The Dalusian Baths

Title: THE DALUSIAN BATHS
Author: Lacenire
Date: 12/29/05
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Ferris (OC)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2752

Disclaimers:
I do not own Ronon or any characters from Stargate Atlantis, he simply inspires me like no other. I do not make money from my stories so please do not sue me.

Summary:
Solen arranges for Ronon to spend some down-time at the Dalusian Baths on Belkan.


“Ah my friend, you seem to have had quite a few adventures since you hooked up with your new friends!” Solen clapped Ronon on the back, which caused him to spill some of the ale he was drinking.

Ronon had arrived on Belkan the day before and the two had been drinking and exchanging stories ever since. It was now three o’clock in the morning and it seemed like neither had any intention of stopping until the other passed out.

“Solen, as allies and friends, the Earthlings are among the best. I get to wander around the Galaxy and kill as many Wraith as we find. There doesn’t seem to be much else out there for me to do at present, so why not do what I do best?” Ronon was sincere in words so Solen nodded and raised his glass in appreciation.

“So what are your plans for the rest of your stay?” Solen asked seriously.

“I have another day before I have to return to the team. I thought I’d spend it in the markets and bazaars trading for gifts for my friends.” Ronon replied.

“That’s very noble of you.” Solen answered with a shake of his head and a half grin that suggested that *he* would not spend his downtime in such a lame pursuit.

Ronon caught his friend’s not so subtle snicker and turned on him.

“What would you have me do; you seem to think there are better ways to spend a day off?” Ronon asked gruffly trying to put a hint of threat behind his words.

Solen burst out laughing at his friend’s fierce expression, totally unimpressed by Ronon’s attempt to scare him. He knew all those tricks and knew Ronon well enough to know that he was loyal to a fault and valued his friends highly. There was no way he would harm Solen.

“Why don’t you leave everything in my hands, it’ll be my treat to you, my friend? I’m familiar with the amusements to be found on Belkan so just return to your room, get some rest and later today I’ll send a Guide to you when the plans have been finalized. I can think of a few things that you’d find exciting.” Solen finished in a bubbling rush as he fought back his laughter at the prospect of planning his friend’s day.

“Why do I feel that I’m going to either kill you or thank you profusely tomorrow?” Ronon said, rising as he realized that Solen was now almost apoplectic with laughter.

“I look forward to tomorrow.” Ronon did not wait for Solen to reply, he simply strode somewhat unsteadily towards the steps leading to the room he had rented for the night.


******

A loud knocking on the door several hours later awoke Ronon from a deep sleep, filled with visions of being chased by the Wraith.

~Solen’s right, I need to unwind. ~ Ronon thought as he stumbled out of bed and went to open the door.

A medium height, medium build man waited outside. He handed a note to Ronon which contained Solen’s scratchy handwriting:

‘Ronon, this is Con. He’ll take you to all the amusements I’ve prepared for you. Like I told you last night – it’s my treat. So relax and enjoy. Solen’

Ronon finished reading the note and looked over to Con who held out Ronon’s coat, indicating that he should put it on.

“If you would follow me Specialist Dex, our first stop will be the Dalusian Baths.” Con’s softly spoken directions left no room for dispute.

“Dalusian Baths…Is Solen trying to say that my personal hygiene is less than adequate?” Ronon asked his guide, who hurried along without answering.

The establishment was outwardly very modest-looking, however when Ronon entered the structure he was transported to another world. Located on the outskirts of Belkan the Dalusian Baths were a favorite of the more well-to-do members of the society. All the Leaders and Councilors of several worlds visited the Baths to rest and relax. It was a true privilege for Ronon to be taken there.

~At least that’s what Con said. I don’t know what all the fuss is about a bath. ~ Ronon thought as he was led through a fabric draped corridor to a marble lined room.

A beautiful woman waited in the room and indicated that Ronon should remain standing while she disrobed him. As she walked around him removing items of clothing, Ronon could hear the tinkling of the tiny bells on the anklets she wore. It was strange having another person remove his clothing, but Ronon submitted while each of his garments were removed and placed on heap beside him. Ronon studied the woman’s face as she performed her duty since he wanted to see her reactions to his body. Unfortunately, she was a true professional and her face remained inscrutable throughout it all.

Ronon was then led into the steaming bath from whose waters wafted the healing aromas of spices and herbs. The woman paused only long enough to remove her own loosely flowing gown before entering the bath with Ronon. It was impossible for Ronon to stop himself from staring at her beauty. She had dark brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, her skin quite simply glowed and her curvaceous body was all a man could want.

As Ronon stood staring, wondering if he was allowed to touch the bounty so boldly displayed before him, she waded over to where he now stood at the center of the bath. Her eyes were a turquoise color that sparkled with amusement at his obvious appreciation of her beauty.

“My name is Ferris; you are allowed to touch me within reasonable limits. If I ask you to stop and you don’t, then it will be very unpleasant for you.” She said with a smile as she took up one of the bars of soap and a sponge.

Ronon nodded his understanding, but did not follow his earlier desire. He felt very unsure of himself, and did not think it wise to touch what could not be his entirely.

Ferris smiled and moved around to start to soap his back. As she gently lathered the broad expanse she allowed the tips of her breasts to brush against Ronon, who closed his eyes in silent agony. Taking up another type of soap, Ferris moved to Ronon’s front. She dunked him under the water to fully saturate his hair with water, and then poured on the soft, semi-liquid soap. Her breasts brushed against his chest and sometimes his face as she reached up to lather his long dred-locks.

As Ferris’s soft breasts brushed against Ronon’s chest, he found his hands moving to grasp them. Ferris did not pull away, so he took up some of the soap and began to lather her body with it while she continued to massage his scalp. The silky feel of the soap sliding over Ferris’s firm breasts soon had Ronon’s body flushing with desire. He longed to hold her closer and use his body to pleasure them both; however he remembered her instructions and kept himself in reign.

Ferris continued to lather the rest of Ronon’s body with the sponge. When she reached his now throbbing center, she discarded the sponge and used her soapy hands. Up and down the engorged length she moved her hands. Ronon caught his breath as she ran fingers around the helmeted head of his desire and slid both her hands up and down his aching length in alternating strokes. He plunged his own soapy hand between Ferris’s legs to slide his fingers through her swollen folds. She gasped as he slid one finger into her hot well and ground herself against his palm.

Disengaging herself from Ronon’s insistent probing; Ferris dunked him down to wash off the greater part of the soap from his body and hair. She then led him to where the water streamed out of a wall recess, and made him sit on a ledge with the water cascading over his body from above. Grinning wickedly, Ferris stared into Ronon’s puzzled eyes as she took his throbbing organ into her hands.

She marveled at the strength and power she felt cursing through the hot, rigid rod. Though she had on occasion been forthcoming with past patrons, she had never felt such desire as she did at present. So with a devil-may-care attitude, Ferris lowered her head and lightly ran her tongue over the glistening head. Ronon’s groan of pleasure was all the encouragement she needed as she licked him once more and ran her tongue along his length.

Ronon lightly gripped Ferris’s head as he felt her envelope him with her moist, hot mouth. He longed to push himself deeper as she expertly licked and sucked, yet held himself back from doing so since he knew it would make her uncomfortable. His muscles rippled as waves of pleasure cursed through his body as time and time again he was brought close to the climax. Ronon marveled at Ferris’s skill, as she denied him the release that threatened to burst forth as she used her mouth to pleasure him.

Finally breaking off from her sweet assault, Ferris led Ronon out of the bath to an adjoining room. As she walked the soft tinkling of the bells on her anklets lulled Ronon into a mellow mood. She gently dried his body with a warm towel and pushed him face down onto a fur-covered platform. There were several types of bottles lining an overhanging shelf, and she chose one. Ronon felt a warm liquid being poured over his back and a musky odor wafted to his nose. Another type of scented oil was also poured onto Ronon’s back and then Ferris massaged the mixture into his skin.

A warm glow suffused Ronon’s skin wherever the scented oils were applied. His back, shoulders and legs were all gently kneaded to encourage the absorption of the oils. Ferris had him turn over and then proceeded to massage the oils into his chest, arms and proudly displayed desire.

Ronon was not sure how much he could take as Ferris applied more of the scented oils to his fully erect maleness. The oils generated a warming sensation that fanned the flames of his desire and had him groaning as she used her hands to apply the oils along his length and the throbbing head. When Ferris once more took him into her mouth he felt like he had shattered into a million pieces and was reformed again. Amazingly he still did not erupt as he longed to do; she held on to the sack at the base of his glistening maleness and somehow prevented him from going over the edge.

Ronon grabbed onto Ferris and pulled her down onto the furs beside him. He looked into her smiling eyes and realized that she was going to allow him to touch her as he wanted. He took one of the bottles of scented oil and crouching beside her poured it over her body and started to massage the oils into Ferris’s skin. She arched her back as he rubbed the oils over her breasts, and her nipples puckered under Ronon’s large hands as he brushed them in a gentle circular motion. Pouring more oil into his hands, Ronon rubbed them together to activate the heat, and then smoothed his hands over the rest of Ferris’s body including her hands and legs.

Ronon poured the oil directly over the closely cropped hair at the junction of Ferris’s legs, and used his fingers to gently smear the oil over her slick center. She opened her legs wider as he smoothed the oil between the folds of her throbbing core and rubbed the center of her desire. She pushed up against the fingers that teased the entrance to her hot well and returned his passionate kisses as he finally captured her lips with his.

Ronon climbed between Ferris’s widely splayed legs and after pouring more of the scented oil over his pulsating organ, rubbed the glistening head over Ferris’s wetness. The engorged head gently stroked her throbbing center, causing her to move restlessly as she tried to get Ronon to push into her moist core.

It was too much and finally Ronon allowed himself to enter Ferris’s moist heat. Once, twice, then three times he pushed into her until her body fully accommodated his impressive size. Ronon moved his body back and forth as he stroked Ferris’s core and caused her to scrape her fingers over his back and shoulders. Her moans of pleasure egged him on to plunge deeper and tease her entrance with his hot, throbbing maleness. He felt himself slipping as she tightened around him and bathed him with her slick moisture. Their bodies slapped together with their movements becoming more frenzied as they neared their climax.

Ferris lifted her legs to Ronon’s shoulders, increasing his penetration and bringing herself even more pleasure as he rubbed against her core. The tiny bells on her legs tinkled merrily as he thrust into her again and again, causing her to gasp and groan. When she started to rotate her hips even more as she climaxed, it was too much for Ronon. He too felt himself slipping as his body quivered from head to foot and his brain shattered into a million pieces. His shouts of ecstasy rang out as he delved into her depths, delivering his hot desire.


******

Soothing sound of the water cascading in the Bathing Room was disturbed by the heavy breathing of the two entwined bodies in the Massage Room. Ronon had heaved his now languid body to one side so that he wouldn’t crush Ferris under his weight. She was sprawled under him with her eyes closed as she savored the last moments of sexual fulfillment. The fur beneath them was damp with the scented oils, sweat of heated bodies and other moist secretions. It clung to their bodies and caressed their sensitized skin.

The stirring of the warm body beneath his arm revived Ronon from the light doze he had fallen into. Ferris propped herself up on one elbow and regarded his damp, slick body with a lazy smile.

“I think I should rinse you off before sending you on your way.” She said, running a single finger down his chest.

“I thought that was what you just did; I won’t be responsible for what happens if you bath me again.” Ronon replied grinning as he massaged her breasts and slapped her behind as he launched himself off the bed and headed to the bathing pool.

Ferris walked behind him but looked on from the sidelines as he quickly soaped his body and rinsed off under the waterfall. She helped him dry off and dress while avoiding his groping hands as he tried to interest her in another romp.

“No Ronon,” she said, “I promised Con to finish with you in no more than two hours.”

“Forget about Con, I want to spend the rest of the day here with you.” Ronon pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly.

“Listen, you can always see me again the next time you visit Belkan. Just let Solen know when you’re coming and he’ll send a message to me so I can arrange for someone else to take my clients.”

Ronon had almost forgotten that he was just one of Ferris’s many clients. Her words reminded him of the need to remain aloof and to keep their relations in proper perspective. He agreed to her suggestion and kissed her once more as a show of appreciation of her skill.

Con was waiting outside the bathing room when Ronon finally emerged, looking rested and relaxed.

“So, what’s next my friend?” Ronon asked jovially.

“Well, Solen thought you’d enjoy a visit to a Synobian Ale House, they have some dancers that…”

The two men continued down the byways discussing the rest of the day’s amusements.


fin.