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The Mage and the Templars	By : Nyghtlei17 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 8458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She lifted her bottom off the desk, allowing him to remove her pants. His unsteady hands slid her underwear down. He touched the light silver hairs on her mound. She spread her legs, embarrassment and excitement washing over her. She was opening herself up to him, inviting him to do with her as he pleased. His fingers slid effortlessly down her folds, he made a sound, like an animal who’d found his prey. She kept her eye on the ceiling, too nervous to look at him.
“Is it always so… slippery?”, his husky voice came from between her legs. His breath hot on her stomach. He explored her, lingering on the part that made her thighs twitch.
She moaned when he pressed his thumb against her swollen button, “Only when I am with you”, she arched her back towards ceiling of the study.
“We’re always together”, she heard the smile in his voice.
Her hips raised towards him, grinding against his motions. “Exactly”, she was breathless. She gasped when he stopped rubbing her. “What are you doing? Do not stop”, she whined.
“I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing. Maybe if you told me what I should do…”, his cheeks flushed bright red.
“You do not have to be embarrassed”, she tried to comfort him. “I am nervous too.”
“You’ve done this before”, he grumbled.
“Maybe so, but not with you.” She smiled down at him from between her legs.
“What do you want me to do?”, he asked quietly, still unsure of himself.
“Switch with me”, she began sitting up.
“Wait a minute, I’m the man here.”
“And I am the experienced one”, she slid off the desk and gestured for him to lie in her place. “Go on.”
Reluctantly and with pouty lips, he obeyed. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, her sex just above his. He tried to force her down. She smacked his chest. “Aw, come on”, he sighed. “It’s not like I don’t know how to do it.”
She took his jaw in her small hand. “I am in charge whether you like it or not.”
“In that case madam”, he chuckled. “Please, do what you want.”
“Whatever I want?”, she leaned down close to his face. She licked the space between his lips.
“Um… so long as it doesn’t involve pain. I’m not one for pain.”
She covered his mouth with her palm. “Stop talking, Alistair”, she hissed. With each of his hands in hers now, she placed them on her thighs. The brassiere came untied and fell to the floor. Her body was warm from the thrill of being naked and in a position of power when she noticed how entranced he was with her breasts. “Touch me”, she demanded.
His hands left her legs and cupped her breasts. A lustful growl escaped her. Her head dropped back, the ends of silver hair dragging across his thighs. She scraped her teeth on her bottom lip. “Touch me wherever you want”, she rasped. She wanted him to explore her, get lost in her.
His hands left her chest and tightly gripped her bottom. “Maker’s breath”, he moaned when she rolled her hips, taking his covered erection between her slit. When she was sure he was watching, she dipped a finger between her folds. She rubbed her clit in tiny circles until she was mewling all on her own. “Isn’t that my job?”, Alistair questioned.
“I believe your job is to do as I say”, she moaned. “Open your mouth”, she demanded.
He obliged with only the faintest hint of hesitation. She took her slick middle finger and put it on his tongue. His lips closed around her as she slowly slid it out, his mouth wet and hot.
She was panting, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of her. She pulled him up by his hair, a low groan escaped him. Nose to nose he said, “Much better than cheese.” She could taste herself on him.
The bulge in his pants pressed against her dripping folds. Her kisses were clumsy, she wanted to savor this, take her time and remember everything; his smell (the faintest lavender), the sounds he made when she reached between them to run her hand along his length. Her breath caught when he broke their kiss to prop himself up on his elbows.
He was breathing heavily as he hastily unbuckled his pants and tossed away his armour and tunic. Her eye was half open but she didn’t need two to see the statuesque god sitting before her. The muscles in his broad chest beckoned her to touch them. She dragged her nails along the curves of his abs. He shuddered under her touch, his eyes only tiny slits. She bent down and licked his tight stomach, tasting his sweat on her tongue. His erection brushing the underside of her chin.
She licked and sucked her way up to his shoulder, neck, jaw. His breathless moans made her throb when her tongue glided across his thickening stubble, her folds sliding against his cock. Her skin hummed in the places his cock brushed against. He rested his hands on her waist, staring beyond the body in front of him. He exhaled slowly, their eyes met. She gave him an encouraging and patient smile. She came down on him, his shaft sliding between her slit. She settled on top of him, moaning into his chest. He raised his hips, stretching her, filling her with himself, he shuddered. He remained still for a moment, both adjusting to the sensation of fitting together.
When he finally moved she whimpered, her nails clawing at his shoulders. His thrusts were slow and deep. "Alistair", she moaned. At the sound of his name he bucked into her harder, pulling louder, lewd moans from her.
She leaned down, her face resting on his chest, his chin in her hair. His moans were muffled but loud enough to make her bite into his neck when he grunted her name. She was drowning in him, his scent, his taste. Maker, how long had she wanted him?
As he entered her, her hole expanded to accommodate his size, much more of a tight fit than she had anticipated. She was getting slicker, she felt it trickle down her thighs, down his shaft. She was rocking with him now, sending the desk drawers tumbling to the floor. As the last one fell, he tried to grab it but failed. She giggled and turned his face back to hers, pressing her pelvis down onto his. He had an intoxicated look on his face. "What?", she asked, her voice coming out more alarmed than she intended.
His expression softened, "Maker, you're beautiful." He thrust into her making her yelp with pleasure. "I am a lucky man."
On top of him she was exposed, she realized just how broken she looked. Insecurity bubbled to the surface. Her eye and now her ear. She could feel every scar burn with terrible memories. "Even with all of this?", she mumbled.
He frowned and tilted his head, "What are you talking about?" “His pumps slowed.
"My scars. My eye, my ear? I am not beautiful anymore", she felt crimson setting in her cheeks.
He sat up, her legs on either side of him dangled off the desk, their bodies never separating.   Mindful of her ear he slipped the eyepatch off. His amber eyes stared into the one she'd lost. "It reminds me of how selfless you are. Stupid, but selfless." He kissed her cheek. "It makes you even more beautiful."
He let the eyepatch fall to the floor and wrapped his large hands around her waist. In his lap, he pulled her close to him, filling her deeper than before. She forgot what they were talking about when he tangled a hand in silver. He was sliding her onto him, then pushing her back until his cock was barely inside her.
Her moans developed into heavy breathing and unintelligible mumbling. "Maker", she slurred. The heat in her stomach was building, her head was tossed back, his mouth suckling her breasts. She countered his thrusts with her own, driving him deeper, pushing him closer to that precious edge. Her fingers skimmed across his back, touching the scar that usually made her heart sink. Now it only made her want him more.
"A-listair ", she was close to her climax, her legs quaked around him. She bit into his shoulder to stifle her cries. "Maker." As the spasms flowed through her, her thighs squeezed his sides. His thrusts quickened, he panted and groaned as her own sounds began to wane. She felt him flex inside her then the heat of his orgasm filled her. Her body relaxed as small aftershocks vibrated through her.
He fell back on the desk, her head on his chest as they caught their breath. She slid off of him, she felt their ecstasy drip from her and onto the floor. "I've always imagined it would be good but, Wow", he said as he hopped off the desk and collected their clothes from around the room.
"You've always imagined this?", she laughed hard.
"Oh... no, I didn't mean-", he sighed and chuckled. "It is true though." He tossed her clothes to her and began dressing himself. Before she could agree, there was a knock at the door. "Get dressed", he hissed.
There was no time to put his armour on. He slipped his boots on and hopped towards the door. He opened it and closed it quickly. She threw her clothes on and pressed her good ear to the wood of the door.
"I don't like having two Blood Mages in the castle, Alistair”, she could hear Teagan’s voice on the other side of the door. “That one in the dungeons, he’s a friend of hers?”
“No. Well, yes but not anymore, I think”, his response lacked confidence.
Teagan scoffed, “Did it ever occur to you that she too might have been hired by Loghain?”
“What? No! Duncan recruited her from Kinloch Hold. I know you’re upset and with much respect Bann Teagan I think you need some rest. We will take care of Connor, we’ll find away to make him better”, there was a strained calm in his voice.
She looked around the room for her eyepatch. She found it next to the fallen desk drawers. She slipped it on and cleaned up the mess. As she picked up the last drawer she noticed something glinting. It was an amulet, it looked as though it had been put back together, there were several cracks and a few chips. She recalled Alistair talking about his mother’s amulet that he had broken. She pulled it over her head for safe keeping.
A loud bang came from the other side of the door, followed by the sound of scuffling. She hurried over to the door, fearing Connor had awoken. She swung the door open and much to her confusion, Alistair was on one knee, covering his mouth with his hand. Teagan was standing over him, his nose dripping blood. “Learn your place, Bastard”, he spat red at Alistair’s feet. He glared at Kitsune and adjusted his tunic before turning and making his way back to the throne room. She started after him, Alistair grabbed her ankle.
“Don’t bother”, he said as he stood up. He wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
“What happened?”, she asked trying to touch the cut on his lip.
He pushed her hand away, “Nothing”, he went back to the study to put his armour back on. He emerged moments later in his chainmail.
She touched the amulet around her neck, she wanted to say something about it. “I found-”
“Are you feeling okay?”, he interrupted her.
“Y-yes”, she mumbled.
She followed his strides back to the throne room.
“How can we stop this demon?”, Teagan asked them. He was directing the question at Kitsune but Jowan spoke up.
“If we can go into the Fade, we can try to get him back”, he was standing a good distance from Alistair, who was glowering at him.
“We don’t have enough Lyrium to enter the fade”, Alistair concluded.
Jowan shrugged, “If we had enough blood we could-”
“Absolutely not! No more Blood Magic!”, Alistair shouted.
“But I-”
“No, Jowan”, Kitsune spoke up. “I do not trust you to cast any magic, let alone Blood Magic. And I am too weak right now.”
“Then how are we going to get my nephew out of the Fade?”, Teagan rubbed at the drying blood that was still lingering on his face.
“We can go to the Circle of Magi”, Alistair proposed.
Her heart sank. Go back? She couldn’t go back there. The scars on her hands started tingling. “Alistair, If I rest for awhile maybe I could-”
“And what?! Risk your life again? No!”, his tone was concerned not angry.
“He is right. It is only two days journey to Lake Calenhad”, Leliana was staring at the tapestries on the castle walls as she spoke. “Five days, maybe less.”
It wasn’t about the distance. It was about the memories. Cullen, Greagoir, there was too much pain there. She looked up at Alistair, his eyes were pleading. She sighed, “Fine. We will get enough lyrium from the Tower.” It wasn’t as if she had much of a choice in the matter.
“I will stay here, then”, Morrigan said with a satisfactory sigh.
“You will?”, Alistair asked with a bit too much enthusiasm.
“Yes. I will keep an eye on the child and the Blood Mage”, she nodded in Jowan’s direction. “I have never wanted to go to that awful place.”
It was settled. They would leave Morrigan at the castle and just in case things went poorly, Ammy and Sten would stay in the village. Alistair, Leliana, and herself set out for her home immediately.
“The Tower was once your home?”, Leliana asked. They had been walking for a few hours in silence.
This was the last thing she wanted to discuss. “Yes”, She didn’t go into further detail.
“You don’t seem happy to be going back”, she wasn’t going to leave this alone was she?
Kitsune sighed, “No. I have no reason to go back there.”
“Whatever turns one away from their home must be tragic”, she let the bard have the last word.
She didn’t want to think about it. This wasn’t like when she was a girl and burned herself trying to cast spells, she couldn’t just run back to First Enchanter Irving and have him make everything better. The Circle broke her, she didn’t want to go back. Going home was dangerous, going home made her want to be Tranquil.
Before the sun dipped beyond the horizon they set up camp in a lightly wooded area. She was feeling anxious about going home. Which led her to become frustrated with stacking the sticks for the fire when none of them would stay upright. “Dammit!”, she screamed at the wood. “Ugh!”, she dug her nails into her scalp in frustration.
Leliana walked calmly towards her, “Here. Let me”, she set the sticks in place. “All set”, she smiled and gestured for her to light the fire.
Kitsune flicked her hand but missed the sticks entirely and lit a pile of leaves on fire. “I got it”, Alistair stamped the flames out before they spread. She saw the two of them exchange a look.
“What?”, she asked, annoyed. “If either of you have something you would like to say, by all means.”
“Kitsune, why don’t you and I go for a walk?”, Leliana proposed.
Her shoulders sagged. “Okay.”
They walked until the woods were dense. They were surrounded by trees. “You don’t have to tell me why you don’t want to go home. Just know Alistair and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She stayed silent. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them. She just didn’t think they could protect her from her demons.
Leliana grabbed her hand, “Come over here”, she said as she dragged Kitsune to the center of a fairy ring. “Take this.” She shoved her bow into the elf’s hands.
“I do not know how to use this.”
The bard chuckled, “Do not worry, I will teach you.” Leliana directed her hands to their proper homes. She drew an arrow from her quiver and placed it between Kitsune’s fingers. “Keep your elbow high and your grip firm yet relaxed. The key is to open your fingers slowly to release the bowstring. Aim for that tree there.” She pointed a long finger at an oak a few yards away.
She knew she couldn’t do this. She was a mage not an archer. She took a deep breath and followed each instruction carefully. To no surprise she missed by about 10 feet. “Leliana I really-”
“Uh-uh”, she pointed at the tree again and gave her another arrow. “Again. Until you hit it.” It was almost too dark to see now. She’d gone through every arrow in the quiver ages ago. Scattered through the woods, they had to collect them and start again. “Control your breathing.”
“I do not think I am getting any better at this”, she said as she drew the string back to her cheek, her elbow up at an angle.
“Breathe.”
She obeyed her instructor and drew in a few breaths. Her fingers relaxed, the arrow whistled through the arrow and nestled itself in the bark of the oak. “Oh”, she was surprised by her small victory.
“Fantastic”, Leliana clapped her hands together. “I knew you could do it.”
When they returned to their campsite Alistair was pulling the skin off an unrecognizable animal, probably a rodent. “Our talented leader has accomplished the first step in her archery training”, Leliana told him as she took over the skinning process.
“That’s lovely”, he smiled sarcastically, “Now she will be twice the trouble.”
“Afraid I will beat you in a duel?”, she joked.
“I recall you losing the first one”, he laughed.
“And I recall telling you I would win the next”, she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Glad to see you’re feeling better”, Leliana smiled as she tied their dinners legs to a spit.
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