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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 lie on an unfamiliar bed. How long had it been since she last slept in a real bed? How long had it been since she felt at ease? There was no way of knowing just how long it had been. She spread her arms and rubbed them along the cool sheets, this was a nice feeling. The door across the room cracked open, “Are you dressed?”, his deep voice carried a joking tone.
“Would it make a difference if I was not?”, she breathed.
“All the difference, really”, he smiled as he crossed the room to her. “Less work for me.”
“I am sorry to disappoint then”, she rubbed his bare back as he took a seat on the bed.
He shrugged, “You can keep them on for all I care. Clothes, no clothes. You’re beautiful all the same.”
When she sat up the covers fell away and exposed his tunic on her small frame. “I suppose you will be wanting this back?”, she started to remove it.
He shook his head, “You’ll keep it warm for me. Besides, I like when you steal my clothes. They always smell like you when you give them back.”
“And what does that smell like?”, she laid back in the bed, her long hair spilled across the pillows.
“Anise and cold.”
“Anise? Like the plant?”, she questioned.
“Yeah.”
“And… cold? What exactly does cold smell like?”, she smiled at the thought. Cold? How strange.
“I think it’s your magic. You use a lot of frost spells and it lingers on you.” He cuddled against her. His head on her bosom. “It’s like the smell when you walk outside in winter. It makes your nose cold. You smell like that.”
“That is more like a feeling, is it not?” Her nails massaged his scalp as she spoke.
“It’s a smell to me.”
“You are an odd man”, his head bounced with her laughter.
“That’s why you love me isn’t it?”
“That and many other reasons.”
“Like?”, he dragged the vowel.
“This red hair”, she tugged on it gently. “Your smile. Your jokes.”
“You’re the only one.”
“I know.”
They lie in silence. She enjoyed his presence, his warmth, his stubble poking through the thin fabric of the tunic. His snores vibrated against her chest before the door opened again. “He’s always falling asleep like that”, Cullen acknowledged as he sat at the foot of the bed.
“You sound jealous”, she poked his lower back with her foot.
“What? I’m not jealous. Just making a statement. I think he’s perpetually tired.”
“We cannot all be as strung up as you Knight-Captain”, she continued to stroke red hair as his snores dwindled.
“Shouldn’t he have Grey Warden stamina or something? He’s like a cat, always taking a nap.” Cullen laid back, his shoulders on her thighs and his head on her stomach. “It makes me tired, to see him,” he yawned, “always asleep.”
Kitsune traced his ear with her finger. In but a few moments of silence, both men were asleep. Their snores were simultaneous and lulled her to sleep.

A caress of her left breast stirred her. She kept her eyes shut when hot breath came through her shirt. The touch was clumsy, hurried. Alistair. There was another touch, another hand climbed up her leg. A finger grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. His skill drew her further out of her slumber. “What are you two doing?”, she asked with smile.
“Shh”, Cullen hushed her. His hands explored her legs. Swept over her knees, brushed along her calves. “You have the softest skin.”
“And even softer hair”, Alistair’s hands left her breasts and moved in her hair.
“What are you two up to?”, this wasn’t like them. They would never touch her at the same time.
“Can’t we do something nice for you, love?”, Cullen smiled and kissed her naked mound. Hadn’t she been wearing underwear?
“I… suppose but you cannot blame me for being suspicious. The two of you are not exactly the best of friends”, Kitsune laughed uncomfortably at the end of her sentence. This was extremely out of character for both men.
“We’ve put aside our differences for you. We both want to be a part of your life and if you want both of us… then both of us will be here.” Alistair pressed his lips to her. There was no protesting this.
Kitsune moaned against Alistair’s lips. Cullen had spread her folds, he blew warmth on her clitoris. She quivered and winced in anticipation when he reached his tongue out. Alistair forced her mouth open with his tongue, she gasped in surprise. He was never this vigorous or bold. She moaned into their kisses, Cullen’s lips circled her nerve bundle. He massaged it, suckled and teased it with his teeth.
She arched, Alistair placed his palm on her core. When had she taken off the tunic? His mouth stayed on hers, swallowing her moans. Her heels dug into the bed as Cullen grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides while he continued to pleasure her. The other man conquered her mouth. Teeth clicked and tongues slid past one another. He’d never kissed her like this before, he was being aggressive, dominant. She tried to pull away, catch her breath but he held her head in place.
Cullen penetrated her. A long, thick finger curled inside her. Her legs jerked upwards, her thighs nearly parallel to her belly. She cried out when he rubbed the spot that made her lower body twitch. “Ah!”
Alistair chuckled and directed her face to his. “Do you like that?”
Cullen continued to rub her, his finger massaged her harder, “It’s okay to make some noise, Kitsune. We’re not in the Tower.” He added a second finger, it too rubbed her rigid expanding spot.
She tripped over the letters of his name, Alistair hardly removed his mouth from hers. His thumb and forefinger twisted her pert nipple, what happened to his timid nature? His tongue coaxed hers, made her more eager, more needy. He pulled away just as her eyes fully shut and her back lie flat on the bed. She whined when the trail of saliva that connected them was severed. Kitsune sat up, tried to pull Alistair back down with her but his hand on her core stayed her.
Cullen stretched out his fingers to reach parts deep within her, she moaned and arched away from the bed. The ginger kissed a trail to her mound and with his chin at her pelvis, he lapped at her clitoris. Slow, drawn out licks, an occasion suckle and Cullen’s continued thrusts brought her to orgasm. She bit down on her lower lip, her cries muffled at first but then realization that this was okay came over her and she opened her mouth.
The templar removed his fingers with a slick sound and crawled up her belly. He slid his moist fingers past parted lips, making her taste herself on him. Perhaps out of jealousy Alistair touched his mouth to hers, the same flavor on him.
Gently both men rolled her on to her stomach. Four hands touched her back, callused fingers ran down her bottom, the backs of her thighs, her heels. Arms folded, she cradled her head, she enjoyed the men’s caresses. Unsure which of the two were licking her, taking in the trickling remnants of her orgasm, she groaned into the crease of her elbow. Palms flat on her back as legs surrounded her own, she felt his scar graze the nape of her neck. Those warm palms spread her and easily he slid into her.
The mage took him in, her brow furrowed and her teeth chewed at the inside of her lip. His motions forced her into the soft blankets, she angled her hips to force against him. “Maker”, she breathed. Cullen chuckled and stayed deep within her until she began to wiggle, hoping for him to relent. “Cullen”, his hands moved her waist back up to him when she dropped them in an attempt to escape.
He growled and plowed into her, the slapping sound of their flesh bouncing off one another reverberated. Where was Alistair in all of this, she wondered. Was he watching? Waiting for his turn with her? Just as she’d adjusted, welcomed his driving force, Cullen withdrew. She gasped at the sudden loneliness and sighed in relief when another set of legs wrapped around her.

Alistair was gentler, his touch was kind and she quickly realized what little he lacked in length he made up for in girth. He entered her and instantly she responded with a cry of his name. He spread her bottom as he plunged, his thumb grazed over her tight entrance. Her head snapped up in shock and it was Cullen whose hands were on her chin. He put the head of his glistening cock to her lips. She accepted him into her mouth, a bit distracted by the man behind her, his thumb still prodded for an entry. Kitsune tried to push herself up but Alistair stole one wrist from under her. He pinned it to her back and reached for the other, trapping it in the same hand of the other.
Cullen held her head up by silver as he fucked her throat. She took in deep breaths when he’d exit her briefly then steadily exhale between his thrusts. Without the use of her arms or voice she couldn’t object when Alistair had finally worked his thumb into her. She whimpered around the man in her mouth as she felt another climax begin to build. A sound came from the one in front of her. She looked up through watery eyes and saw him bow before she felt him twitch and tasted him spill out onto her tongue.
She swallowed, pleased that she could bring him such a powerful release. He smiled down at her and wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger. She licked the residue away eagerly. Alistair had yet to relax, he’d picked up the pace, his thrusts had become more shallow. She buried her face in the blankets, the moans muffled in the cotton. Cullen’s hands twisted in her hair, pulling it from her back and neck. He lifted her face up, out of the heat of the blanket. Mmm, his lips on hers as he kissed her through another climax. Alistair grunted as he filled her. His final movements within elicited his name from her again.
Kitsune lie with her belly fat against the bed. She was exhausted. One of them picked her up, off the bed and carried her to another room. She wasn’t sure which neck she’d wound her arms around, it didn’t matter. She loved them both and to be here, with them, made her the happiest she’d been in quite sometime. But what had it been that made her so unhappy? She couldn’t remember now. Her legs entered the warm water first, then her torso and finally her head.
A bath. A warm bath. This was a long awaited luxury, something she’d missed. But why had she missed it? Wasn’t this how it had always been? Her mind was clouded, her thoughts jumbled and something about all this didn’t seem normal. Any doubt was washed with the scented oils the men were rubbing her down with. One kneaded it into her tresses and the other massaged her feet. This. This was what she’d always longed for. Where was the pain now? What pain?, she questioned. Precisely.

Days past, or was it weeks? She couldn’t tell anymore. Her mornings ran into her evenings and the days seemed to never truly come to an end. They ate meals together, told stories, made love, slept. It was a cycle she never grew tired of. “Do you miss it?”, she asked Cullen one morning over breakfast. Was it morning?
“The Order, you mean?”, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Never.”
“But it was something you were so passionate about. You do not miss even one thing?”, Kitsune searched his eyes for something, any kind of remorse for choosing a life with her.
“Not one damn thing.” He smiled and his eyes glowed. “I’d rather we not talk about it. If that’s alright with you.” His large hand covered hers.
“You know what I miss?”, Alistair interjected.
She looked over at him awaiting his answer.
“I miss being in bed. With you.”
She giggled, “Can we enjoy our meal first?”
“If you insist”, Cullen laughed.

She stared at the ceiling, Maker she was tired. They wanted this every night and who was she to deny them? Their heads pinned her shoulders down, her arms were falling asleep. She tried to shift, just a little, just enough to free her arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?”, his hand clamped on her forearm, his honey eyes were… yellow?
She blinked in the dim light of the room, “Cullen?”
“I’m sorry, love”, he released her but the grip had left a red mark on her skin. “I wasn’t crushing you was I? Here, I’ll move.” He rolled over but not before placing a kiss on her forehead. His eyes were normal but that didn’t mean she hadn’t seen what she thought she saw.
She lie awake for awhile, a thousand thoughts crossed her mind. She shut her eyes and forced herself to sleep.

The morning brought with it a not so comfortable feeling. The house felt tense, bogged down, heavy. Both men were snippy and uncharacteristically, feisty. She’d asked Alistair for a glass of water and his usual response of, “Anything you need, my dear.” Was replaced with, “You’re more than welcome to get it yourself.” Cullen was usually mindlessly playing with her hair, plaiting the silver, today he was barely even looking at her.
“I am sorry”, she spoke out against the silence.
“What would you need to be sorry for?”, Alistair grinned. It seemed empty.
“For whatever I have done to upset the both of you. I did not mean it and I would love to make it up to you.” She picked at her fingernails nervously. Something she had never really done before. Their eyes were on her and that uneasiness she’d been feeling all day was very blatant to her now.
Cullen kneeled down in front of her. He touched her cheek with his knuckles. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” He tried to convince her with prolonged eye contact, she could see a glint of yellow beneath the brown. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He rubbed his nose against hers and the hand on her cheek closed around her neck. His lips curled back to reveal fangs. “Nothing to apologize for.” He repeated.
Her feet left the ground when he stood, “Cu-”, she choked under his grip. She kicked him, only to have Alistair hold her ankles still. Her legs, powerless in his firm grip. “St-op”, she croaked. Why? Why was this happening?
“S-stop”, Cullen mocked her. His eyes were a golden yellow now. “Whine and complain, that’s how Kitsune plays her games. She pretends she’s innocent, until you realize she’s playing you for a fool.” Spit splattered on her face.
What?, she tried to say. What was he talking about? Freeing herself was out of the question and her magic, she had nothing. “Pl-”
“P-p-please”, he chided as both he and Alistair threw her to the hardwood floor. “We had a deal!”, he roared.
“What?”, she questioned, her voice hoarse.
“Oh come off it”, Alistair spoke. “Like you really don’t remember.” His eyes began to glow too.
I do not remember, she thought. I do not remember anything.
Kitsune?
“Wynne?”, she whispered. That was Wynne’s voice wasn’t it?
You have to wake up now. You have to come back to us.
“We had a deal”, Cullen said again as he straddled her. The first blow was to her nose. Soon thereafter she felt the trickle of blood down her lip. “You lied to us, Kitsune”, he screamed at her and with a closed fist struck her again. Her head hit the floor and bounced back.
She groaned and tried to get him off of her. “Cullen!”, she spat blood. “Stop it! Why?”
His hand collided with her again. He opened his hand to reveal long purple claws. “You lead them right to us. You promised. You begged me to give you what you wanted.”
With one of those wretched claws he dug into her shoulder. She screamed. She screamed for the Maker, for Alistair, for Wynne. Another claw found it’s way into her belly. There was no escaping this pain. “I’ll teach the little mage what happens when you betray a demon of the Fade.”
If this was the Fade, then why did the pain feel so real? “Kitsune!”, she heard her name. She knew the voice but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t respond. “By the Maker, let her go you foul creature!” The whistling of a spell was followed by the relief of the pressure on her chest.
The elf gulped for air, none of it reached her lungs. She curled into a ball on the floor, hugged her knees close to her chest. The sounds of fighting kept her conscious. She remained still, her eyes stayed shut. “Kitsune!”, a old, familiar voice called to her. “It’s okay now, child”. Wynne was beside her, her hands fumbling over her bloodied body. “We have to get her out of the Fade. Her mind is not well.”
“What about her injuries?”, Alistair’s concern startled her.
“She’ll heal”, there was a confidence in Wynne’s voice, one she didn’t truly believe in.

“Hey, hey”, Alistair cooed. “Don’t try to get up just yet.”
She growled through her clenched jaw. “If this is not my physical body”, she cringed when her back hit the floor. “Then why does this hurt so much?”
“Demon’s can do that. They can hurt the soul, which hurts worse than any physical pain one can experience.” Wynne was sitting next to her. Her staff still glowing with a healing spell.
“I thought you were dead”, she said to her mentor. “I figured you had died at Ostagar.”
“It’ll take more than an army of darkspawn to take down this old bag of bones”, she smiled faintly. “There will be plenty of time for talk later. Once you’re feeling better we have to get out of the Fade.
“What were you doing with those demons? One moment you were right there with us and the next…”, Alistair held her hand in his. It was different than the one she held before. Different than the demon’s hand.
“I thought I could do it on my own. I thought I could protect everyone”, she knew it wasn’t the truth. She recalled what she’d done now. She willing went with the demon. She willing left, Alistair, Cullen, Leliana, and the others. She fled from her duty as a Warden for selfish reasons. Reasons she couldn’t admit to him now. He put her on this pedestal. Made it seem like she could do no wrong and when she did, it was her own inexperience.
“That was foolish”, the gruff voice in the distance chimed in. “You could’ve been killed.”
And with all this guilt in my heart, Cullen, I wish I had been.
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