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Return from Amgarrak
The night air around the camp site was eerily calm and silent, the normal conversation and laughter that normally filled the groups nights replaced by a poignant quiet only broken by the sounds of crickets and stone sharpening steel
It had been three whole weeks since Vahlyne had answered the desperate call for help on an expedition to the Dwarven Thaig Amgarrak and the worry was really starting to set in, she had promised to only take a week tops since the Thaig was less than a mile from camp but after the promised deadline paranoia began to creep into Alistair’s heart
Leliana and Wynne tried to calm him reminding him of how large Dwarven Thaigs are and reassuring him that Mahariel was more than capable of looking after herself, despite their comforting Alistair was constantly on edge, sleeping light for only a short amount of time before taking another patrol around the campsite, claiming to be watching for Darkspawn but it was obvious that he was hoping for Vahlyne’s return
Alistair wasn’t the only one on edge though, Sten regularly joined his midnight patrols as well as sleeping less than he already did, Zevran started spending the majority of his free time in the trees to get an aerial view of the area, Vahlyne’s Mabari Tyvhall constantly sniffed out the area in a vain attempt of finding his owner and even Shale, who made it known that she didn’t enjoy Alistair’s company or even remotely like him joined in on patrols once knocking several trees down in frustrated worry when the wait for Mahariel’s return passed into its second week
As the third week rolled on the groups hope began to wane, Morrigan and Shale started suggesting making plans of what to do in the circumstance of Vahlyne never coming back, Leliana, Wynne and Zevran were quick to dispute their ideas telling them to have more faith whilst Alistair was quicker to lash out, acting out on old assumptions of the Apostate and Golem wanting Vahlyne dead so they could leave and get on with their lives
Proven wrong by a harsh slap from Morrigan and a cold threat from Shale Alistair sulked off to do another patrol around the camp site followed by Tyvhall, the Mabari sticking close to his owners mate in an attempt of both comfort for Alistair and himself as he missed his owner probably more than the others put together
“She has to come back soon, she just has to” Alistair sighed giving the Mabari a scratch behind the ears, staring into the horizon as the sun began to set, from where he stood he could see a good couple of miles and could make out most of the things that moved, resting his hand on his hilted Sword as he noticed a small figure in the distance slowly approaching, in the dimming light he couldn’t truly see who or what it was putting him on edge, the way Tyvhall started growling deeply didn’t help either
Minutes passed like hours as the figure drew nearer and nearer, Alistair tightened his grip on his Swords hilt keeping Tyvhall in place by the scruff of his neck with his other hand as the Mabari growled louder, his snout pulling back as it was made obvious that he did not like the scent he was picking up, when the figure was mere yards away Alistair picked up the scent too, dirt, blood and the unmistakable smell of death
Suddenly Tyvhall wrestled his way out of Alistair’s grip charging at the figure barking and growling ferociously as he charged at the figure, his teeth bared ready to tear the assumed threat apart, the figure merely dropping to its knees in response opening its arms seemingly accepting death
As the Mabari shortened the distance between him and the figure he suddenly stopped, an almost quizzical look on his muzzle as he sniffed the air, the figure still holding its arms out in invitation drawing the dog in, allowing Tyvhall to slowly smell it before giving its face a tentative lick removing the layer of dirt revealing pale tattooed skin
The Mabari then tackled to figure lapping at its face, his small tail wagging uncontrollably as he barked happily, the figure laughing as it stroked Tyvhall’s ears “what in the Maker’s name?” Alistair pondered relaxing his grip on his weapon watching as the Mabari licked the figure clean, revealing Dalish tattoos, shining black hair and pointed ears “V-Vahlyne?” he stuttered as the grime on Mahariel’s body gave way to reveal her recognizable armour
Overcome with relief he ran forward, shoving the Mabari out of the way crushing Vahlyne in a powerful embrace “oh Maker I thought I had lost you” he murmured into her hair as he squeezed her so tight it started to choke her, a feat in itself in her heavy armour
“Yes…missed you too…but please…can’t breathe” Vahlyne gasped before Alistair released her, apologizing with a sheepish grin whist rubbing the back of his head “how long was I gone?”
“Three weeks, did you really not know?” Alistair responded
“When you’re underground with no day and night cycle it’s extremely easy to lose count of the days, remember when we found out that Oghren didn’t know how many days were in a week?” she asked with a small smile making Alistair laugh lightly “can we get back to camp, I’m tired and I want to see everyone again”
Alistair insisted on carrying Vahlyne back to camp which she didn’t resist, well she did a little but she quickly gave up getting comfortable in his arms, letting a hand hang down for Tyvhall to nuzzle on the way back
When they reached camp the reaction from the group was to be expected, Leliana nearly wrenched Vahlyne out of Alistair’s grasp to embrace her herself along with Zevran shortly afterwards, Wynne then embraced her in a much calmer fashion when she was released from Leliana’s and Zevran’s grasp, Oghren welcomed her back with a hearty pat on her back telling her to tell him everything that happened over ale when she could
Morrigan welcomed her back as warmly as she could before standing to aside to avoid more interaction, Shale went for a more scolding tone telling Mahariel that she should have hurried back faster since she was fine before telling her in a hush tone that she’s happy to see her return, finally Sten had the strangest greeting, merely staring at her for a couple of minutes before placing a massive hand on her shoulder practically ordering her to never go on a mission again without the aid of one of them since it took her so long to come back and then when nobody was looking he pulled her into an awkward one armed embrace telling her in a hushed tone that the next time she enters a Thaig he was going with her and she had no choice in the matter
With the welcomes over and done with Vahlyne was sat down and handed a bow of steaming broth that Wynne had been cooking to which she promptly devoured, almost drinking the entire thing like soup, after having to put up with nothing but meagre rations for the past three weeks she was beyond starving and finished the entire bowl in under a minute “can I have another?” she asked sheepishly holding her bowl out surprising the others, with her small size Vahlyne normally ate very little, surviving on only two small meals a day
To everyone’s surprise Vahlyne proceeded to devour seven full bowls of broth before finally putting her bowl down sighing contently, her stomach finally full of real food for a change, now she was tired and finally had real time to realize how filthy she was, moving to her tent to strip out of her armour she let out small grunts as her joints ached from the movements “let me help you love” Alistair offered helping Vahlyne lift her heavy helmet off of her head, the Elf letting out a small sigh as her ears were finally freed fluttering them to loosen them after several days of confinement “you have…grime in your hair” he pointed out tentatively running his fingers through her dirty hair pulling out clumps of dirt
“Well Thaigs aren’t known for their fresh water sources” Vahlyne retorted “but I really do need a wash, there’s a stream around here right? I think I remember there being one”
“There’s one about half a mile south of here, I’ll walk with you” Alistair offered to which Vahlyne did not refuse, happily taking her lovers hand as he lead her out of the tent and into the night, through the trees until they reached the welcoming sight of the large pure stream, Vahlyne’s eyes widened and glistened at the sight of it
“Creators what a beautiful sight” she smiled as she felt Alistair help unbuckle her gauntlets and cuirass letting the heavy armour fall to the grassy riverbank revealing the pale skin of her smooth but tightly muscled arms and abdomen, her boots and greaves soon followed leaving her in her undergarments, not waiting to remove them Vahlyne walked straight into the cool water, her skin automatically breaking out into goosebumps as a wave of pure relief ran through her veins, a thin layer of dirt washing off of her instantly from the contact of the water
Watching Vahlyne slowly submerge then rise back up out of the water Alistair sat down comfortably on the riverbank, partly for the role of lookout but mainly for the fact that he hadn’t seen his lover for three full weeks and have feared for her life for two of those weeks, he wouldn’t be letting her out of his sight so soon even if she tried
Resting his head in his hands Alistair watched as Vahlyne washed her luscious body, his expression not that of a lecherous voyeur but of a boy freshly in love, Mahariel’s soft natural beauty never failed to captivate him making him feel like a lovelorn schoolboy every time he looked at her, in the moonlight Vahlyne’s skin was highlighted making his brow furrow at the sight of the many bruises and cuts that he had failed to notice before “what exactly happened in the Thaig?”
Vahlyne visibly stiffened for a second at his question before resuming washing herself “it’s not worth asking about, you don’t want to know” she responded firmly trying to shut down his questioning fast, her face twitching slightly as she tried to suppress a grimace from the memories flooding back
Her ears twitched as she heard the sound of Alistair’s clothes hitting the ground and before she could turn around she heard him start to wade into the water “don’t give me that” he said as he closed the distance between them “you’ve never suffered bruises like this before unless it was something truly dangerous, mere Bandits or Darkspawn have never penetrated your armour to harm your skin so tell me the truth”
Vahlyne stiffened again hissing as Alistair tenderly touched one of her bruises “don’t ask” she repeated
“Tell me” Alistair insisted
“I said don’t ask me that”
“Vahlyne…”
“I said don’t ask!” the Dalish snapped whirling around to glare at him “get it into your thick Shemlen skull! I don’t want to talk about it!” she borderline screamed stopping at the sight of Alistair’s startled expression, she had never raised her voice at him before, never snapped or directed any anger towards him, she never used that derogative word towards him either “Alistair I…I’m sorry I….” she placed her hand over her mouth turning away as her eyes started to burn, memories and images of the horrors she witnessed in Amgarrak filling her mind
Hushing her Alistair wrapped his strong arms around her petite frame “please my love, it’s obvious something horrible happened whilst you were down there, talking about it will help” he gently coaxed her kissing her behind her ears, knowing the little weak spots would greatly help calm her down
“It was…horrible” Vahlyne started beginning to shake in her lovers arms “at first it was just Darkspawn, what you would expect from a Dwarven Thaig but when we ventured nearer we found something worse, Undead and Spirits, Skeletons and Ghosts rising from their resting places to attack us”
Alistair said nothing allowing his lover to continue, they had faced the Undead before in the Brecillian ruins and that experience shook them both considerable, to see the dead possessed by Demons and rising again at attack “then it got much worse” Mahariel continued hugging herself “there was this…creature, I can’t even start to describe it” she shuddered muttering something in Dalish “it…took parts from the dead to make itself a body, it actually tore the limbs from the previous expedition to make its own” she gagged slightly at the memory “oh Creators it was huge, even larger than the Golem we found and activated, if I hadn’t had my guard up the entire time I was down their I think it would have killed me with ease”
Alistair embraced her tighter as she began to gently sob, turning around in his arms to wrap hers around him, burying her face in his broad chest as she cried “I can’t get it out of my head! Every time I close my eyes I see it! That…that thing! That abomination!” she cried as Alistair rubbed her back “I thought I was going to die, worse than anything before, worse than the Broodmother! I thought I was never going to get out, I thought I was never going to see you again!” she started to openly weep, a single tear falling down Alistair’s cheek as he just held her, knowing that nothing he could say could wipe the horrors from his loves mind as well as feeling powerless from the fact that he had never seen her this emotionally weak before
Raising her hands up his back Vahlyne reached up to gently clasp a handful of Alistair’s sandy blonde hair “kiss me…please…make me forget” she pleaded softly to which Alistair couldn’t resist, lifting her up with ease to claim her mouth gently but firmly making her moan against his lips, her free hand clasping at his shoulder as she wrapped her legs around his waist pulling herself as close to him as she could, having missed his touch for three long weeks had left her body subconsciously hungry for him and now it was desperate to be sated
“More” she whimpered against his mouth clutching at his hair tighter “more Ma Vhenan…make me forget”
Moving a hand from her waist Alistair carefully undid Vahlyne’s chest wrappings and after several blind attempts he successfully freed the Elf’s breasts, making her simper as they pressed hard against his toned pectorals, relying on the Human’s grip on her Vahlyne reached down to push down her undergarments, relaxing her legs allowing the clothing to fall in the water uncaringly letting it float away as she clutched naked to her lover “Ma Vhenan…take me…want you so bad” she whimpered kissing Alistair deeper starting to shake as she felt his clothed arousal pressing against her bare core
Not breaking their lip lock for a second Alistair waded over to the river bank sitting on it placing Vahlyne down on his lap, pushing down his undergarments enough to free his throbbing manhood, aching from days of neglect desperate from satisfaction
Carefully lifting Mahariel’s hips he slowly brought her back down on his erection, the Elf gasping and tensing as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her to her very limits and filling her to the brim, setting her nerves on fire with pure ecstasy, his name falling from her lips as he finally pushed the last inch into her causing her groin to bulge slightly “oh Creators…Alistair!” she cried out before he gently placed a hand over her mouth, they may have been a good ways away from the camp but the night air was still and silent meaning any loud noise could easily carry to camp
Wrapping her arms around Alistair’s neck as he kissed along hers Vahlyne began to gently rock her hips, jolts of pure pleasure rushing up her spine with every movement making her gasp and moan against his palm, Alistair grunted and panted hotly against the sensitive skin of her throat as her tight womanhood clutched his manhood tightly, barely giving him any room to move inside of her
Moving his free hand Alistair reached between them to caress Vahlyne’s budding clit making her sob with pleasure into his hand, slowly bucking his hips he rubbed her clit faster intending to completely wipe the horrors of Amgarrak from his lovers mind feeling her beginning to tighten around him already
Lost in a world of pleasure Vahlyne started to buck her hips faster along Alistair’s cock, fucking him faster as her mind continued to cloud over, unable to think of anything else but how good her lover felt inside of her, how good his body felt against her and how his arms were heaven around her “not gonna last much longer” she heard him pant under her feeling her stomach beginning to coil too
“Nearly there Ma Vhenan” she panted moving his pants to kiss him deeply “just a little more”
Sweat began to pour down their bodies as they worked each other closer and closer to release, Vahlyne’s nails cut into Alistair’s shoulders as his thick fingers worked her oversensitive clit quickly sending her spiralling into orgasm, the rhythmic clenching and spasming of her core swiftly dragged him down with her, growling her name as he coated her insides with his release
Spent and sated the lovers collapsed back onto the riverbank panting heavily for breath, Alistair kept a good strong grip around Vahlyne’s body to make sure that she felt safe and secure as she rests against his chest “Ma Vhenan...thank you for this” she sighed against his pectorals “I needed this, when I saw you again earlier I was terrified I was going to wake up back in Amgarrak”
“Hey you’re safe now, I’m not letting you do anything like that again, you here?” he responded with surprising finality “if you ever need to go into a Thaig or the Deep roads or anywhere I’m going with you, understand?”
“Yes Ma Vhenan, I understand” Vahlyne smiled warmly against his chest before gently falling asleep, feeling truly safe for the first time in days, not waking even when Alistair carefully dressed her and carried her back to the camp to their tent to spend the night comfortably
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