Human_Artifice

0. Prelude: in which we lay out my strange little quest

1. Introduction: On constructed languages and where Qunlat fits in among them

2. Canon, and its various disagreements: how Qunlat has changed throughout the course of the series

3. Phonaesthetics and Phonotactics: How Qunlat sounds, and how that helps define its identity

4. Phonology: How Qunlat is spoken, and how the devs tried to convey that through text.

5. Nouns and Pronouns: How to talk about who you're talking about

6. Verbs: What are they doing?

7. Questions: How? What? Why??? The grammar veers suddenly away from English and it makes me very happy

8. Possession, Benefactives, Instrumental-Comitatives: the grammar continues off on its own merry little way

9. Compound Word Construction: And it's back toward English again but we won't fault it too much for that

10. Profession Names: How to name a practicing Qunari, including nicknames

11. Tal-Vashoth and Vashoth names: How to name a spicy qunari

12. Summary: A condensed reader for rules on all the major subjects covered in these posts

“Looks good,” they finally said with a nod as they dropped their arms. “Not as good as Lords’ armor, but it looks like it’s easier to fight in than the other vashedan you’ve found in Thedas.”

Kione couldn’t help the small snort that escaped her. While Taash wasn’t the most delicate, they were always right. Other armor had been constricting for an axe user and at least in this leather-and-feather design, she would have good mobility.

The three began to discuss where to head next when Viago approached the group with “important things” for Crows’ ears only, leading to the exit of him and Lucanis.

That left Taash and Kione to themselves.

“So what do y–”

“Let’s go for a walk,” Taash said, almost a little too quickly. Their hand just barely moved in the direction of Kione’s, but they walked ahead before their hands could touch. The two walked out to one of the balconies that the Crows often frequented and Kione was prepared to hop onto one of the ziplines.

Instead, Taash turned and led her to a quiet corner of the balcony where no visible peering eyes could see. The Qunari motioned for their elf companion to stand by the railing. “Face me.”

Kione obeyed, leaning back against the railing to relax while her mind raced with confusion. She hadn’t seen Taash like this, but something about the situation was making her heart race.

Suddenly one of their large hands was beneath her jacket and caressing her breast. Her eyes widened in shock and she opened her mouth to say something but was quickly silenced by Taash’s large tongue rubbing against hers. A weak moan escaped her as she felt a calloused thumb gently run over her nipple, causing it to go erect.

After what felt like ages Taash pulled back to reveal their chin slick with spit from their rough and hurried kiss. They pulled their hand away from her breast, ensuring that she was partially bared to the world with no feathers to protect her modesty.

“So… I take it you like the new outfit?” Kione said breathlessly. She moved a hand to readjust her jacket but was stopped by a gentle touch.

“You look really hot.”

The bluntness always brought a smile to her face and she couldn’t help the airy laugh that escaped her. It brought a smirk to Taash’s face as their free hand moved to the first of many belts that held her pants tight to her waist.

“I know you like it when I say that,” they teased before leaning in to take a deep breath next to her neck, pulse racing beneath her skin. “You can’t hide it from me.”

She felt her cheeks burn red as Taash pressed their lips gently against their neck and gasped as that gentle kiss turned into gentle nips along the lines of her tattoo. Both of their hands had moved to undo her belts and soon one was dipping beneath her small clothes and fingers were pressing against her pelvis on their way down between her legs.

Kione’s mind began to race–where they really going to do it out here? They were up above street-level but there was still a chance of a Crow watching from any direction. No one was visible from where they were, but by the Maker there was always a set of eyes around in Antiva.

“W-Wait,” she fumbled, her hand reaching down to grasp at Taash’s wrist in a weak attempt to stop them. She knew that they could smell her arousal and there was no chance of stopping their intimacy that day, but perhaps she could convince them to postpone until later.

“Scared?” They murmured against her skin. Suddenly they were turning her around to face the city, the wind caressing against her face and bare breast. Their chest was pressed against her back as their hands traveled down her front, one returning to her chest and the other to her pants.

“Someone will see–”

“Not like this… All they’re going to see is a tall Qunari hugging their favorite Elf. And if they see more, I’ll beat it out of them.” Taash’s voice was soft and reassuring, different than what they used on the battlefield. There was no rage, just gentle excitement and tenderness.

A thick calloused finger softly pressed between Kione’s legs and she knew that she wasn’t going to convince Taash to wait.

“Besides,” the Qunari said, lips moving up to the edge of her ear, “I need to make sure that I fuck you in this outfit before anyone else gets to see you in it.”

Kione bit down on her lip in an attempt to silence the moan that refused to be stuck in her throat as she felt that finger move inside of her body, spreading her like no one had spread her before. It was still embarrassing to admit that Taash was her first, but so far they hadn’t spoken a word about it. It helped that they took control in every situation, making sure that Kione was completely satisfied (or at least a shuddering, whimpering mess).

“Still so tight… Are you sure you’re okay?” Taash said, breath right against her ear as she continued to nibble and kiss the sensitive skin.

“Y-Yes… I just… need more time,” Kione replied weakly, stammering as she tried to remind her body to relax and accept her partner.

They were patient and held their finger still to give her time to get used to the sensation while their other hand pushed the feathery jacket back to completely bare her chest to the wind. The air wasn’t too cold for being so high up, but her skin still reacted with goosebumps and her nipples hardened almost immediately. Their hand moved to gently flick and pull on her erect nipples as their mouth dropped back to her neck.

“Ready?” They growled as they nudged their way to her shoulder.

Kione took a deep breath and nodded. “Ye– Mngh!”

Suddenly their teeth were in her shoulder, sharp enough to break the skin if they truly wanted to. Their finger was joined by a second and Kione felt her knees go weak. If they hadn’t been holding her up she would have fallen to the floor as an orgasm ripped through her muscled body.

“Taash…” She said weakly as her head rolled to rest on theirs. A growl ripped through Taash’s mouth and reverberated on her shoulder as the smell of her climax reached their nose.

Their hold on her chest roughened as they pulled her nipples further and faster, nails dragging across her skin. Their two fingers inside of her began to thrust in and out, slowly at first to help her accommodate before spreading themselves out as far as they could inside her small body. Each movement made her shudder and shake, warmth building at the base of her spine as her partner fucked her. It was so hard to keep herself quiet to the point that Taash had to move their hand from their chest and place their fingers inside her mouth. Drool was running down her chin as her tongue was played with, and the embarrassment was so much that she felt like she was going to fall over dead before she was able to cum again.

Their bite had finally released, leaving a dark red mark around one of her old scars and a bit of one of her tattoos. Kione could tell that they were tempted to leave a similar mark on her neck, but with the new armor it would be far too visible. Instead they nipped at her ear to push her closer ot the edge.

“Taarala… Taarala, I know you want to cum… I want to taste you,” they growled as their thrusting fingers began to lose their gentle pace. “Cum for me.”

As if Kione’s body had been trained for it, all the warmth that had been growing at the base of her spine and stomach overflowed and released. It covered Taash’s hand and flowed out around her small clothes and down against the leather of her new pants. Her head was spinning as she found herself hanging desperately to the balcony ledge, though Taash would never let her fall. Her face was flushed, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, and her tongue followed their fingers out of her mouth.

She looked an absolute mess but Taash would have said she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

They slowly pulled their hand out of her pants and licked at their fingers, but patiently waited for their partner to recover. The hand that had been in her mouth rested on her stomach to hold her steady as Taash kept an eye out for any onlookers.

Finally, after a few minutes, Kione was able to stand on her own and assess the damage.

“I think this will be the most uncomfortable walk I’ve ever had.”

“Why?”

“Wet. Leather. Pants.”

Taash laughed as they helped redo the buckles of her belts and rearrange her jacket. They paused a moment, eyeing the bite mark they had left on her shoulder before covering it.

“I’ll just carry you, then.”

Without a pause they pulled Kione up into their arms as if she was a princess. They smirked down at her as she floundered in their hold.