He knew it had been a while since his last visit. Ruth also knew she would pitch a fit at his missing eye, unsure if word had filtered through her other connections. It didn’t matter anymore. The elf had adapted, sometimes forgetting, but he rarely stumbled to a fall anymore or bumped into corners of things. He hadn’t expected to add hammocks to the latest thing to reacquaint himself with.
Don’t think about it…
The image flashed before him just as the thought betrayed him, ass shifting in the saddle uncomfortably. His head shook while urging his horse forwards, riding up the path towards the Back Water’s stables. No-one seemed around at first, but Ruth paid it no mind, still distracted as he dismounted and sheltered the beast. Unusually he lingered, and needing his hands to be busy toyed with the horses mane, knotting it into strands.
Why he invited her, I don’t know. I mean I know why, but it’s the ceremony? It’s literally me, Haulean, Meg, him and the fuckwad marryin’ them and I doubt they are gonna be packin'. His voice trailed from a whisper to a hushed muttering, and eventually he’d sigh and begin grabbing his stuff. He can’t seriously think he’s gonna die on his wedding day. I’ll kill him. Again. After I bring him back, he's not leaving me with her again. No. He wouldn’t, but only because Meg didn’t deserve it. She deserved a win, one that wasn’t forced on her like Arlathan.
Dropping his pack on the stables threshold, Ruth leaned against the open doors. Dora was fun, annoyingly reliable but he’d liked that she’d been on the outskirts. Being Nairn’s new mech meant she was closer, nearer and around people who knew things about him. Was there an agenda besides business, friendship? He’d a clearer picture of the trust he’d had when she was just a professional contact. Now it felt complicated, his mask slipping on occasion in her company far too easily for his liking. What the fuck is wrong with me… again shaking his head while he looked over the place.
After a while, a grin began to grow. Ruth chuckled,You gonna come out of your hiding place, or am I gonna need to sniff you out like some mabari mutt? A devious look was cast around in search, ears tipping to catch the first altering sound of her feet shifting. How long you been standing there, eh?
Long enough to know you need to be fucked, and bad, that's what's wrong with you... She teased playfully as she padded into the stables, already dropping her dress to the hay as she came up behind him and pressed to his back. Ruth had come to visit her at just the right time -- she had been left too many times over the last few nights, incredibly unfulfilled and needed the type of relief only he could offer her. Her arms snaked around his middle as she hugged to him, burying her face into the robes he wore, careful not to touch anywhere that she knew from their years together would be an immediate stop to their time together.
Wanna tell me what's got you so riled up, or do I need to tease it out of you? And you know I can tease just about anything out of you. But something told her that this wasn't just a normal visit, he might need something different, her to play a different part. Over the years she had played many different parts for Ruth, and every time she did, she knew it was because of a woman -- none of the male partners he ever took left him like that. She wondered if it was because men just were less problematic in their approach to sex, but she knew that couldn't be the case.
Then again, it would be nice to see you on all fours while I ride your face. Choice is yours Ruth, tell me what you need, since I definitely didn't expect you back so soon yet. She made no move to undress him, even if she was already soaking wet at the prospect of a public shag -- customers would be coming by soon enough, and everything had already been taken care of for the night, so she wouldn't be getting called away any time soon. You need me on my knees, my mouth wrapped around your cock, or ass up in the air, trembling and dripping for you to fill me, or do you want to stretch me wide with fingers and take me up the ass. She trailed off, sighing a little at the heat he put out through that robe of his.
Ruth scoffed as she teased him because she was right. It had been a short while since he had the opportunity for a good fuck. The flutter of fabric gathering on the ground caused his grin to widen though while his arms remained loosely hanging even as hers slid around his middle to gently lean into his back. It was reassuring to know someone understood where to leave well alone when it came to touching, the lines marring his back were not stories he spoke on during flings of fancy. Willie understood that.
Oh it’s just as you say. In need of a good fucking. He’d sigh, lying effortlessly. She could wonder about the finer details all she liked but Ruth was in no mood to delve into a session, talking about the little feeling he allowed to surface. Maybe after she cleared his head a little he’d perhaps own up to needing something, but the stubborn independent streak in him walled up most times.
The filth that dripped out her mouth caused him to laugh, head tilting back to let it ring out in the stables. It broke some of the tension in his shoulders, the gremlin in him taking over. Taking one arm, Ruth spun her around to face him, edging her up against the stables frame using his few inches to tower over her. I think here, and like this, is a good place to start.
A hand found her hip, sliding down over the softness of her skin to hook around the underside of Mina’s thigh and with little effort hoisted her upwards. Using the frame as leverage, Ruth pushed himself into her, grinding his pelvis against the slick warmth of her centre. The hand at her elbow made a slow journey down her side, he could trust her to hook her ankles around him while his digits scouted, gripped and teased her bare chest, guiding a nipple into his mouth to tease, mumbling, I better not hear a word of complaint, either. I can smell how wet you are for me, Willie-minx.
There was an intrinsic sort of trust that came from being someone's sexual partner for the better part of one's adult life -- the sort of trust that allowed him to man-handled her into the position he wanted, while she did what she needed to help facilitate the position -- hands gripping the edge of the horse stall, for instance, to help keep her weight low for him to be able to thrust up into her over and over until he came from the effort -- her ankles crossing behind his back, so that even in his more frantic moments, they'd not slip apart. Trust was something that they had for one another in these moments, and the understanding that what they did in the dark was between them, whether it be because of someone else or not, their time being adjoining puzzle pieces was theirs and theirs alone.
And those years had made it so that she knew where not to touch, where not to make comments -- her body situated finally, and her folds parted and filled, she let one hand come down to his shoulder, her thumb along his neck, to trace over the column of his throat as his lips closed around air pebbled flesh. Being a whore, one would have thought that she lost all the joys of sex long ago, but with she never had with Ruth. One of her regulars had told her it was a disease of the mind, her compulsion to fuck and be fucked -- he had read about it, he said, in one of the manuscripts in the City -- nymphomania it was called, which she didn't believe, she could stop any time she wanted, and she was going to, for Colt. She really was -- after she sorted Ruth out a few more times.
Only for you, you know that, you got me trained that by the time I know it's your horse coming up the lane I already start dripping down my legs, and lucky for you, she breathed quietly as she teased her thumb along his throat, to have him look up to her, so that she could claim those lips with her own, to feed deep of the kisses she dreamed of so many days and nights. I've not had a client in over three days now and you know I can only shove my own fist in me so many times before even that loses it's appeal. Can't even chop courgettes for the stew either without thinking they'd do the trick. I was contemplating the aubergine too, and then here you are, answer to my prayers.
She was comfortable. A safe bet, but adventurous sexual partner. And while the nasty green eyed goblin that lurked in him would have everyone believe there might be more to the lust than met the eye, she knew better. He was a jealous lover, but not in the usual way. She could fuck whoever she wanted, even Colt, if she hadn’t already, and he wouldn’t bat an eyelid. She was free. Like him. To explore whoever and whatever they wanted.
Something in the air was changing though. Ruth didn’t know what, or when it would strike, but the foreboding was something he couldn’t quite shrug off, even as her tight core wrapped around him so perfectly. Fuck.
Hips rolled, roughly thrusting up into her just to hear that delightful little squeak of hers. Ruth grunted, his eye rolling lazily in time with each of his thrusts. Deep, heavy, building in tempo to chase that temporary high. Gods he needed that image out of his mind, their position currently all wrong, but the pleasure still clawed along every nerve as he ground into her. Ruth scoffed a laugh, Normally I’d not care about who you’re fucking, or not fucking, but right now… Hands readjusted, dropping her deliberately, but safely back to the ground. Right now I just want you screaming.
His hands snatched her chin, cupping and forcing a hard kiss, teeth biting. Without leaving her a breath, hands turned her around while he backed her up against the stable doors, reaching to open the top half. Lemme see that ass jiggle.. he’d hum, his cock twitching against her folds while a hand roamed down from her shoulders along her back, pressing her to bend over the door.
So what if the regulars, or Coop caught the show… what did he care about that as he drove back into her. Courgette’s ain’t got shit on this…
She was shocked by his sudden pull from her, the drop to the ground, and she was absolutely the wettest she had ever been in her life with him -- not the pirate woman, nor Dora, nor any number other of her usuals had ever pulled such arousal from her before, a long string of slick sliding down her leg as he bent her over the stall door, her legs moving apart of their own accord as she reached a hand down to slide two fingers over her lips, spreading them wider apart, and then gently ringing him, to add an extra level of friction for him, of grip that she knew he was needing in that moment. Something had riled him, riled him hard, and send him straight to her, and she knew these moments of need were often times the result of something he wouldn't allow himself for some reason or another, and she was more than happy to give him exactly what he needed.
She tilted her hips some, so that each thrust would have him sinking deeper in her, bottoming out inside her, she'd be dripping him down her legs for the next few days, unless she could coax him into the baths after this, have him work his fingers inside her over and over until either he got a whole fist in her, to pump inside her over and over, or she pushed him back into the seat and rode him hard for several hours. They'd be sweaty and tired and would nap in the big bed, him growing soft inside her still, leaving a trail of semen along her skin, marking her, Maker help her, she wanted to give herself fully to Colt but moments like this, when she felt the full press of Ruth's cock inside her, she was torn between trying to beg him to make a go of it, and even if she knew, without a doubt, that it'd end poorly for the both of them.
Gonna fuck me till you can't stand anymore, Ruth? Pump load after load inside me that you panic that my normal potion won't do it this time? She waited for the forward momentum to press back into him hard, bouncing just a little as she squeezed her abdominal muscles as hard as she could, to hold him in place as long as possible as she breathed, Or are you going to pull out at the last moment and have me drop to my knees so you can finish in my mouth this time? You'd like that wouldn't you? Your Mina on her knees, lips open wide, tongue laving all over as you fuck my throat nearly raw chasing your release? It's been a while since you let me try and swallow you whole, she looked back over her shoulder, licking her lips suggestively. Or I could make you lay down and ride your face until I came a few times, been a while since we've done that too.
He groaned deeply as her fingers circled around him, her hips tilting to deepen each of his thrusts. Worry of hurting her never entered his mind, she was made for the sweet friction and tortuous dance they were driving to. Her legs were slick against his, and the elf grinned, eyes pinching closed as he fought against the oncoming high that would soon come with release.
Ruth’s head shook with her words, hips driving into her roughly as she taunted him with the fear of siring a brat. Not fuckin’ likely, he panted, Too good. A healer. For that mistake. Kids? Fuck no. There was always a risk, but a disgruntled wench hadn’t popped up trying to claim such in the years he had fucked his way around Thedas.
A hand reached around to tug harshly on a hardened nipple, the smirk across his face frayed before he began kneading the breast harshly, any attempt to prolong the delicious view underneath him.
Tilting his head, Ruth hummed in thought over her words. Her filthy mouth did, however, deserve to be filled but not by his cock. Instead Ruth’s hand reached over, fingers slipping over her lips to pump that warm hole in time with each thrust. Later. Because once wasn't going to be enough to sate and push the images and riling thoughts from his mind. Later I’ll let you suck and gorge yourself. You just. Wrap that pretty little tongue around these for now.
He wouldn't last much longer, even if the image of a certain dwarf sitting pretty on his lap couldn't quite leave his mind. The way Willie's core gripped him and her mouth worked over his digits begged to be filled and rewarded.
The game of teasing him about children, all the more times he had come inside her, was always a favorite of hers. Sometimes it had him thrusting harder into her, faster, to put so much of himself in her in such a short amount of time that even with as good a healer as he was, it’d override the potions he brought her on schedule, and sometimes, it slowed them down, time taken in the act, prolonging the inevitable, as if for the few moments they remained in coitus, they could forget that they’d part ways in a day or so. It was easy to pretend in the moment, that they’d be able to stay as such.
But they were already floating apart from one another, and visits like these, coming far longer in between. Mina didn’t mind, it was a good thing, but she was absolutely certain now it was another woman, and for that, she was excited for him. Pushing anything else from her mind, she threw herself into the moment, rocking back into him hard with every thrust, wiggling her hips side to side as she did, grinding back into him so that it slightly hurt her insides with how deep he was in her. She liked that, the little reminder he had been there, would relish the feel of it, even if she had to take another client later. Ruth’s reminders would lay on her skin and in her body in the form of bites and bruises, little aches and pains, long after another man was dripping from between her folds. Or they had, in the past.
These days, it was only him, the last she was sleeping with, with any sort of regularity, so when he was gone this time, it would be her, and the delicious feeling of him, for days. Yes, Ruth, later I’m going to leave your balls dry from how long I’m going to pleasure you. And then those digits were in her mouth, and her eyes were fluttering closed, muscles clenching in her abdomen at the thought that came to her; she knew Ruth well enough to know there was to be no threesomes for them ever in their time together, he did not share. But two of him? That wasn’t sharing was it?
The idea of being between him and a doppelgänger came slamming into her mind as she whimpered around his fingers, tongue darting around each, between them, over tips and knuckles, alternating between lightly suckling and trying to swallow them down her throat. Four of his unique hands on her, the tug and pull between the both as each tried to find release. She came, hard and fast, a few moments later, fully lost in her head to the image. But she was always quick, the first time, when he didn’t try to edge her into oblivion — now she was going to be able to fully throw her back into getting him there too — always a challenge that she loved to fuck her way through, especially when he was known to go for hours at a time with her before.
She reached a hand between her legs, and looped two fingers around his cock, making a ring that was slightly tighter than what she was able to squeeze him with internally, more friction for him, the same friction he’d find by taking her by the other hole he so loved to fuck her by. From the position he had her pinned in, bent over the door like that, it was the most she could do to try and help him find his release in that moment.
Ruth hadn’t always been this careful. In the wilder days of youth, when rebellion still cloaked his skin like a second layer, he'd spilled inside anyone who’d arched their back just right or whispered sweetly with a lie on their tongue. There was a time when the risk of a brat was very real—when it could still happen, if he was honest with himself, though he’d buried that truth deep. A love affair turned poison, the betrayal like rot that never fully left the bones. People came and went, lovers burned bright and fast before leaving them behind. After that, he'd turned the recklessness into routine, the kind of calculated control that made sure nothing ever rooted—least of all a child.
But lately... something had started to slip.
It wasn't just the way Willie moved under him or how there was a place to settle now, with Arlathan. A home for the elves. No, it was something else—a pull, a static buzz that no amount of bruises or slick moans seemed to drown out. The distractions didn’t land like they used to. He was off his game, haunted by things he couldn’t put names to.
Still, when she clenched around him like that, none of that mattered.
Ruth bottomed out with a guttural groan, forehead slick and jaw clenched. He held there, buried deep, throbbing with every beat of her pulse he could feel inside. The slap of his hips against her was less rhythm now and more demand, rough and insistent. Yes, you are, he growled low, like the good fucking girl you are.
Her mouth was a vice around his fingers, her tongue a siren song wrapped around every knuckle, every bend. His hips stuttered, thrusts quickening, as she came, chasing that crashing edge. That’s right, Willie. Cum for Ruth. Her orgasm hit like a quake, body rippling around his cock with such tight, perfect spasms he had to bite his bottom lip, hard, to keep from spilling too soon.
His fingers slipped wet from her mouth, and without hesitation, wrapped around her throat, not enough to choke—but enough to claim. His groan rumbled against her skin, low and drawn as her hand looped back, gripping him tighter. That added pressure, that filthy move, sent him flying.
Here’s to... fucking... round... one, he panted in broken growls, his voice catching on every thrust as he spilled inside her, hand trembling slightly against her throat. His body went taut, hips pressed flush, cock pulsing deep within as pleasure fractured down his spine. Ruth’s hands loosened, though he continued to hold her firm while he leaned the other against the wood of the door. Leaning his forehead into the crook of her neck, Ruth settled into catching his breath, nose rubbing against the skin there.
