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Kirk Tabris	By : YGuy Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Firstly some housekeeping! :D
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Also, this chapter contains hetero-sex in some detail, if you don't like the thought, stop reading once you get to the big gap between paragraphs. My first time writing hetero-sex so feedback is welcome. Female bits confuse me though >_>

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Morrigan had been waiting for him in his room, ready with an offer he couldn’t believe she was making; bed with her as part of a ritual which by her own admission could be loosely conceived as blood magic and no Warden would need to die in the slaying of the Archdemon. He wasn’t sure which was crazier; magic sex or that she thought he would be able to have to sex with her, even if it was to save his own life. No, the craziest thing was her contingency plan for the ritual; Alistair, and that he actually accepted, though perhaps all their snide bickering had just been a cover for an attraction neither could admit to? He didn’t want to think on the situation at all, for Maker’s sake he could hear the situation well enough, the two making enough noise for the entire castle, the fact they hadn’t closed their door properly didn’t help at all.
He turned over in his bed, the pair having taken their business to Alistair’s room; thankfully, he wasn’t going to be put out just because Morrigan wanted him to put out. Kirk forced his thoughts elsewhere to his family and home, though a loud grunt from Alistair forced his mind to sex and invariably Soris. It had been after their last encounter that Soris had come looking for him at the Arl’s Estate wanting more of what he got from Kirk on the floor of his house in the Alienage, Kirk having felt more used than loved for the first time in all their escapades had refused him. Soris didn’t believe him at first but Kirk was adamant; he wasn’t just some thing Soris could use to pleasure himself when he felt pitiable. He loved Soris, though whether as family or a lover he could not tell but he did, however he would not allow himself to be used any more. His cousin left in quite a hurry, no arguing or pleading, he just left. No doubt to spend what little coin he had on a prostitute to empty his seed and rage into.
Thinking on that, he began to wonder if he could not have allowed himself to be used once more, this time by Morrigan and somehow find the will to actually sleep with her despite how his body would protest the action. She did say that although she could perform the ritual with Alistair that Kirk would be a better choice, not only because they had a better relationship but also because apparently, his abilities as a Reaver, derived from the blood of dragons would strengthen the power of the ritual. A strangely convenient turn of fate he thought, though incredibly inconvenient depending on how you saw it; it didn’t matter how virile or strong the Reaver abilities made him; he wasn’t going to be able to perform the ritual.
Though with Avernus, Wynne, Morrigan and even Riordan being able to offer no reason as to why he alone became a Reaver, fate seemed as ample an answer as any. Still, if he could be free of his Reaver powers, actually free, not just suppress them but be rid of them, he would be truly happy, they were unnatural and whenever he used them or felt them try and surface, he felt unnatural. Naturally Morrigan scoffed at the very notion when he brought it up, and he supposed it did sound silly given what an asset the abilities had been to the team but he could not deny he wished to be rid of them. That night he dreamed strangely soundly, no nightmares of Templars or Vaughan, no warnings of the Blight, and no eyes that watched him.

Morrigan rocked on her hands and knees, breasts swinging freely in the air, nipples erect from the cold despite the warmth of the fire that sought to permeate the castle. She felt Alistair’s hard manhood plunge into her depths once more, pushing past velvet lips to bury itself within, her fingers curling in the sheets, quickly becoming fists that would choke the life from the sheets had they been anything living, something between a squeal and moan bellowing out from her mouth between gasps, the Warden behind her grunting in rhythm to his thrusts, flesh slapping on flesh.
Morrigan’s back arched as Alistair roughly rammed her from behind her folds parting as his meaty pole delved deep, before constricting on his dick with each gasp, dragging the pleasure from Alistair, her walls clenching and releasing with incredibly sensual force, milking the now ruler of Ferelden for every possible sensation. She moaned in ecstasy and slight disappointment as Alistair pulled his hips back and dragged his erection out of her, the hot juices from her pussy his cock had somehow been keeping in with its sheer girth dribbling out and down her legs.
With little warning the King grabbed Morrigan by the leg and flipped her, her back coming to rest on the bed with a bounce as she gasped an unintelligible question, her tone angry but quickly melting into sordid giggles as Alistair buried his face in her snatch licking and lapping at the fresh juices that poured from her. His tongue delved deep into the witch’s folds exploring all the crevices he had just been ravaging with his manhood, one finger lazily tormenting her clitoris with soft circles and less than subtle plucks, Morrigan yelping not sure whether it was pain or pleasure she felt as she and her “mortal enemy” copulated.
Alistair stroked his erection with his free hand as the hand that toyed with Morrigan’s clit slipped down from the nub and then back up and in between her slit, digging deep to the second knuckle, as the tip hooked onto something dear inside her, the witch shouting appreciation. Smiling in spite of the circumstances, Alistair withdrew his tongue and savoured Morrigan’s strange flavour as uncertainty bubbled away in his stomach; it being his first time doing this kind of thing. Alistair wondered how it was managing to go so well. How it followed everything he had seen in his dreams over the past week. He normally dreamed of the Blight or strange whimsies that made about as much sense to him as Kirk rejecting Leliana’s advances; the girl was beautiful for Maker’s sake! Recently, however, it had been nothing but nights of fictitious passion that left his loins writhing and his thighs smeared with cum when he woke.
Alistair pumped his erection quickly letting out a rattling breath as his hand slid over the bumps and veins slicked with Morrigan’s aromatic juices, his dick seeming to get even harder as he brought his hips to meet Morrigan’s, the tip of his penis tickling her entrance before sliding in once more, the witch biting her lip, a mewl caught in the back of her throat, rumbling softly as she played with her breasts, massaging them, running her fingertips over her nipples.
Alistair began to thrust into Morrigan’s wetness once more, slowly and laboriously, her legs splayed either side of her body as every inch of her being responded to every inch he drove in. His eyes drank in her beauty; it wasn’t something he cared to admit, but she was indeed beautiful, but still a total bitch and he cared little for her. He was only doing this so that no Warden would have to sacrifice their lives tomorrow, he was doing this for Ferelden and Kirk, though he could not deny how good it felt, how Morrigan’s pussy seemed to massage every inch of his cock sending the most excruciating pleasure shooting through his body.
Alistair’s thrusts began to pick up pace as Morrigan rocked her body in time, short gasps culminating in a screech of ecstasy as Alistair felt her already wet hole gush around him, his cock, already slick with, now swam in her juices as he began to slam into her with ferocity as his grunts turned to moans, his eyes squeezed shut as he shut out everything but his pleasure and her squeals, his body propped up by his hands either side of her. With final slam he buried his dick balls deep in her, his stomach forming knots as semen surged through his pole and exploded deep into Morrigan; he didn’t know when it was going to end, load after load shot up into her canal, his testicles in overdrive as his hot cum spilled into her.
Finally, Alistair rolled from on top of her, exhausted, his still hard but slowly softening dick slipping from her, a thick string of cum from her pussy to his dick still connecting the two, lasting only moments before breaking and landing on the sheets between them, a few more drops dribbling from his cock tip as Alistair pumped his member a few times, working the last moments of the buzz for all it had. Turning his head to look at Morrigan; the woman he’d lost his virginity to, his “mortal enemy” of sorts, he found her gone, escaping from the room to her own the moment his attention was elsewhere.
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