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Vhenan'ara	By : Arcanis_Born Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dragon Age: Origins is owned by Bioware, as with all its characters, the story as it deviates from canon is mine, however, as with the personalities of characters as they deviate from those in the game.
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Translations:
Mi bella: Antivan. "My beauty." Endearment Zevran uses for Riel.
Mi amor: Antivan. "My love."
Exquisito: Antivan. "Exquisite."
Mi esposa: Antivan. "My wife."

When Riel opened her eyes, she was resting curled against Zevran's side. Her head was on his shoulder and her arm draped casually across his chest. Riel smiled as she breathed in his familiar scent. Mixed in with the sunshine and foreign spices of his skin was a darker scent now. A rich musk that remained on both of their skins after their love making the previous night.
After Riel had reassured Zevran that he hadn't hurt her, he spent a long time afterward holding her to him. At some point she had fallen asleep, listening to him to speak his lovely Antivan words to her. Although she didn't understand the words he said, the meaning was as clear to her as his love was.
Smiling, Riel carefully lifted her head to look up at him, surprised to find him still asleep. Usually when they slept next to each other, he was always awake before her. While he never left her to awaken alone, Riel would always open her eyes every morning to see that he was already awake and watching her. Or did he sleep at all? she wondered, thinking back to how tired they all were coming back from the tower.
Riel was about to close her eyes and get some more rest when she felt something move against her arm. Looking down Zevran's chest, Riel couldn't help but gasp when she saw his already full and thick member standing proudly and erect as it laid against his stomach. Without moving she watched the thing twitch, almost as if it had a mind of it's own and could sense her watching it. Compelled by some deep inner curiosity, Riel lifted herself up slightly, careful to not disturb her sleeping lover.
All of her life, Riel had feared men and the thing between their legs that they used against women. The flickering memories in her mind of her old masters pressing their lengths against her still made Riel want to vomit. Yet when she thought of the previous night, Riel felt no such revulsion when it was Zevran who touched her. And this thing now that seemed to strain for her even though Zevran still slept, it both confused and compelled her.
However, Riel noted with surprise, it no longer frightened her.
Reaching out her hand, Riel felt the need to touch it. To feel it in her hand and see what it felt like. Was it as smooth as the rest of Zevran's skin? Was it as hard as the corded strength that laid under his skin? It certainly felt that way last night. On both accounts. But what about now? Biting her bottom lip, Riel lightly ran her fingers along the shaft, feeling the delicate blood vessels under the skin.
"You keep this up, mi bella, and I may not be able to keep myself from you." Zevran chuckled huskily.
Riel gasped in surprise, darting back away, her face looking as if she were a child caught doing something that they weren't supposed to. The cute expression caused Zevran to laugh, even though he regretted startling her.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"
"Shh… there is no need to worry, mi bella," Zevran purred, his eyes shining with lust and affection. "I actually love the feel of your hands upon me."
"I shouldn't do that, though! Not without your permission!" cursed Riel, her face going red with embarrassment and shame.
Zevran pulled her face to meet his. "You always have permission to touch me, mi amor. I am yours, completely and eternally." Zevran took Riel's hand in his, then guided it back to his chest. "Anywhere, anytime…" Zevran's voice got deeper as he gently led Riel's hand lower, down his stomach to the ache between his legs. "Any place you wish to touch me." Zevran's eyes rolled back in his head when he felt Riel's small hand take hold of him.
Riel watched him as she she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She didn't know much about this area on men, but she did know that they were sensitive. So she was gentle as moved her hand up then down, delighting in each moan he gave to her. Running her fingers along the head, Riel gently pulled back the outer skin hiding the sensitive flesh.
An image flashed to her mind, a long ago memory of something that she was forced to do against her will. Yet Riel slammed the image away, determined to not let the monsters of her past ruin what she had now with Zevran. He was like nothing she had ever known in her past. Nothing like any man that ever lived. And she knew that with him, she was safe.
Riel wanted to show him just how much he meant to her. Just how much he had changed her and healed her. She wanted to give him something of her own choice. Something that she not just wanted to give, but to experience anew. With him. The kindest, most loving man that she had ever known.
Taking a deep breath to settle her anxiety, Riel leaned forward and placed a kiss on the head of the shaft. Immediately Zevran pulled her up, a concoction of shock, desire, and fear on his face as he gently held her away from himself.
"Please mi bella, do not do what you will regret. The touch of your hand is all that I need," he half begged, half purred. Yet Riel was determined. More than that, she was curious. Led by a desire to please him not because she must, but because she wanted to. To hear him gasp and moan her name while she gifted him with the same type of pleasure that he so freely gave to her.
"I have no regrets, Zevran. I want to do this," she replied before placing a soft kiss against his lips. She almost pulled away before Zevran wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him and kissing her deeply. And she accepted the desperate yet loving feel of him. The need of him to give her something because he could. It was the same way that she felt for him.
"No regrets…" he breathed against her skin when he finally released her lips, his tone almost begging.
"No regrets," Riel affirmed with a smile. Zevran nodded and laid back down against the bedroll, uncertainty mixing with his desires.
Riel's eyes refocused on the hard length and placed her hand once more upon it, feeling it twitch against her hand in almost anticipation. She watched her hand move up and down against the smooth hardness, before once more lowering down and placing another kiss against the head of it. From behind her, Riel heard Zevran hiss out of pleasure, the sound stirring a warmth between her own legs.
Feeling a boldness she usually only felt during battle, Riel found herself licking the underside of the member, letting her tongue linger on the small slit at the top. He tasted like bitter nectar - like the flowers from the area where her clan used to camp in the early spring. The Keeper would ask Riel to gather them sometimes for her potions, and Riel had tasted them once, curious. And yet even though similar, Zevran taste was so much better.
Sealing away her old memories, Riel lowered her head once more and took him partially into his mouth. Zevran nearly jumped off the bedroll, his moan so loud that Riel wondered if those back at the Inn would be able to hear him. However Riel kept her mouth on him, letting her tongue dance against his flesh.
"Riel, please wait-!" Zevran exclaimed hoarsely as he pulled her up his body. "As I said, you could tempt a saint, mi bella. And I do not nearly have the control needed to withstand your torturous assaults," he breathed heavily as he looked on her through hooded eyes.
"Tortuous assaults?" Riel laughed, knowing that those moans he made were from pleasure, not pain.
"If I am going to find my climax, then I wish to do so within your glorious depth," Zevran purred, running his fingers across her slit as if to emphasize the area he meant. Riel shuddered as she felt his touch, her eyes closing. "I think that perhaps it is my turn to sate my own curiosity," Zevran replied with a wicked grin on his face.
"What do you mean?" Riel asked, her voice languid as her hips rolled against his hand.
"Lay down, mi bella. I hunger for you, and I find myself in need to sate my hunger." Zevran gently led her back down, his hands running along her skin in soft caresses as he watched her. Her neck, her chest, over her beautiful breasts and down her stomach. Zevran took devilish delight in how he made her moan and squirm just by his touch. Added to the fact that this was just beginning thrilled him beyond measure.
Oh yes, he was going to enjoy his goddess.
Zevran lowered his head, first kissing her nipples, tasting them with his tongue before moving his kisses downward. Over her ribs and down across her stomach went his kisses as he moved himself lower, finally stopping when he laid between her legs. Gently he nuzzled her abdomen, his fingers moving lower to the core. Lightly he ran his fingers up and down over her slit, taking pleasure in how she moaned and moved against him. She was ready for him, yet Zevran demanded that he made her even more so. He would not be happy with himself until he had her begging and wet for him.
Zevran lowered his head and took a moment to observe her beauty. The soft petals of her lips, the swell of her thighs, the way a fine wetness already glistened for him… It was beyond beautiful. "Exquisito…" Zevran breathed heavily before finally tasting her. Riel jumped at his touch, her hips rising off the bedroll and her eyes going wide.
"Zevran?" she pleaded, unsure even in breathlessness.
"I told you, mi bella, I hunger for you. And if you will permit me, I wish to feast until you plead me to stop," Zevran laughed darkly.
Riel's hands drifted down and found Zevran's face, lightly touching his cheeks and lips. Zevran watched her closely, looking for any signs that she was uncomfortable. And when she nodded in response, her hands slightly pulling him back to her core, Zevran smiled broadly. He then lowered his head again, placing a kiss against her slit before letting out his tongue.
Riel threw back her head as pleasure shot through her as if it were lightening. All at once it was too much and yet not enough as she rocked her hips against his mouth. And when Zevran placed a long finger inside of her, Riel burst apart. Still Zevran assaulted her with his tongue and fingers, wringing every bit of pleasure out of her that he could. The second orgasm came quickly on the heels on the first. And it was just as intense. Riel found herself having to fist the fabric of the bedroll beneath her to help keep her still.
"Zevran….. please…." she mewled in a soft whimper.
Not yet Zevran laughed to himself as he increased his motions, suckling and pulling on her soft center. Swirling his tongue against the sensitive nub above her slit is what finally did it. Again Riel broke apart, her cries of pleasure becoming music in Zevran's ears. Never had he heard a sweeter sound than his name on her lips as she came for him.
"Now…!" Zevran growled as he released her core and climbed up her body. His own body hard and aching for her, Zevran positioned himself over top of Riel, his shaft lightly resting against her center. "Accept me, mi bella…." Zevran purred as he looked down at her.
Riel's hands slipped around his back as her legs found their place around his waist. Then with a slight shift, she took him inside of her. Zevran bit back a curse as she once again sheathed him. By the Gods, being in her was better than anything else in the world. And knowing that she accepted him willing through love made it that much more sweeter and special.
Zevran lowered his head and took her mouth, the two different tastes of her melding together and driving his passion higher. With Riel's legs locked behind him, Zevran rolled his hips drinking up the moans she made as he kissed her in deep passionate motions. Each stroke of his was met by her, lifting and meeting her hips against his even as he increased the pace of his strokes.
"Mi bella…" Zevran moaned against her lips, his body ready to burst.
"Mi amor," Riel responded back in Antivan, her motions driving him into quicker.
Even though he tried to bite it back until he felt her release, Zevran could not battle against the crashing tide of pleasure that slammed into him. He roared out, his body emptying into her own. However he was awarded by the feel of Riel's release following just a moment later.
Breathless, Zevran looked down at Riel, his eyes heavy with spent passion. He was determined to watch her this time, though. To assure himself that she indeed did not regret his body within hers.
As if knowing what he was looking for, Riel placed a soft kiss against his lips. "No regrets, Zevran," she purred, her hands dancing in glorious motions along his back.
"I love you, mi bella. More than anything, I love you," Zevran stated softly, plying her with light kisses along her mouth and cheeks.
"I love you too," Riel giggled.
"Now, should I be concerned that the woman I just made passionate love to, now giggles?"
"Only if you don't think I should be insanely happy after you make love to me," Riel replied, matching his mocking tone.
"Marry me, mi bella, and I will gladly spend the rest of of my life making you happy."
Riel paused, looking into his eyes as she tried to gauge whether he was serious. "Are you sure?"
Zevran lifted himself from her and pulled the two of them up so that they were both sitting. Then with practiced strength, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I have never been more sure of anything in my life," Zevran replied, his voice firm yet kind.
"Zevran, I'm not like other women," Riel argued quickly. "I'm still really messed up in a lot of ways, and that's not even including how we are in the middle of war against the Darkspawn."
"We will end this Blight, mi bella, and afterwards when this pesky Archdemon lies dead at your glorious feet, we will still have our lives ahead of us. And I can think of no one else who I would rather spend my life with." Zevran saw the skeptical look on Riel's face and sighed before speaking again. "I am no fool, Riel. What we are doing is dangerous. There is still much do, I know this. Armies to gather, a traitorous bastard to kill, and various other problems that will arise before we are even ready to face the Darkspawn. It is dangerous, and a lot can go wrong…"
"Zevran…" Riel whimpered, tears biting at her eyes.
"I know this, mi bella. And yet I cannot stop the way that I feel. Trying to imagine my life without you feels like trying to imagine my death, for it will be." Zevran paused to lift his hand and wiped away a tear that fell down Riel's cheek. "It will be difficult, but I will not abandon you. And I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and see you to the end of this journey and beyond it. And when this awful war is done, I will be gladly standing by your side, ready to finally give you the life that you deserve."
"What if…." Riel began, her worries and fears on the tip of her tongue.
"There are many 'what ifs' in the world, mi bella. And we cannot ever know them all. But I will face each and every one with you, at your side," replied Zevran, holding her close to him. However, he still saw her reluctance, as if she were still being held back by something. "Here, I have something for you," he quickly stated, wanting to take her mind away from her fears.
Looking behind him, Zevran spotted his side pack and pulled it over to him, careful to not move Riel from his lap. Opening it up, he rummaged through it until his face brightened into a smile and pulled out what looked like a rock the size of his palm. He then tossed his pack to the side and looked up at Riel, his face beaming with mischief.
"Do you remember that night by the river outside of Haven? When I came upon you washing?"
"And I nearly killed you?" Riel teased, still embarrassed by that night. Not only did he see the ugly scars that covered her back, but he also found out her most dangerous secret. The one thing she had hoped no one would ever find out about her in case they tried to lock her away.
"And rightly so, mi bella! After all, I should always be punished for staring luridly at you naked body. And there is no one else more well suited to inflict such sweet torture than yourself, my Riel," Zevran added with a wink, smiling pure mischief at her. Riel couldn't help but laugh at his words, even though her worries still ate at her. "That night on my way back to the camp, I found something, and have been trying to find the right time to give it to you…"
Zevran then held out the stone. Or more accurately, half of a stone. It was a dark grey color, the edges covered in rough bumps that scratched against Riel's hand as she took it. Yet when she turned it over to see the broken side, Riel gasped in amazement. For underneath the hard, rough exterior, beautiful crystals laid sparkling in the light. Rows of sparkling crystal of various shades of purples greeted her eyes as she carefully examined the stone, cradling it gently in her hands. Riel turned the stone over in her hands, marveling at the complete contrast between the rough outer appearance and the smooth beautiful crystals inside.
"In Antiva, these stones are called the 'Warrior's Heart', and are highly valued. The Chantry there says that they are a symbol from the Maker, teaching us that what may look hard or rough on the outside, can instead hold the most beautiful treasures." Zevran gently lifted Riel's eyes up to meet his own, taking pride in the look of love and wonder he saw there. "There is only 'what if' that worries me, mi bella. And that is what if I couldn't be with you," Zevran brought his hand up and cupped her scarred cheek. "What ever dangers that lie ahead of us, whatever battles that await us, I will face them all to keep you safe from harm. For as much or as little time the Gods give to us."
"Yes."
Zevran stared at her for a moment, confused. "Yes what, mi bella?"
"Yes, I'll marry you, Zevran," Riel replied with a tear filled smile.
Zevran felt as if his heart exploded in his chest, smiling so broadly he felt as if his face would crack. Yet none of that mattered. Not with his Riel in his arms. Not with her acceptance on her lips. No matter what, he was going to see her through this difficult journey. Past the Darkspawn and past the Archdemon and his Voidforsaken Blight. And when it was over, Zevran swore to the Gods above that he would spend the rest of their lives erasing every hurt and pain she had ever suffered with his love and devotion.
Laughing in joy, Zevran pulled Riel down to his mouth and kissed her hard. Riel melted against him, accepting both his joy and passion and returning it fully. Immediately Riel felt a hardness grow between them, her own body blooming in heat as a response. Zevran snaked his hand between their bodies, and found her cleft, rubbing it lightly with his thumb as his lips left her mouth feathered along her neck.
"Zevran… I need…" Riel murmured, becoming lost to his touch.
"I know mi bella…" he purred in response before taking her breast into his mouth. Riel cried out, arching her back as an orgasm rushed through her. Wanting to give him as much as he was giving her, Riel reached between them and took his shaft in her hand, gently gliding her hand along the sensitive head. Then with one swift motion Riel sat up, and brought herself down hard on to him.
Zevran thought that his heart did indeed burst from his chest as she rocked against him. She was so slick and wet, yet she gripped his hardness with each tight glide. With her legs around his waist and her in his arms, Zevran let Riel take control. Surrendering himself to her movements, Zevran just held on to her tightly as she rode out her passion on him. Yet he couldn't keep his mouth from her, finding the flesh of her neck far too tempting. With kisses and soft suckles, he worked his mouth while she increased her speed.
"Mi esposa," Zevran moaned against her neck just as their releases crashed together.
Drained, Zevran fell back to the bedroll, taking Riel with him. There he wrapped his arms around her, placing kisses to her temple as he fought fruitlessly against a wave of sleep. All too soon his eyes fell close, his mind filled with images of the life he would lead with his Riel once their journey was done. Of a grand house filled with children and servants to aid her in everything that she needed. Yes, he would give her everything. She would finally be safe. She will finally be happy. And she will finally be free.
Riel laid on top of Zevran's chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down and his breathing regulate. In her hand, Riel still held the stone that he had given to her. She was staring at it, watching at how the light played on the crystals inside. It really was beautiful. However what bothered her mind and kept her from finding the comfort of sleep like Zevran had was one nagging thought that refused to let go. It was something that Duncan had said the night of her initiation into the Wardens.
The reason why Wardens could sense Darkspawn and were the ones most needed to fight against a Blight.
It was because in order to do so, they had to ingest the blood of those evil, corrupted creatures in order to become what they were. And in so doing, each Warden who survived the joining would be sentencing themselves to a brutal and short life fighting against those very same evil creatures. Then as the years went on, the poison in their blood would slowly eat away at both their mind and body, leaving each Warden no better than ghouls.
There were no 'happy endings' for Wardens. There was only a life of nightmares, madness, and the eventual Calling. The last mission each Grey Warden takes when they know that they can no longer withstand the madness that infects them. Alone, they go down into the Deep Roads and fight against the cursed things until they finally die.
Now the only question was - How was she ever going to tell the man that she loved more than life itself that she was living under a death sentence?
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