Work Text:
Lucanis had a surprise for her. From previous experience this could mean anything from a new dessert for her to try to a gondola set up for her own personal convenience and comfort for travelling the canals of Treviso.
He spoiled her every chance he got. Mara had told him that he didn't have to, so long as she could hold him and fall asleep in his arms she did not need anything else. Lucanis had laughed and told her that he enjoyed spoiling her. "What is the point of being fabulously wealthy if I cannot spoil the woman I love?"
Mara had not left the house much since her rescue. The last time had been when she accompanied Lucanis to end the lives of those that hurt her. The truth was that she was still scared, as illogical as it was. There was the gardens of course. They were beautiful and immaculate and far too planned for her tastes. So most of her time had been spent in their room or in the library.
She was Dalish though and she missed the outdoors. She was born for grass between her toes and wind in her hair. For dancing in the rain and the sun on her skin. Lucanis knew that she was struggling to readjust, they both were. Even if she did go for a stroll in the gardens there were at least a half dozen guards no more than five feet from her. Which kept her safe but did not exactly help her feel relaxed.
---
Lucanis had been planning this since before she had been taken. He had arranged things with his grandmother for two of her gardens to be remade for Mara's pleasure. Carefully he had planned every detail of this. The gardens chosen already had a small brook trickling through it. He had spared no expense in importing fruit trees from all over Thedas.
Cherry trees, orange trees, lemon trees, apple trees, plum trees, peach and pear. Wildflowers grew in wild clumps everywhere and thick lush grass. There were no ornate statuary or fountains. It was enclosed on all sides by dense hedges and could only be accessed by a hidden doorway that only he, and soon Mara, would have a key to. It looked like a meadow l on the edge of a forest clearing had sprung up in the centre of the estate gardens.
It was wild and beautiful and magical like his Mara. He had paid an absolute fortune to some Dalish craftsmen to build an actual araval by the trees so that if she got homesick she could rest in a place that felt like the better parts of her childhood.
The whole thing could only be seen from his office window, he would be able to look out on a long day and see her, a vision that always lifted his spirits.
---
She had been struggling ever since she had come home. She was trying to hide it, he knew, acting like she was completely fine and recovered. But Lucanis was observant, especially when it came to Mara. He saw how she would hover anxiously by the door before going outside. The way she would flinch if startled. Her hand grasped her dagger as though preparing for an attack. He did his best to reassure her, holding her for as long as she needed, as long as he needed too truthfully.
The days Mara had been missing was an excruciating ordeal, far worse than anything he had endured in the Ossuary. He still worried about losing her again. The only thing that calmed the fear of her vanishing once more was holding her.
He knew that a garden would not make her fears vanish, but he hoped that it would bring her smile back, even a little.
---
Lucanis led her to the door that led out to the gardens and Mara hesitated at the threshold. A cold sweat and her mouth gone dry. He took her hand in his and squeezed.
"There is no hurry mi amor. We can take all of the time you need." He kissed her hand, lips brushed over her engagement ring.
She smiled weakly at him and briefly rested her head on his shoulder. "Come on. I want to see this surprise vhenan."
Lucanis led her down the pathways between the gardens. She could not be entirely certain but the layout seemed different somehow. A wall of hedges where there wasn't before. Lucanis paused three quarters of the way along the wall and pressed an ornate silver key in her hand. A halla and a crow fashioned in filigree on the top of the key.
He guided her hand to a hidden lock and pushed the door open.
---
Mara was led into a dream. It was like an idealised vision of the clearings she had camped in in her childhood. Everywhere she turned was another delight. Trees heavy with fruit ripe for the picking. Wildflowers perfuming the air. Birds were serenading them and a brook trickled steadily past.
There was a massive willow tree with magelights dotted around like stars just like the one they had picnicked under on their first ever date.
At the treeline was an araval, slightly larger than the ones her clan had used but this one was not expected to travel. The angle of the estate in relation to the grounds meant that there was only window that looked down into the garden.
"Is that...?"
Lucanis wrapped his arms around her kissing her neck. "My office, yes."
"So if I were to be out here and decide to frolic naked as we elves are known to do?"
"There is a very good chance that I would see you, yes. And I have the only other key."
Her vhenan knew her so well, she loved the thought of his watching her, getting more excited at the sight of her. Knowing that she was his.
"You did all of this for me?" She turned to face him, green eyes wide.
Lucanis could drown in her eyes. "I would do anything for you." He replied simply.
"Thank you. It is...you are, perfect. "
Lucanis bent his head and kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers as she sighed happily.
He looked confused as she stepped away from him, backing towards the araval.
"I have one more question vhenan."
"Oh?"
Mara turned her back to him and pulled off the dress she wore of sky blue lace, tossing it to the ground.
"Ever had sex in an araval?"
Fuck. She was absolutely stunning in the sunlight. Her ass a perfect little peach that he could spend at least a month feasting on. Her legs leanly muscular, her hips swaying. She turned briefly and his eyes dropped to her pert breasts, her nipples just begging for his attention.
Mara grinned wickedly at the look on his face. She turned and crawled on all fours into the araval, a flash of the sweet pink of her cunt drawing him to her.
-----
Inside the araval was a comfortable nest of pillows and furs that Mara settled herself on. Lucanis entered the araval and was greeted by Mara caressing her breasts, her hand sliding down over her stomach.
Lucanis grasped her wrists, pinning her arms over her head and stretching out over her. Caging her body with his own. He pressed against her, catching her mouth in a hungry kiss, her legs parted to allow him to lie closer and he rolled his hips against her, smirking at the little whimper she made.
"My beautiful girl, so sweet and wicked and mine." He kissed her neck, her breasts. His fingers pressed against her folds and she pressed herself against him, eager and desperate for him.
"Yours and only yours. My Luca, my Spite.' At his name the demon took brief control and nipped at her nipple with his teeth, a twisted smile on his lips at her gasp of pleasure and pain even as she pressed harder against the fingers pressed inside of her. So greedy for her boys.
Lucanis took control once more, lapping at her nipples with his tongue, tickling the delicate skin of her breast with his beard, growing harder in his breeches as she ground against his fingers. She made tiny high whimpers of want and encouragement as he pressed his fingers inside of her over and over.
She was getting close, he could tell from the flush along her chest, the way her breath caught.
Lucanis smirked and sat back, he looked somewhere over her shoulder.
"Spite, keep her on the edge while I undress."
---
Spite eagerly complied. He enjoyed being involved in their couplings. Be that taking over Lucanis' body and fucking her hard and deep until she screamed. Other times he would just sit back in Lucanis' mind, enjoying the front row view of her writhing and sobbing in pleasure, the smells and sounds of her arousal one of his very favourite things in this physical world.
The demon crouched by her. His ghostly hand stroking over her body, the cold she felt at his touch making her shudder and gasp. He slid his cool palm against the heat of her cunt and inhaled the smell of her hair as she rocked against him.
Mara's eyes were locked on Lucanis carefully taking off his clothes. None of Mara's hurried stripping, he took his time. Undoing one button after the other, carefully folding and putting his clothes aside.
He basked in how Mara drank him in, her eyes moving over him, looking over every muscle and scar as though he were the first meal she had had in months.
"I am not a piece of meat mi vida," he teased, standing naked and erect before her. He twitched watching the now nude echo of himself stroking her slick folds as she bit her lip at the sight of his cock.
"Luca please. I need you..." she put a special emphasis on the word need and he lay on top of her once more, her arms and legs wrapped around him, seeking out his warmth after the coolness of the demon.
Spite slid back into Lucanis' mind, not in control but watching and feeling as he pushed into their girl inch by inch, feeling her scorching heat stretch around him. She cried out Lucanis' name as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her.
"Fuck Luca. Fuck you fill me so perfectly. I never feel more complete than when you are inside of me."
Lucanis' eyes rolled back into his head. She was perfection. Sweetness and wickedness, innocence and sin. And his. Only his. "Ours." Spite corrected, encouraging him to move, to fuck her. Their Mara.
Lucanis moved, almost withdrawing from her tight heat only to fill her once more. A slow and steady rhythm that had her clinging desperately to him. She moaned his name, cried out for more. His strong hands held her breasts, gently squeezing the swell, his fingers catching her nipples and smirking as she arched towards him. His teeth latched onto her ear, the pointed tip always of particular fascination.
Mara cried out in pleasure before she pressed her mouth to his neck, licking and kissing along his pulse. She smirked at how it raced as she embraced him tighter with that most intimate part of her.
He moved his hands down and grasped her by the hips, pulling her waist up, changing the angle that he thrust into her.
"Pala em elvar'el!" She pleaded and he more than eagerly complied, appreciative of the elven cheat sheet he committed to memory that let him know that was a demand to fuck her harder.
He pushed into her, over, and over. Making her gasp and sob in pleasure.
"Let me hear you my good girl, lose yourself for me. My sweet Mara."
He thurst harder, each thrust pressing against the secret sweet spot that had her lose all thoughts, all language, all words that were not his name. She clenched around him over and over. The waves of pleasure exploding through him and he practically roared as his balls tightened and released waves of his come deep inside her eager softness. Her legs locked tightly around him, holding him close as she took every drop of him deep inside of her.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her, so wrung out from his release that he could not even brace himself from pressing down on her. Not that Mara complained, the solid bulk of him grounding her and stopping her from floating away, at least that is how it felt to her.
Lucanis smiled up at her, his head rested over her breast, her heart beating against his ear. "You wore me out mi amor," he smiled.
"Hopefully not forever, " Mara replied. "I am insatiable for you ma lath."
Lucanis chuckled and kissed her shoulder. He sighed in contentment as she ran her fingers through his hair. "A short nap, perhaps some coffee and I assure you that I will once again be more than willing and able to tend to your every desire."
"Lucanis Dellamorte, willing to nap? Miracles do happen!"
"You are my miracle Mara." He replied, eyes brimming with adoration. "Besides, you are exceedingly comfy to lay upon."
"That works out perfectly as you are my favourite blanket."
She bent her head down and kissed his slightly sweaty forehead. He smiled boyishly at her and adjusted so that he was still lying on her but without crushing her. And in an araval, in a secret garden, in the grounds of Villa Dellamorte, they fell asleep in one another's arms.