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Alisa had remained on Alistaire Shaw's lap the entire time. Partly to keep him off balance in case he wished to attack her in some way, and the other part just for the hell of it. He was now offering his company in bed, of all things. Her demon like eyes rolled in her head as she sat up, leaning her back some to look at Alistaire directly in his face.

"You t'ink I'm jus' gonna rip off my clothes an' go to bed wit' you like dat all willy nilly? Jesus... your ego is just as bad as your Grandpere's."

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"Oui, Boss." Her voice was barely a whisper. He teased her, worked her all up, then stopped and demanded she get the rest of his clothing off. Her unusual eyes looked directly at his face as he was no longer invisible. Her nips began to move over his neck, and then about his collarbone as her hands worked carefully to push his pants down some, along with his boxers.

As she moved to kneel down and help him step out of his pants, she said nothing. She just focused on getting his clothing off as carefully as possible and not letting her strength slip and ruin his expensive clothing.

Alistaire gives a tiny quiet smile, before drawing her back up, long fingers running over her arms, before tangling in her hair as he kisses her deeply. One of his hands quickly runs down her body, squeezing a breast greedily before settling between her legs and gently stroking her lips.

Alisa did not think someone like Alisatire could smile, but he did. before she could say something to him about it his lips moved over her own, kissing her quite passionately and making her whimper in delight. His hand suddenly reached out, groping one of her breasts quite roughly, before trailing down between her legs and teasing her yet again. She swore this man was going to drive her made with all the teasing he did!

During a brief break between their kissing, Alisa DID manage to get some words in.

"You're drivin' me mad, Boss!"

"Yes. That was rather the point." He replies calmly, even casually, as he spreads her legs wide and thrusts himself upon her, giving a moaning sigh of satisfaction.

Alisa had no time to react or say something. Alistaire was suddenly on top of her, in her bed, and thrusting inside of her once he parted her legs. She gave out a pained cry at first. Pain was something Alisa rarely felt, so she did her best to endure it. She also did her best not to claw at Alisatire's shoulders too much, or use her strength as that could hurt him.

For now, she just kept her hands on his shoulders, and her head turned away from him so he would not see the look she had on her face or the tear in her eye.

Alistaire stops as he feels it. He blinks, and looks down at her.

"...

I didn't know."

She gritted her teeth for a moment as he suddenly just came to a stop. Alisa turned her head to look at Alisatire, before speaking to him.

"It's okay.... I t'ink. Kinda hinted at it. Mais, maybe I shoulda been more clear." She spoke softly, giving a slight groan of discomfort as she tried to get used to him. "I'm sorry if dis... turned you off to me."

"I don't enjoy my conquests' discomfort, let alone pain. Aside from that, you're no less desirable." He keeps his voice steady, calming. "We will proceed as you see fit."

"I'm okay, Alistaire, I swear." She gave off another moan, her hands moved to feel Alisatire's arms. His voice was so... calm. Was he always so calm and collected? Well, he had to be if he did not trigger any rage since he first walked in the door. "Good to know you still find me desirable..."

"I do." He kisses her neck, and begins to slowly move against her, rocking his hips gently.

His lips trailed back over her neck as his hips began to move. While there was a little discomfort, she found herself gasping and moaning in pleasure after awhile. Her eyes were half lidded, and one of her legs wrapped about his hip as he just kept going. Never had she been so close to anyone in her life.

"Oh Alistaire..."

Alisa found herself still catching her breath as she lay by Alistaire's side in her bed. They were both under the blankets now, still nude, and still perhaps feeling a tad bit awkward. Her red on black eyes looked over at him, to see if he wished to speak first, if at all.

"So..."

"I hope the experience was everything you could have hoped for. I would have arranged something a bit more... genteel if I'd understood your situation."

"It was sumt'ing else, I will say dat." her face was somewhat red as she tugged at the blanket pulled up to her chest in an absentminded manner. "I didn' mean for dis to make you unhappy, Boss."

"I'm not unhappy. Just concerned. I don't mistreat those in my service, or those I allow to be around me."

"You did not mistreat me, t'ough." She managed a meek smile, rolling over on to her side to look at him better. "I jus' ... t'ought you would be turned off if you knew dat dis lovely package ain' ever been opened an' couldn'... you know, pleasure you well enough."

Sighing, Alisa playfully nipped at his ear, before kissing Alistaire's neck.

"After-all, I am your new, personal enforcer, courtesy o' de T'ieves Guild. I live an' die for you now, as well as give you whatever you need when you need it. You 'ave my loyalty, an' I t'ink dat is all dat matters, no?"

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A low groan bubbles up from his throat at that bite, and he glides a hand over her hip. "I find this arrangement to be highly satisfying. Everyone should have their own enforcer." He smirks.

"Well if everyone 'ad one, we wouldn' be for de elite, now would we?" She smirked a little at Alistaire, feeling one of his hands on her hip. She continued to kiss his neck some, and then his chest. "Plus female "enforcers" are rare in itself. De T'ieves Guild is still sort o' a... well... Men's Club."

"Misogyny is a waste of time. There's no profit in it." He snorts offhandedly, tilting his head to give her better access to his neck, beginning to hold her just a bit more tightly.

"Well, dey old school." She grinned a little as he held her a tad bit closer. "Women are rarely t'ieves or enforcers. Most are jus' brides an' housewives. An' believe me when I say I ain' de kinda gal you bring home to Mama."

The moment he tilted his head, she moved her lips back over his neck, along with her tongue. She was experimenting with what made him happy, and this appeared to be it.

Yes, Alistaire's neck totally does it for him. He slides a hand off of her hip to her rear. "I can't say for sure. I never knew my mother."

"Makes two o' us." She spoke in a somewhat dull tone about that. if there was anything Alisa hated, it was talking about her family, or lack of. "Don' even know who my Pere be, either. Kinda was adopted for one soul purpose, den when dat purpose was no longer needed, dey found me anoder."

That dullness in her voice soon left as his hand moved down her body to rest on her somewhat firm rear. Her lips curled into a smirk, as she continued to work along his neck using only the tip of her tongue. Experimentation was fun, after-all!

His erogenous zone of choice to expose involves turning his nose up, go figure.

Alistaire pulls her on top of him, letting her curves fall against him as he explores her back, all of it, with his hands.

Once she was pulled on top of him, Alisa just gave a gentle laugh. Her hands started to run through his hair (and he had REALLY nice hair), before gently pulling his head back a bit to kiss his throat. The side of his neck appeared to be fun, but what did the center of his neck?

He gives a low moan, one hand moving up to her hair, holding it tightly but still letting her move as she pleases. His other hand starts to slip between her legs, tracing the now familiar curves of her skin.

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