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The life of a Royal Bastard, Alistair	By : Kitty_Hawk Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Damn Antivans…
We finally escape the hell of the deep roads, taking the drunken dwarf with us who can’t stop staring at the sky, thinking hey life is really looking up when a damn elf has to ambush us. Sten and I held the main ground while Rose and Leliana flank around the sides disarming a myriad of traps. Morrigan in bear form mauls and rips the throat of the woman who led us in the trap. The elf that commanded the attack is upon me with his dual short blades. His speed rivals Rose in the technique, my shield being my salvation. He runs forward, trying to jump over me and make a slash at my throat. If I hadn’t fought alongside Rose so much he would have succeeded.
I yell out, “Oh no you don’t!” as his foot taps my shield I shove it upward, throwing the elf off balance. As he tries to reclaim balance on the ground, I slide my foot along the ground and slam his skull with the hilt of my sword. I brought my blade to his throat, ready to finish off my interruption to my pleasant afternoon, when Rose from on the hill yells for me to stop.
“Rose, are you serious? I rather like my head on my shoulders, and he almost succeeded in giving me a short haircut, and I know your fingers like my hair, with them running through it on more than one occasion.”
She jumped down from the hill above and rolled her eyes at me. “Alistair, these are not random bandits. They knew who we were. I for one would like to know why.” She leaned closer, whispering in my ear. “My fingers are very relieved your hair is unharmed, but they always can find new places to explore.” My face went red as a cherry and she chuckled. Upon the ground, the elf rolled back and his eyes opened.
“Ah, so I am alive I assume. This could possibly be heaven with so many beautiful ladies standing above me, but the dwarf boggles me where he fits in."
“Why I otta…finish off this flask.” Oghren replies tipping up one of many hidden stout stores he has in his belongings and completely ignoring the elf on the ground.
“I have never squished an elf before, would it like me too? Please please, oh the fun of bones between the toes, it tickles.” Said Shale with a grin on her rock face.
“Kill him, spare him, it makes no difference. We have finished off his band, but there may be more nearby. Let us move forward, we have more important matters to fret over instead of the fate of a pretty boy elf.” Morrigan said with an air of indifferent impatience.
“Ahh, you truly are a witch cause you bewitch me with your saucy tongue. I imagine I could find better uses for that tongue however if given the chance.” Commented the elf.
“Dear Maker, everyone be silent. So, now out with it, why were you sent to attack us. By your speech and the make of your leather armor, you are out of Antiva and with the skill of your blade I would further take a guess you’re part of the Crows.” Rose said with authority.
“Ah, so my lady is well informed to know the make of my leather. Yes, you are correct on all accounts Rose Cousland, I am an Antivan crow or rather was until failing in my contract. Ask any question you wish, if you wish to know who paid your weight in gold to remove that beautiful head from its equally sublime pedestal of a body that would be Teyrn Loghain. He is quite threatened by your actions across the maps, especially of how you gather support from the mages and dwarfs.”
“That Loghain ordered this does not surprise me. Why did you say was a Crow, failing in killing us cannot be your first failure.” Rose asked.
“Your contract was one of high profit, and to say an Antivan crow couldn’t finish the job does not exist in Antiva. So in killing me, you save the Crows time in leg work from doing it themselves. If I might make a suggestion, one of your prowess could still always use someone of a more stealthy disposition to watch your back, see those who remain invisible to the untrained eye.” Replied the Antivan.
“She already has someone to watch her back, and what stops you from stabbing her in said back when given the chance.” I argued, bringing my blade tip towards the hollow of his neck. Rose stood silent for a second, her eye furrowed in thought and asked,
“If killing me later would return you to favor with the Crows, would you do it?”
“My life as a Crow was not chosen but forced on me as a child. To be free to have the choice to live life on my own terms, would be my choice. So no, I would not attempt to kill you. I say attempt cause I see no possibility of succeeding against you after this crushing first attempt. If you let me come with you, I will be your sworn sword to do with and what with as you will until the day you send me away. You can have your way with me and my sword until my end.” He said, his eyebrows kicking up as he said the last line, flashing a mischievous grin.
I bloody hell want to cut his tongue out at this rate. He is going to lose that “sword” of his in some tragic “accident” involving throwing knives or boiling lead if he keeps talking like this. I held a growl back in my throat.
“What is your name?” Rose asked.
“Zevron, my friends call me Zev and my lovers call me the best night of their lives.”
“Zevron, you may come with us on the condition that if ever you should betray this chance of life, you will lose it.” Rose said.
“Rose are you bloody serious? He just tried to kill us!” I yelled, surprised with how no one was yelling with me.
“Alistair, he could be useful in spying at court and other places. It’s better to keep him close to keep an eye on him.”
“Yeah, keep him close so he has a better shot of killing you in your sleep.”
“Alistair, we will talk about it later but he IS coming with us.”
Not being able to stomach any more, I storm off hearing the prattling flirtations of Zevron fade away.
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Treking forward to Redcliff was torture with hearing Zevron’s rancorous stories and Lelianna giggling up a storm. More fuel was piled onto my flaming anger hearing Rose laugh as Zevron elaborated on the sword techniques one could learn on ones back. My grip on my sword had tightened so much, that an impression I was unsure would ever leave formed on my hand, through the gauntlets I wear. When we stopped to make camp, I walked out into the woods claiming to hunt for game. I have to get this anger out of my system, its driving me mad. It was an immense risk to bring the elf with us, he could kill us when we are asleep or vulnerable. Doesn’t Rose care about risking the lives of our comrades, our friends? Does kind Wynn and Lelianna mean nothing to her? To be honest with myself, we had brought Sten with us and his history isn’t that much better. It was the way he looked at her and insinuated that made my blood boil. He looks at her as if he could devour her, causing a side of me to awaken that growled at the thought. I had never been raised with siblings, so no I don’t know how to share, and a side of me feels so possessive. I have never felt possessive before, not like this. I want to take Rose in my arms, crush her lips with mine until her mind swims and take her as if I will die if I don’t. Yeah, I think I gone barbaric, good thing I got away from camp. I had walked so far out into the woods; I could no longer hear the camp. So I jumped when I turned around and Rose was standing there.
“Rose! Put some bells on those ankles of yours. Dying by fright is a very unheroic way to die.”
“Calm down Alistair, I came out here to talk.”
“What is there to talk about, you brought in a promiscuous elf that tried to assassinate us this afternoon into our little party, with very little opinion from the group before you did so.”
“Loghain is in control of the throne, and is sending anything he can to eliminate the only people who know the truth of Ostagar. I made an executive decision. Zevron is someone that knows what is going on in the capitol, and on a trial basis we may get some valuable information from him. If he should be a problem, it’s better to keep him close right?”
“He wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t breathing.”
“Alistair, you sound like Morrigan.”
“Well…well…I feel like I am talking to a wall. I swear mortar would listen better right now.”
“Alistair what is really bothering you? This is about something else entirely; I can deem that much from your demeanor. You say I am not listening; well now I am.”
“Rose, your so trusting...” I turn around not able to think while looking into her green eyes; all anger evaporates to be replaced with a desire to make my meaning known without words. “Since I have known you, you have this trait about you that you can see what is beneath the surface. You have taken in the most disheveled group of misfits and made us a team to be reckoned with. So I know you probably see something in Zevron that will make our team stronger. All the time we are at risk from something, so yes keeping an assassin around that failed to kill us once is a bit unnerving. The longer I know you, the harder it is for me to even conceive the thought of harm coming to you that you can’t recover from. That and…” I allowed silence to fall.
“And…?” I could hear Rose’s feet move forward lightly on the dead leaves and her hand on my shoulder. The action was likening unto an impact upon a stress fracture in the barrier that kept me from giving into my impulses. I spun around, taking her face into my hands and replied,
“The way he talks to you and looks at you, as if he could he would devour you. Zevron vies for your attention and brings out your laugh, a laugh that if I cause it to come from your soft lips makes me shudder. He would bed you with a crook of your finger. My dear I cannot allow or stand for it. If any man is going to devour you, it will be me.” With that I assailed her lips with mine, a kiss of unbridled fervor. My tongue ran along her bottom lip and sought out hers. Our kiss before had been sweet and soft, this was fueled by hunger. I picked her up with little effort, keeping our lips intertwined and shove her back against a tree. My chest is flush with hers, her leather gloved fingers running along the nape of my neck. We are both fully armored save for no headgear, causing me to growl in frustration at all the layers between us. I release Rose from our kiss, taking her gloved hand and biting the tip of her finger, swinging my head to rip the glove from her hand. I do the same to the other hand. I chuck my own gauntlets away and attack her lips again. I bite her lower lip, her nails dig into my scalp in response which causes my fingers to fight the multitude of lacings of leather cord along her armor. Rose cracks a smile between our locked lips, knowing my intention. Her fingers seem to two make two simple movements, along the ties and her armor slides loose from her breasts and torso. My patience abandoned, I tear the cotton shift underneath from the front releasing her breasts to the night air. My lips move from hers to nibbling a path along her jawline, kissing the hollow of her throat and making my way down to her bountiful chest. Rose hissed and released a moan as I took her left breast into my mouth, running my tongue over the pink tip again and again. My hands worked on the knots keeping the lower half of her body in leather while Rose tried to get on piece of my armor off. I smiled but continued my onslaught of her breast with gentle suckling added as I felt her armor around her hips slide to the ground. Rose growled in what I expect as frustration for me still being fully armored, but I was having too much fun in making her work for it. To continue my thorough consumption of her body, I kissed my way to her other breast, giving it the same attention to detail, my tongue memorizing the feel and taste. My hands slide under the linen around her hip, scorching a fine line from the small of her back and around her hip bone with my fingernail. Rose had managed to open all the clasps along my breastplate and had thrown it away to the ground in vexation. She bit my shoulder and ripped the undershirt from my back in a sort of payback. I moved away from her breast and bit her shoulder back in response. I was moving forward on sheer momentum, hence how I was able to respond in a barbaric fashion that feels wickedly amazing. Also how, my fingers were able to find her clam shell and stroke along its wet interior with a bravado I never normally possess. Rose nails dig into back, her lips demanding to be united with mine, while my fingers continue to circle and trace the opening they were looking for. My tongue plays along her lip then I thrust it into her mouth at the same time I slide a finger into the opening. I dart my tongue in and out, as my finger starts to glide in and out of her, going from a place hot, tight and moist to the cold night air. Rose literally melts into me, my unoccupied arm holding her up against the tree. I want to be inside her so badly right now, but tonight is not for that. Tonight is to show her that no man can fully consume ever last bit of her like I can, devour her until there is nothing left. She pulls back from my lips, and calls out my name as I feel the muscle along my finger contract from inside her. I wrap both my arms around her as her body quivers with orgasm. Holding her tight, I kiss the top of her head and lay my cheek upon it.
“I will probably be hit with lightening for doing that to a young lady.”
“If that’s true then we need to get you some electrical resistant boots, Sandal can enchant them for you.”
“So you liked me acting like a barbarian?”
“Alistair, if barbarians can cause a woman to feel like that, then yes please be one all the time.”
I chuckled into her hair, her wild hair going a bit in all directions, hair that I loved for its owner. Dear Maker, I have completely fallen for this woman. Just when I was going to say as much, I hear the growl of a bear nearby. Looking up, I see the bear looking right back at me.
“Ahh so it’s to be mauled by bears not struck by lightning, not even fully dressed either. Perfect.” I scowl lifting up Rose and tossing her to a low hanging tree limb. I quickly grab her bow and arrows lying on the ground and toss them up, running for my own sword as the bear charges.
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