Chapter 1: Introduction
The tavern's wooden sign, worn by a thousand windy nights, creaked outside as the door slammed shut. A few patrons glanced up from their flagons, then back at their mugs, and the usual tavern noises resumed: raucous laughter, off-key singing, and a few prices haggled from the ever-present trader.
A weary figure stepped up to the bar, signaling to the barmaid.
Lescal, known for his heroics in slaying the ferocious dragon terrorizing the outskirts of Ferelden, brushed off the accolades. He hooked his boot-clad foot on the rung of a barstool, revealing his honest, simple desires beneath the fame.
A sultry voice whispered behind him, "Would you mind if I sat?" Nissa's hand rested delicately on the bar, her dark eyes locked on his.
Lescal turned, taking in her allure. Long, black hair cascaded over her shoulder, and her thin lips curved into a captivating smile.
"Of course," Lescal said, then motioned vaguely with his hand, "Please."
Nissa slid onto the stool next to him, crossing one long leg over the other. Her teasing smile never wavered as she signaled the barmaid for a drink, eyeing the way Lescal's eyes roamed over her slender form.
She leaned in, almost conspiratorially, as she spoke, her voice low and sultry, "And what keeps such a hero out on a night like this?"
Her perfume, heavy and intoxicating, wafted up from her smooth skin as she leaned in closer to Lescal, feeling his body tense with interest. She was using all her succubus wiles to lure him into her coil.
Lescal's throat went dry, and he gulped down a mouthful of his drink. "Just out enjoying the ale," he said lamely.
But the way she focused on him made Lescal forget the ale and the warm ale-stench of the tavern. Instead, his thoughts were consumed by her - by the way her lips curled when she smiled, and how she studied him through long, dark lashes.
Their thighs brushed against one another, setting off sparks, and heat coiled deep inside him. Lescal could already imagine the feel of her smooth skin. Suddenly, the tavern seemed even dimmer, cozier - more private with her seductive closeness.
Her dark eyes searched his, smoldering with expectation, and Lescal's pulse raced.
"I know of a private room we could make use of," Lescal rasped, wresting control of his thoughts from her hypnotic presence. It was his turn to take the lead.
"Mm, I thought you'd never ask," Nissa purred, following close behind as Lescal found them a secluded room in the tavern's back corner.
The moment the door clicked shut, her lips crashed against his, her hands sweeping through his hair.
He groaned, gripping her waist, pulling their bodies flush. Her firm breasts pressed against his unyielding chest, and his hard cock strained against her thigh.
Nissa dragged her lips from his, trailing them down over his jaw, nipping and biting as she descended. "You're even more enticing than I'd imagined," she murmured between kisses.
"I'm glad I wasn't a disappointment," Lescal said hoarsely as she reached his neck.
Her lips wrapped around the shell of his ear, her teeth grazing the lobe, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body.
"Far from it," she breathed, licking and nibbling along his collarbone.
Lescal's hands roamed anxious circles over her back, then slid slowly down, cupping her ass and pulling her harder against his growing erection. Her hips rolled instinctively, grinding against him. She moaned wantonly, matching his urgent rhythm.