her and her own grin didn’t falter but rather grew. “I think I like Orlesian slut, suits me better, don’t you think?” Well, it wasn’t a wrong title/statement! However, she knew Everett’s name and it only seemed fair. She may not always be fair but she could toss a dog a bone. “My mum named me Lynn. You can feel free to cry it out when you fuck yourself off later.”A hand was then placed on his chest and rested there leisurely while the other hand moved towards his face. Her thumb gently dragged down his lower lip and remained against the soft piece of flesh for a moment. “I take it you are on the seas a lot. All I smell is sea water.” She didn’t say if the scent was unappealing or not. However wet dog and mud was.

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Her intentions remained concealed behind a visage of frustration and devious amusement, the two battling with one another as she kept herself poised above him. Her weight had settled down, becoming comfortable in her position that gave her the advantage. One that Everett would give her for the time being, her mocking tones continuing to spill forth with little care of who she was speaking to. Not that the man would claim himself to be someone of importance. In fact, he likely wasn’t, not that he much cared for being important. It amused him as readily as the woman gathered her own at the current situation, content to tease him with actions while words bit against him. “At the very least I can give you better talk than the lad from Starkhaven. I bet he would regale you with tales of his heroism to get in your skirts,” he responded cheekily, taking the high ground from beneath her as he flipped her over on the couch.

She was grinning, clearly enjoying it with some modicum of sincerity, although Everett doubted it was for the same reasons. Even still, he was accomplishing his goal of wasting time and while he would rather like to waste it doing something else entirely this would have to do. She intrigued him, a feeling that would no doubt pass over time and when he stole off into the night to do what he had originally come to Val Royeaux to do. “Even if you don't want to see what I am made of, I can always picture this face,” he said smoothly, words enunciated with a hand alighting upon her cheek, smaller fingers curled beneath her chin to tip it upwards, “while I'm between the legs of some other bitch.” A playful question was made to rise then, the man thoroughly entertained. “The slut part remains to be seen, but the night is still young.” Well, relatively young. Only an hour or two he expected the others to take, if even that, and he was ready for whenever they would return to him. The dark-haired woman gave her name then, tacking on another jab.

He laughed at that, his head almost drawing back with the force of which it came from his throat. “Now that is very true. I'm the best I've ever had, nobody else has quite done it just right for me. I make do with what I get,” he paused, a considering look crossing his features as pale eyes fell away from Lynn. “Although, there was this one bloke in Nevarra…” he trailed off, eyebrows rising at the memory as his lips pulled down in a ’not bad’ sort of expression. His attention was dragged back to Lynn when a warm hand came to press against his chest, the other cradling his cheek and Everett peered down at her with an arched brow. His lip twitched faintly at the sensation of the thumb that trailed across it gently, the distraction granted as it stirred things lower upon his body.

At her words he brought himself back from idle contemplation. “It’s my life. More freedom on the water than there ever could be on land. I doubt hounding men in a whorehouse you clearly don't work at is your life, noblewoman,” he grinned, eyeing her for a moment in curiosity. “So what is it, then? Daddy issues? Trying to stick it to some man you're being forced to wed? Maybe you just like to be a tease.” His weight shifted and he pulled back slightly to place a hand upon her stomach, fingers splayed out and gently sliding upwards over the slope of her breasts to cup one. “Best be careful doing that, Lynn, not everyone you tease will be so forgiving. You seem like a woman who can handle herself well enough, though, so maybe I'm preachin’ to the choir.”

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Oh, what an interesting night! Lynn was sure the man above her could certainly provide a much better night than the Starkhaven man she’d all but eye fucked. Already he’d provided her with some fun and sport, he seemed to play along with her bullshit. That she liked. Tales of heroics? Lynn made a disgusted expression. Lynn never cared for heroes. She didn’t care who saved Orlais or fucking Thedas. Who did the most fucked up shit? Who disemboweled a Comte because they looked at them wrong? That’s who Lynn liked. Maybe Starkhaven would try to regale her with heroics but she loved the fucked up shit. She thrived on it. For Lynn herself was no heroine. Always the troublemaker and heroes only solved trouble, she liked to make it.

His hand touched her cheek gently before his fingers slid beneath her chin and gently tilted her head upwards. She offered no resistance to the motion. Could her grin grow any wider? She loved to play and Everett played right into her hands. Though judging by the way they met, he was far from playing. A shame, so far he was worth very little to her. She almost wanted it to change. There were worse men to enjoy tonight, weren’t there? She couldn’t help but to laugh at his comment about a Nevarran ‘bloke’ and the reaction thinking of the man brought out in Everett. It seemed that Nevarran man had some rather skillful hands! Maybe Lynn should find out who he was and give the man a visit herself. Every girl loved a man who was good with their hands. Lynn especially considering that she had never let anybody enjoy the full extent of her.

She took a bit of pride in guessing that he worked or lived on the seas. Sea salt didn’t smell horrible but it was overpowering on Everett. It made sense and now it was a proper assumption. Daddy issues?! Lynn scoffed softly as he moved his hand to her stomach and slid upwards until a hand rested upon her breast, yet again she offered no protest. “I’m the only daughter, I’ve got three older brothers. I’m just a rebel who runs an entire noble house, no husband, no betrothed—I killed the last one—I’m just this way naturally.” She purred in response to his inquiry of why she may be in a whore house. She loved her father just fine; it was her damn mother she loathed. The blighted bitch could rot. “I can handle myself,” Lynn confirmed as she slowly pulled Everett closer to her, using the hand against his shirt to pull him. “I’m a trained Cheveliar. I could toss you off of me or snap your neck if I didn’t want you to touch me.”

A woman who could not defend herself was a target. It was pathetic and fucking true. Men were vultures. Orlais was full of predators, a pride of lions constantly at war. Why would Lynn allow herself to be used for the war of moronic lions? Her brothers helped her learn to survive, to fight and thrive in Orlais and in Thedas. She made good use of those hard taught lessons. She just liked to fuck around and be a problem too. It’s not like Everett was attempting to pin her and take her here and now. They were just playing; she was getting him riled up knowingly. Would she let him have her? Eh, maybe. She was rather fond of him already though it wasn’t the sort of fondness that would claim her heart, just her loins.

When the man was pulled close enough, she bit into him. Not hard, mind you, as she didn’t want to scare off the poor dog lord. Just hard enough to be felt by Everett, she removed her teeth from him in favor of running her tongue across the faint marks of her teeth. “Good luck explaining that to the whore you pick tonight.” The Orlesian trilled with amusement. What? He wanted to tease, she could do it too!


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It wasn’t the turn of events he had been anticipating, in all honesty, but it was one he accepted nonetheless. Lynn amused him, as he seemed to amuse her, and it only broadened when she made a face at the mention of tales of heroism. Not interested in such things, that much was evident, and that was a good sign. Everett had no such tales to tell her, most of his exactly the opposite of heroism. Not that he went about killing any and everyone or harassing others to his heart’s content, though it wasn’t a far stretch. The pirate could give her all sorts of stories along those lines, and perhaps some of them might even make this feisty noblewoman uncomfortable. Instead of offering Everett kept them to himself, attentions shifted once again in a moment of reverie even as a hand wandered. It drew a laugh from the woman, a teasing touch granted upon both of them by the other as idle conversation remained the focus even when the man’s mind drifted to other nefarious things he would rather be doing at the moment. Even still, she was providing better entertainment thus far even in the way of conversation than most of the women he came across.

She did not spurn his touch as it roamed across her body, finding the curve of her breasts as she explained the situation. It caused the pirate to falter, eyebrows rising with a grin only widening. Really?” he asked with a hint of a laugh in the disbelieving tones. Well, not entirely unbelievable. From the little he had seen and heard from the noblewoman he wouldn’t put it past her. “Now that I have to hear about. Marriage is a crock anyways.” Fingers tugged at the front of his shirt again, the firm pull allowed as Lynn proclaimed herself to be a Chevalier. His bottom lip pursed out as he nodded at the somewhat impressive title. Everett had fought a couple before, though they certainly had not been like the broad beneath him. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Dame,” he teased, watching as Lynn tilted her head and considered him a moment.

It didn’t last long before soft lips parted and thrusting her jaw forward blunt teeth pressed against his skin in a short bite. It was a sharp sensation, pleasure tugging through him and breath hitching in his throat. His lower body relaxed from where he perched, flattening closer against her when his hips ground against her faintly. Her tongue trailed over the marks before she pulled back, a devious expression upon her face that Everett could only huff at. “That was just rude,” he murmured with a voice lowered with arousal, pale eyes searching her features as his hand glided down to the bare flesh of her thigh exposed by the dress that hardly covered her at all. Underneath the cloth he went, fingers grazing between her legs as he dipped down to return the favor. Teeth found the base of her neck, a firm pressure given to the tender flesh before a kiss was planted to the irritated spot. “Good luck explaining that to the next fool you try to tease tonight.” Everett was sure he was one of them, though he would enjoy it for what it was until she no doubt decided she had enough.

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Everett sounded unconvinced of her murdering ways. She wasn’t the type of woman to have a husband, to have children. She liked being free and unattached. One night stands and repeat lovers were her style. The children Lynn would raise would be her niece and nephews while her brother played Grey Warden, vanishing for months on end if not longer. The tale she spun for Everett was indeed true. She ruled a House, she was unwed, no child, and a murderer. Then again, wasn’t every Orlesian a murderer? However Lynn slaughtered with her own hands, risked being caught by spiking wine and food by her own hands rather than trusting a paid agent or a servant who could be bought with coin.

Threaten him with a good time? Well, damn, Lynn was almost amused and aroused by just the words alone! Was he sincere? Was that his version of a good time? Maybe they were a better fit together than either of them imagined. When she’d sunk her teeth into the flesh of his neck, she did so as perhaps a way to test his patience. Would he cave in and demand fucking? And maybe part of her was a touch eager to put her mouth on him in some way. Far too classy to kiss him outright, Lynn needed to play as much as she needed to win.

However she found that she rather enjoyed his reaction to her bite. His hips relaxed and rested against her just enough for her to feel his pelvis upon hers in a grinding motion. Unfortunately it did not last nearly long enough. Rude? Lynn?! Never! Oh, they both knew that to be a lie already. She enjoyed feeling him begin the displays of arousal, of sexual need. Why? Only because it was for her and nobody else until she decided that she was done with the dog lord of the seas. Everett did more than call her rude. He returned every bit of her teasing, even going a step further than she had.

His hand slipped between her legs, revealed by a dress that hardly counted as a dress at all. She didn’t tell him no or swat him away. If anything Lynn moved her hips against him just as he’d done to her! This time it was her neck being pierced by teeth, a soft inhale could be heard in response. Only when his lips pressed against the impression of his teeth did she exhale. Clever little dog, wasn’t he? She rather liked it, honestly. “Oh? You think I’m going to just tease you and leave you?” Lynn feigned shock and offense verbally though her expression betrayed her faux offense. She looked completely amused by his statement. “And what if you are the last one I decide to tease tonight?”

If things continued on in this manner, he just may be the last one Lynn would leave high and dry. Or, if he were even luckier, he’d not be left high and dry by any means. She’d see what Everett had to offer soon enough. The Orlesian decided to take control. Placing one hand upon his chest and another under his arm to hook onto his shoulder, Lynn used a bit of leg power to reverse the situation. Now it would be Everett beneath her instead. And she really adored the view from up top. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned in closer the hand that had once been around his shoulder slinked down his side and gripped his waist. “I’m more of a top,” She purred and winked before sliding her second hand up his chest slowly. “You look better this way too.”


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How easily she shifted personas, or perhaps it was merely a mask she dropped to get a proper look at the rogue. Orlesians were all too fond of their masks, and while Lynn wore her expressions openly Everett would be a fool to believe every damn thing that slipped from her soft lips. These nobles were born into it, cushioned throughout their lives with all of the terrible deeds kept behind the curtains of gilded homes that thwarted any attempts to peer into the truth. They often would live lies, spinning them around into eloquent webs that ensnared most who happened upon it. The pirate was no stranger to such things, and had to learn his lessons the hard way. Lynn seemed much the same, albeit perhaps in a different way, and he could see the truth within her glinting eyes. He could also see the devious intent coupled with interest of her own that could not yet be brushed aside.

Her hips rose up against him, giving easier access to the hand that had found its way between her thighs. Fingers would curl to tease as teeth found the tender flesh of her neck, chest heaving with a slow inhale that pressed her further against him until he drew back with mischievous quips returned with a voice that had deepened somewhat with his growing arousal. A falsified look of shock found her features, yet despite the words she said it was clear she had other things in mind. It drew another laugh from him, the hand between her legs removed to put a firm grip on her thigh. “It was expected. Anything else and you might be mad,” he replied nonchalantly, shrugging as much as his position allowed when she implied he might be the last one she teased tonight. “If that is the case, perhaps you are mad.” He had barely finished talking when one of the noblewoman’s hands planted against his chest and the other hooked beneath his arm.

He could feel the muscles flexing within her legs as they pushed against the couch and he became almost weightless for a moment as the room spun. The cushions pressed firmly against his back as he found himself the one pinned, Lynn poised over him and grinning as she bit her bottom lip. Everett’s eyes dropped to watch the action, her weight comfortable even when it leaned against him and a wandering hand found his waist. Sultry voice proclaimed her dominance, something the pirate questioned still though did not say so aloud, and heat spread where her hand touched against his chest beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. It dipped low, and laying as he was he could feel his concealed dagger digging into him. It was something he paid little mind to, attentions far better placed with the woman straddling him. His own hands found her hips again, trailing over to cup her ass and give it a squeeze that did not relent even when fingers curled over the curve of her sides as he drew back. It pulled her down as his hips shifted to grind against her. “I rather like the view myself,” he commended her, giving her a cursory look, “but I don’t think you would be able to handle me, Lynn. Not at that capacity.” A challenge, perhaps, and not one he expected her to take him up on. While he would rather be doing other things to her than talking he could appreciate some foreplay given the right person.

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The roles changed at her whim and likely would change again when Everett decided. That was absolutely part of the appeal of remaining with him versus finding another or returning to the man he’d stolen her from. Normally she might be repulsed by someone touching her in the way he was. Lynn, however, had always been attracted to danger. And Everett was definitely a dangerous type. Nobody who so easily tolerated her shit and gave it back could be an innocent man or woman. She held no delusions on what kind of man now rested beneath her. The grabbing of her ass provoked her lips to twitch upwards. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who liked what they saw!

Suddenly Lynn felt herself being pulled against him. Well, at least her hips were being pulled downwards. She didn’t fight it by any means. Well, wasn’t this a fun night? If she’d actually let him do more than their attempt at foreplay through clothing remained to be seen. For now they both seemed to be enjoying themselves. She could feel just how much Everett liked it. That just made her all the more delighted in the situation and all the more confident in herself. Though honestly Lynn didn’t need much more confidence… She was already a cocky bitch.

Was he challenging her? She arched a single brow at his statement. Not handle him? Lynn thought she already handled him quite well given the hardened cock beneath her. She’d handled worse and better men than Everett. However the challenge sparked something in her. She simply had to prove she could. “Well, I’d love to prove you wrong.” The Orlesian woman teased and brought her mouth closer to his. Her volume dropped into almost a whisper. “But I think it’s you who cannot handle me, Everett. Or do you want to prove me wrong too?” Whether she intended to back up those words remained to be seen.

After her mouth ceased its taunting, she brushed her lips against his. Not quite a kiss but their lips indeed met. Her lips would not leave his however until after her teeth grabbed at his bottom lip, pulling at the delicate piece of flesh and rolling it between her teeth. Only then would her lips leave his. They could remain like this for the next hour and Lynn would be satisfied with it. Everett may not be but she would! At least the whore he’d take after her wouldn’t have to do too much for her or his pay.


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Time was lost to both who sank against the touch of the other, so easily pliable and quick to react no matter what the other decided to do. It was a far cry from Everett’s recent exploits, and a breath of fresh air because of it. Lynn seemed to enjoy it as well, although just how much she was enjoying herself remained to be seen. No doubt the two crew members he sent off into the early night were well at work doing what they needed to do, and any moment one of them would find him and he would need to steal away. As much as he fell into this playful dance he was not unfamiliar with restraint, yet for the time being he did not care to think about the work he had set out before him. He would much rather be focused on the attractive woman currently straddling him than the heist he had planned, and so it was not hard to see the way the ever present amusement shifted into something far more devious. She allowed Everett’s movement of her body, bringing them closer together and the shifted weight caused him to settle against the cushions with a relaxed posture. A challenge had been issued, bait dangling before the hardened woman who snatched it up with ease and a brow arched as she cocked her head to study him. He simply beamed up at her, smile upon his lips, although it did not take away the glint in his eyes.

Teasing words slipped forth as Lynn leaned down until their chests almost touched. It brought her face inches from his own, Everett letting the woman do whatever she pleased in this moment with the illusion of control she had. He could feel her breath against his mouth, a counter challenge issued that caused him to let out a small huff of a laugh. Words often spoken by those who decided they were able to handle just what the pirate had to offer, but that did not last long once they saw what that meant. So easily the situation could shift with a forceful hand. It was just a matter of finding those who could receive it in kind and not become wary. Lynn seemed to be just that type, a dominance in the rogue’s mind settling at the forefront of his mind but he refrained as his lips parted to offer a retort only to be cut short when Lynn snatched his bottom lip between her blunt teeth. They ground against the sensitive flesh, a spike of pain intermingling with the pleasure and Everett could feel the tug that had him digging his fingers in tighter as his breath hitched. She pulled back, and he pulled the assaulted lip into his mouth. He eyed her a moment before one of his hands freed itself from her hip to grab her jaw firmly.

Fingers splayed across her throat as he spun her around so that she was once more beneath him, legs still on either side of him as he leaned against her. He let out a gentle hum in contemplation, finding her wrists to pin them above her head on the couch with an unrelenting grip. His face hovered before her own, gaze searching her features and he decided that he liked this view better. ”I don’t think you know what you would be getting into with that one, love,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous as his mouth quirked into a smile. ”Back your words up with action and perhaps I will be more inclined to believe them.” Pressing himself closer he claimed her mouth with his own, the faintest touch she had teased him with before given to her in full. He half expected her to shove him away with that, though he could say her lips were as soft as they had looked.

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