Neve Blighted Romance (Patreon)

I had to write a little something for the Neve blighted romance... I know the romance scene is shorter, but the extra drama was so worth it. ;w; Neve's journey from nihilism to tentative hope meant a lot to me.In case you're curious, my Rook is an elven warrior, Warden background. Her name is Tamsin. She's got hazel eyes and a soft butch haircut with white hair.***Neve is alive. Forever changed, but alive.

She’s never believed in luck before, except the bad kind that shadows her like a Minrathous street cat. Now, straddling Rook’s hips and gazing down into her stormy blue-grey eyes, Neve’s body burns. Hot fire banishes the cold from her Blighted blood.

It’s love, but not just love. It’s hope. Hope that Rook, with her annoying, relentless optimism, has kindled in Neve’s heart. Hope that maybe she has a future—maybe they have a future together.

Rook stares up at Neve, a crooked smile on her face. The dark war paint on her cheeks is charmingly smudged. Some of it has smeared on Neve’s face as well, but she doesn’t care. They’re alive. While she will always be afraid of losing Rook, that fear can’t paralyze her anymore.

She raises her hand, blowing the door shut with a pale blue pulse of frost magic. Then she’s on Rook like a ravenous animal, drinking from her lips without a single pause for breath.

Rook’s fingers comb through Neve’s hair, pulling it free of its bun. Kissing Rook, feeling Rook’s hard, lean body arch beneath hers, is so dizzying and dreamlike that Neve can scarcely believe it’s real. Like the Fade, it seems far too delicate and fragile to exist for more than a moment. But she clings to that moment with all the tenacity Rook has shown her.

It’s real. She and Rook are together, and they’ve won, and there’s nothing stopping her from biting Rook’s full lower lip and peeling her shirt over her head. Her hungry hands roam Rook’s abdomen, admiring the defined muscles there, before removing Rook’s breastband between deep, hot kisses.

Rook tugs the hem of Neve’s shirt, but Neve swats her away. She needs this more than she wants her own pleasure. Needs the reassurance of Rook’s skin, Rook’s smell, Rook’s steady heartbeat under her hands.

Neve pins Rook’s wrists overhead, against the arm of the couch. She slides her knee between Rook’s legs, pinning Rook’s hips in place with her pelvis. She devours the curve of Rook’s neck and the soft skin above her collarbone, relishing the taste of her skin, salt and sweat and all.

Rook arches beneath Neve, grinding against her knee. Neve rewards her enthusiasm with a wet, messy kiss. Their tongues glide together, and Neve tastes pure desperation in Rook’s mouth. Her heart soars. She isn’t alone in this joyful madness.

Neve breaks the kiss only so she can palm Rook’s breasts. The pink pebbles of Rook’s nipples stiffen as her thumbs graze over them. She pinches, tugs. Rook’s lashes flutter, her eyes rolling back in her head. She rocks her hips, grinding against Neve’s thigh.

The pants have to go. Neve rakes her nails down Rook’s defined abdomen, unbuttoning her trousers. Rook lifts her ass to help, and Neve can’t resist a squeeze as she removes Rook’s trousers and smallclothes. They too end up in a discarded heap on the rug.

Neve presses Rook’s wandering hands back against the arm of the couch. “Be good and keep them there, Trouble.” Her attempt at a stern, sexy voice ends up wobbling with emotion.

Rook grins a wide, silly grin, and Neve falls in love all over again. “I can be good.”

Neve snorts.

“I can!” Rook’s pointed ears twitch with indignation.

“I doubt that very much.” Neve removes her hands from Rook’s wrists and spreads her thighs. The lips of Rook’s soft pink cunt shimmer in the firelight, slick with wetness. Her clit strains beneath its hood, dark red and swollen. 

Neve ducks beneath Rook’s knees, hardly minding that she has to scrunch and contort to fit on the couch, and sweeps her tongue through Rook’s wetness. Her taste is hot, pleasantly bitter with salt, and absolutely addictive. They moan at the same time, and Neve circles her tongue around Rook’s entrance before sucking her clit.

As expected, Rook’s hands shoot down to tangle in Neve’s hair. If it wasn’t their first time, Neve might have scolded her—but she’s relishing a treasure the mythical golden city would be hard-pressed to match, and she has no intention of stopping. She enjoys the ache in her scalp as Rook pulls, marveling at the way mild pain transforms into deep, insistent pleasure.

A beautiful song of moans and sighs spills from Rook’s mouth. Neve watches the muscles in Rook’s stomach tense and feels the flex of her strong thighs. She keeps it slow and steady despite Rook’s enthusiasm. She wants this to last.

Rook’s fingers curl deeper into Neve’s loose hair. “Shit,” she grunts, digging her heels into Neve’s shoulders. “You’re unfairly good at—ahh!—this…”

Neve smirks, placing a kiss in the soft thicket of curls above Rook’s cunt. It certainly isn’t the first time she’s enjoyed a woman with her mouth, but so far, it’s been the most fun. 

Fun. Almost a foreign concept, these past several years… before Rook.

Rook’s squirming evokes a twinge of pity, and Neve resumes sucking her clit. She draws it deep into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, letting up whenever Rook’s fingers tighten too much against her scalp. When Rook’s grip loosens, she slides her tongue lower and drinks her fill, earning more lovely gasps and moans.

“I’ll come if you don’t… mm—slow down… Shit!”

Neve is torn, but makes the difficult decision to indulge her. She can keep going even after Rook comes, anyway. She presses her tongue past Rook’s entrance until Rook’s hips levitate off the couch and her legs begin to shake. Only then does Neve return to her clit, torturing the tip with feather light licks.

Rook’s mouth falls open in a silent scream. Her entire body goes rigid, and her clit twitches as silky wetness drips down Neve’s chin. Much as she longs to lap it all up, Neve remains focused on licking and sucking. She keeps going until Rook finds her voice again, shouting her name to the ceiling.

“Neve!”

With one last whimper, Rook collapses, melting into the couch and going completely limp. Neve pulls back, following the shimmering trails of release on Rook’s thighs with her tongue. Rook offers a few soft groans, but spreads her legs wide to allow Neve full access.

Neve takes her time, scattering kisses and soft bites across Rook’s thighs. She’s sure at least one will leave a purple mark, and it pleases her to imagine how it will remain there for a few days. Now that the world isn’t teetering quite so perilously on the brink of collapse, she can afford to think about the days ahead of her. 

Still not satisfied, Neve draws Rook back into her mouth and starts all over again.

“Nooo… your turn…”

Neve stops, smiling up at Rook. “This is my turn.”

With a fresh burst of stamina, Rook sits up, flipping Neve onto her back and climbing on top of her. “In that case, I want my turn.”

Neve starts to protest, but Rook silences her with a kiss. Her eyes widen, then flutter shut. Not everyone likes tasting themselves, but Rook seems to savor it, sliding her tongue deep into Neve’s mouth.

With a sigh, Neve relaxes beneath Rook’s body, letting go of all the doubt, fear, and exhaustion of the past several months. It drains out of her in an instant as Rook’s hand slides between her legs, finding her wet, sensitive, and more than ready.

Rook massages Neve’s clit through its hood, searching for a reaction. Neve moans into Rook’s mouth, tilting her hips for more direct contact. Rook reads her signals perfectly, rubbing harder around the root. Neve gasps, breaking away from Rook’s lips and biting down into her shoulder. Rook shudders on top of her, then slides her fingers down to Neve’s entrance, wordlessly asking permission.

Neve wraps her legs around Rook’s hips, pushing herself onto Rook’s fingers: first one, then two, then three in an unexpectedly short time. She enjoys penetration, but her face flushes at just how quickly her body accepts—no, craves—Rook’s touch.

Rook fucks her like nothing else in Thedas matters. Like they’re the only two people in the world, and their only purpose is to enjoy each other as thoroughly as possible.

Neve moans against Rook’s neck, running her tongue along Rook’s defined collarbone. She doesn’t feel the need to hurry up and get off, to satiate her inconvenient urges so she can get back to the business of surviving. Instead of striving for release, she lets Rook take her there, surrendering control as Rook’s searching fingers find the places that make her shudder and melt.

Rook thrusts her hips behind her hand, driving harder and deeper. It’s a slow rhythm, but relentlessly thorough. Neve’s eyes roll back. She tries to form words of encouragement, but an embarrassingly high moan catches in her throat. She can only whimper and cling to Rook’s heaving torso as Rook’s thumb presses into her clit, timed with each thrust.

Despite her efforts to delay the inevitable, Neve finds herself hurtling toward an indescribable high. She floats somewhere weightless, somewhere her fears can’t touch her anymore. Somewhere she and Rook can just be two people in love instead of heroes, without the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Damn. Why haven’t I done this sooner? Let go sooner?

Because no one else gets her in trouble like Rook. No one else drags her kicking and screaming toward joy like Rook does. No one else has earned her trust.

When Rook nibbles her ear and whispers, “Come for me,” Neve is helpless to resist. Her core clenches, fluttering around Rook’s fingers, and she spills a gush of silky wetness into Rook’s hand. Rook steals another kiss, swallowing Neve’s moans and curling her fingers just so. 

She keeps going. Gods, she just keeps going.

Neve’s eyes roll back and her entire body trembles. Rook is a beast rutting above her, breaking their kiss only long enough to nip and suck at Neve’s neck. Neve realizes Rook is grinding against the back of her own hand, chasing a second release.

Such selfish enjoyment delights her. Rook has never been selfish about anything in her life—so to have someone take their pleasure from her no longer feels like a business exchange, where she gets hers and they get theirs. She digs her heels into the small of Rook’s back and whispers in her ear.

“Love you, Trouble. Keep going.”

Rook’s hips lose their rhythm and all the muscles in her hard, lean body tense. Neve releases a soft gasp as Rook suddenly relaxes on top of her, melting like a puddle except for the occasional unsteady jerk of her hips.

“Sorry,” Rook pants into her neck, still twitching. “Sorry. You’re just so beautiful I—”

Neve lets out a breathless laugh and kisses a damp curl clinging to Rook’s temple. “Don’t apologize for finding me irresistible.”

Rook laughs too, but it comes out as more of a groan as her head falls forward onto the arm of the couch. Her back heaves under Neve’s palms.

Neve relaxes beneath Rook’s comforting weight. In a moment, she’ll roll Rook over and start all over again. For now, she wants to be a pair of loving arms for Rook to rest in. 

Rook is her safe haven. Rook rescued her from the unthinkable. From the ultimate corruption and death. Perhaps even more unbelievable, Rook has saved her from herself—from her own despair.

“I owe you one though,” Rook says. She withdraws her fingers, but keeps her hand cupped between Neve’s legs, maintaining contact. 

Neve unwinds her legs from around Rook’s hips, tangling their legs together. “I intend to collect. But let me hold you for a moment. Steal all your body heat.”

“I thought you preferred the cold. You’re always saying it’s too damn hot.”

Neve huffs, burying her nose in Rook’s shoulder and closing her eyes. She is a bit sweaty and flush, and they are stretched out in front of a roaring fire, but she doesn’t care. It’s long past time she came in from the cold anyway.