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Isabela is always sure of herself. She is as sure footed in the navigation of wooden decks in thrashing gray seas as she is upon the dim, crowded, streets of Kirkwall. She is as confident in the flick of a blade wielding hand as she is in the gentle subterfuge of cheating at cards. She is now just as confident in the scheme she has brilliantly constructed for herself. She does love a good scheme, perhaps that is why a life with Hawke in it was so highly entertaining.
Isabela has strolled through this world with a confidence granted by her wits and by her fire. Though it is undeniable that she has certain assets that have very much factored into this whole equation. She has built her life to amuse herself, to fulfill her whims. A brilliant life full of liquor and sex and violence. Of course this life policy occasionally leads to disaster, but is life really as exhilerating without a little terror and uncertainty? Besides, her current predicament has led to this very grand scheme. Or at least, she was telling herself it was a grand scheme. She realized that this would either lead to an abundance of praise or potentially a rather gruesome death.
It was this scheme that had her slipping through the dust dulled streets of Kirkwall’s Lowtown. The center of the city’s most seedy delights. It was unfortunately also full of the stale smell of poverty and the stubborn stain of desperation. She was stealthily working her way to the docks, a place full of a different and more beloved variety of delight. The pirate captain had spent much of the last decade sailing from dock to dock, city to city, each the individual microcosm of a world all its own. She loved the cacophony of smells. It was a veritable perfume of damp wood, of sea salt, fish, and rusted steel.
Practiced steps carried her softly forward through alleyways and down poorly lit streets. It was late enough that they were practically empty, but that was all the more reason to keep to the shadows. These were the hours when those prone to violence haunted the streets robbing their fellow poor for pocket money. Not to mention the added threat of the Qunari who currently rampaged through the city in a vain attempt to right its wrongs. Despite having shaken down plenty of ships and people for their goods in the past herself, Isabela had no time for it tonight. She most certainly didn’t have time to be on the receiving end of this treatment. She couldn’t afford delays. She was already headed into the lion’s den.
The trip into the lion’s den was at the heart of her grand scheme. Tucked by her hip was the stupid, water logged, book that started this whole mess. The whole reason she was still landlocked. This, this pesky old book, was the most important piece to her plot. It had not been easy to get her hands back on the book. Still she had done it. With a myriad of schemes and only a little spilled blood. She had retrieved the accursed book and was on route to start cleaning up this mess. Although she was hardly about to shoulder the blame entirely for the situation, she was aware she should have a little, even if she wasn’t about to voice that out loud. The true bulk of the blame should be on Castillon. He had been the one who had sent her after the book in the first place after all. Castillon would have to be a problem for future Isabela to deal with, however. For now with the Qunari causing chaos in the city she had to deal with the Arishok first.
Isabela wore a cloak over herself, something to hide and prevent the glint of lamplight on the polished gold of her favorite jewelry. It helped further maintain her stealth as she made her way towards the estate the Qunari were using as a base. She could hear the sounds of a skirmish as she drew nearer to the Qunari compound. The bellowed battle cries and the metallic clang of weapons were ricocheting off the stone walls of the tightly packed buildings and cobbled streets. The cloaked pirate ran a perfectly manicured finger along the rough spine of the Book of Koslun as she pressed onwards.
When she had reached the warehouses about a block out from the property she was seeking, Isabela easily scaled the tallest warehouse nearest to her. A perfect vantage point to observe the Qunari who skirmished with the Kirkwall City Guard. She could also see the lone globes of flame from torches and lamps carried by Qunari who formed a perimeter along the dock adjacent to the estate. She silently picked herself a path with eyes that looked almost like black discs of dragon glass in the darkness. She would keep mostly to the roofs until she got as close as she could and from there it was as simple as evading the view of the patrolling Qunari. This was easy for one with skills as honed as her own.
With an ease born of that unwavering confidence Isabela traversed her path towards the main building of the compound. As she understood it, it was an old shipping warehouse loaned out to the Qunari as a sign of good faith. Faith that at this point had undoubtedly been crushed beneath their very large heels. She held her breath and crushed herself into a corner as one of the patrols passed her. She could smell the sweat and oiled leather from their armor on the night’s warm breeze. After another moment’s pause she pushed herself up through a window left unlocked.
Tsk-tsk. She silently chided as she stalked her ways through the barren corridors. As she had suspected it was mostly empty. The Qunari forces were out trying to forcefully bring the order of the Qun onto Kirkwall. She just had to find the Arishok’s chamber and make her exchange. From there she could disappear into the night. Tomorrow she could valiantly flaunt her successful schemes to Hawke and the others. Of course she realized this was all easier said than done. She had to focus on the now, and the now happened to be the very large Qunari warrior outside what she correctly presumed to be the Arishok’s chambers.
Isabela set into motion. With a few quick strikes and the flare of her cloak she had dispatched the guard in front of the door. She grunted a bit as she prevented the body from slamming to the floor. Then stepping over it she let herself inside. The Arishok was waiting for her in the middle of the room, looking not dissimilar to a brick wall. He didn’t move as she closed the door behind her, or as she lifted a perfectly tanned hand to pull the hood from her features. Hair like black silk spilling down her shoulders in waves, it was a measured and planned effect. There was an unconcerned smile on her lips.
“I have something for you.” She didn’t wait for him to speak. She strode towards him, dropping the full cloak in a measured movement. The Book of Koslun was produced and set upon a table in the room.
“You think that this will fix things.” It wasn’t a question.
“No.” Isabela grinned and tried to look as at ease as possible. “But it’s a start.” She was aware that the candle light was flattering to her curves. Flattering to the gold collar at her neck, the earrings, the stud below a full lower lip.
She almost didn’t catch him springing into action. Despite his great size he was fast. She hadn’t even caught where he pulled the blade from that found itself embedded in the wall far too close to her head. Her own hand had a dagger at his gut. He would kill her certainly but at least this way she’d do some damage first. She also caught his nostrils flaring to the scent of her. It was an oil bought from Kont-aar the Qunari settlement on the coast of Rivain.
“What do you want, insolent thing?” The Arishok snarled above her.
“I know you want out of here, you couldn’t leave without the book. Now you have the book.” Isabela smirked up at him, but her hand with the dagger to him didn’t waver. “I’ll make it worth your while if you get your boys and sail out of here.”
Isabela lifted the hand free of the dagger and ran a manicured finger tip across the great bared abs of the Qunari who loomed above her. When he didn’t shove her hand away, the pirate captain knew her planning would come to fruition. What a grand scheme indeed. She knew of the Tamassrans and their duty, but Isabela figured she could give them a run for their money. Practiced finger tips began to run further across exposed flesh. She noted he had less armor on than when she had last encountered him. Though he was no less intimidating in stature then he had been previously.
“So what do you say, sweetness?” She asked as fingers danced on his skin, though the tip of the dagger remained light but defensive at his gut.
The Arishok considered for a moment pale eyes dancing between the book and the woman just beneath him. For a heartbeat Isabela thought she had calculated incorrectly. His large hand wrapped tighter about the sword’s hilt as it still was lodged in the wall above her, and the pirate captain did her best to maintain her air of confidence. However, rather than pulling the sword free and killing her with it, that large hand traveled to grip her chin where a finger stroked her jaw. She had been banking on his disgust of Kirkwall to help motivate him to take the out she was offering.
“Very well.” It was voiced cooly, but there was a deep growl at the end that exposed to her exactly where his head was at.
Therefore Isabela did not resist when his empty hand wrapped about her wrist and pulled the blade away from him so he could close the gap between them. Pressed to him she understood that comparing him with a brick wall was not an overestimation. He was remarkably solid, a mass of well defined muscle.
The Qunari picked her up with ease. One hand cradled the perfect ass to which the Pirate Captain owed a sizable chunk of the credit for her vast reserves of confidence. She was thrust, not gently, onto the large table that occupied the center of what must have been a war room of sorts. She didn’t need him to be gentle. Sometimes a girl just needed it a little and tumble. She watched as his practiced hand loosed him from hardened leather faulds. As he stepped back towards her, a hungry expression over stony features, Isabela advertised her lack of small clothes with the lazy shift of her legs.
He approached and she hooked a leg at his hip, drawing him towards her. She was already worked up from the process of sneaking into the compound. From the danger of gambling and the thrill of success. She loved the adrenaline fueled pulse that flooded through her and made her feel acutely alert. So when a large, scarred hand found its way between her thighs she was already hot and slick. This was met with a low growl of approval that rumbled through her thighs in a way that was far too pleasant.
A large finger slid its way in and around her, exploratory and teasing. She shuddered and moaned for him. Hips jutted towards him eagerly, an offer and a plea for more. He brought his free hand up and pressed down on the lowest point of her stomach, pinning her to the table so she could no longer wiggle her hips towards him as his fingers toyed with her. Isabela loved sex, second only to the freedom of sailing. She loved the quickened hearts and the smell of sweat and the slap of heated flesh. She loved the freedom of losing herself in sensation and the momentary displacement of serious thought.
Isabela moaned deep and breathy as fingers were inserted into a hot, wet, cunt. Her head was thrown back and her lips parted. Eyes were clenched shut. She was blond to the candle light that seemed to make her sun kissed skin practically glow. She did occasionally take moments to admire the exquisite form of the Qunari who currently rocked her whole body with two plunging fingers. He did not stop her from reaching down to stroke her clit, teasing the gold and ruby stud that decorated her. It was a sister to those in her belly button and nipples. Her fingers at her clit and his buried in her cunt Isabela brought herself over the finish line. She didn’t bother to smother the half feral moan that tore out of her.
The Arishok slowed his pace as she shuddered about him, but did not pull his fingers from her. He only stopped when she sat up sweat glistening and flushed but still entirely elegant. She grinned and slid the laces at the front of her bodice open. Freeing tits with a glimmer of the gold bars that kept her nipples perky and erect.
“Come on now sweetness, pants off.” Isabela purred. She ran a boot clad foot up the outside of his thigh.
The Qunari wordlessly complied. A belt was discarded and the lacing pulled loose at the front of his breeches. He then released the biggest cock the pirate had ever seen. She grinned and admired the red vitaar that adorned the muscular frame. The pattern ran from his ankles to his inner thighs before joining those across his stomach and chest.
Mmmmm . Isabela purred her delight. She was never one to back down from a challenge after all. She then opted to roll lazily over onto her stomach, shaking her ass at him teasingly. He needed no further prompting to close the gap between them. He gripped her hips in his hands and lifted them from the table with ease. Her face pressed down against the table, ass lifted, he slid his cock between her thighs.
Isabela was soaked from round one, her wetness allowing him to slide through her clenched thighs. The friction of him against her lips made her quiver and gasp. The head of his cock hit her stomach where she could feel the precum sticky warm against her skin. He continued to fuck her thighs until she was trembling with the desire to be filled up. She tried to guide his cock towards her cunt but freed himself from her grasp. Instead he leaned over her with his bulk and twisted a large hand into the silky ink black curls that fell down her back.
“Beg.” He growled at her as he pulled her head back just before the point of discomfort. Just enough so that the pain was quite pleasant.
“P-please.” It was broken and half stuttered through a lust induced haze. “Please fuck me.”
He obliged after another moment of her trembling pleas. He slid the head of his cock against her opening making her moan and whine needily. Then slowly he began to ease himself inside of her.
“Oh.. shit...” Isabela panted as he filled her, stretched her around him.
She had never felt so fucking full. She writhed and wiggled her hips, helping to ease herself as far as possible onto him. He then slowly stroked in and out of her for a few beats. He then began to pick up his pace. His hand was still gripping her hair, so her tits and chest were supporting her on the table. She was shifted by the weight of him pounding into her, but that iron grip on her hair kept her steady. As did the sweat that made her skin sticky against the polished wood of the table.
He grunted and growled as he fucked her. She was tight and hot around him. The Qunari tilted his head back and let pale eyes shut as he continued to plunge into her with a rhythm that slowly picked up its pace as he went. He barely noticed when Isabela’s hand found its place against her clit once more. What he did notice was her cumming again and the quivering muscle contractions of her cunt tightening around him. It did not take him long to follow her lead here. Isabela worked her hips up and down the length of him as she felt the hot cum spilling within her. The shuddering twitch of that large cock.
They finally stopped their rutting long enough to catch their breath. Sweat sheened on their skin in the candlelight of the room. Isabela eased free of him, his grip releasing on her hair. She turned herself over so she was on her back, then sat up. She felt cum spilling out of her onto the table beneath her and she grinned. The pirate spotted a carafe on another table and hopped off her perch with ease. This, despite the fact that her legs felt wobbly but she wouldn’t betray that to him. She was aware his pale eyes were watching her carefully.
“Now how do I go about extricating myself from here?” She asked as she leaned against the wall, a goblet full of crimson liquid in hand.
“At dawn the patrols will switch. Leave the way you entered.” He had grabbed the carafe and was drinking straight from it.
“Well, looks like we have some time to kill before then, sweetness.” Isabela grinned as she glanced out the room’s high window to see the night sky was still lingering over them. “I’m sure we’ll find something to make the time just fly by."