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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."
Mi diosa: Antivan. "My goddess."
Emma lath: Elvhen. "My love."
Mi tentadora élfica: Antivan. "My elven temptress."
Ma emma uthlath, na'vhenan na ethin'ma: Elvhen. "My eternal love, your heart is safe within me."
Ma sa'lath: Elvhen. "My one love."

Riel and Zevran stayed at their camp at the base of mountain for several days. Together they worked to dry the meat from the deer that Zevran had killed, as well as drying some local herbs that Riel had recognized from her days among her clan. Although she was far from proficient in knowing which plants had what effects, Riel did remember a few things such as how to recognize elfroot and tell it apart from the similar looking deathroot. One healed, one poisoned, so it was an important first lesson the Keeper had taught her back in those early days.
During the day they kept close to the camp as they explored the area, looking for edible plants or useful herbs. Riel even managed to catch a couple rabbits in a snare she had set up. Lean meat, true, and certainly not something you ever wanted to depend on to survive starvation, but it was a nice add to their already drying meat and skins.
During the night, Riel would sit with her back against Zevran, their position more habit than a conscious thing now. As natural as breathing, it was something both of them seemed to expect of the other while they sat and watched the fire burn. And with the lazy schedule they kept those few days, it left ample time for their love making. Either during morning when they first awoke, the afternoon after they had washed at the stream, or during the evening after they cuddled by the fire.
Lying together now under the stars above, spent and satisfied, Riel thought of a question that she had been meaning to ask her elven lover. However, she knew that once asked, he would most likely inquire the same of her. And that would open a lot of questions and most likely hurt feelings, as she was forced to speak more of her past. However, lying as they were, their bodies still together as he rested his head off to the side of her shoulder, Riel could no longer keep the question inside for some reason.
"Zevran?"
"Hmhm?" he answered wordlessly, placing a kiss against her bare shoulder.
"How old are you?"
Zevran lifted his head and looked down at her. It wasn't a question he expected. Although thinking on it, it made sense that she would be curious. It was one of the few things that they still hadn't spoken off. Age being something strange to measure each other by, giving the type of lives that they lived. Assassins were more measured by the amount of years they had managed to stay alive after they became what they were. A successful one living perhaps a few decades until they either died by competition, a mark, or through a failing of their own aging body. Only a rare few ever managed to live long enough to achieve the status of 'elder', and even then they were hunted by their kin and other assassins for the the power and prestige that the killer would get for managing to take one of them out.
It was a life that Zevran had resigned himself to years ago when he was still a lad training to become a Crow. Yet now that he met his Riel, he knew that life was no longer for him. True, there would be others who hunted for him because of his status as a Crow. However he would broker them no easy death on his part. Before, all he had to protect was his reputation and the farce of life that he lived. Now, he had his Warden, and the life that he would provide for her. And he intended on living a very long time by her side.
Zevran paused as he tried to recall the exact years given how old he was when he had joined the Crows until he accepted the mission here in Ferelden. "From what I can remember, I have seen twenty six summers since my mother gave birth to me," he answered truthfully.
"Oh," Riel replied back, her eyes watching her finger trace the tattoo on Zevran's shoulder. Zevran waited for her to say more, yet when she didn't, he got curious.
"And you, mi bella? That is, if you wish to tell me."
"Eighteen," she quickly stated, her eyes still locked on his tattoo. "Or at least, that's what I think. Keeper Marethari wasn't sure though when she examined me after I was found."
"And you were with the Dalish for several years you said?" Zevran asked, full realization coming upon him even as he dreaded it.
Riel nodded, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I was with the the Dalish for three years before Duncan came."
"So you escaped-" Zevran stopped himself before he continued, cursing himself for even saying that much as he witnessed the tears fall down her cheeks.
"I told you that I don't know who my real parents are. I was with those two," Riel chose her words carefully, knowing Zevran hated it when she called those that abused her her 'masters'. "I was with them ever since I can remember."
"Mi bella," cursed Zevran as he rolled off of her.
Although he hated being free from her after they made love, being inside her when such memories came to her was not something Zevran could put either of them through. To have something as beautiful and special as his time with his Riel tainted by the evil in her past stoked the fire of his anger. And he couldn't bear it if she ever began to associate the love they shared with the memories from her past. So instead he just rolled onto his back and pulled her up against him, holding her tightly to his chest as she worked through her emotions.
He didn't blame her for what happened or the times when her memories came between them. It would take more time than just the few days they had spent together to erase her past from her mind, and a part of Zevran doubted that it would ever truly leave her at all.
"I'm sorry, Zevran!" Riel pleaded as he pulled her against him. "I didn't mean to ruin this!"
"You didn't ruin anything, mi bella," Zevran smiled before pulling her up so he could kiss her.
"You moved away from me though…"
"Only because I didn't want you to think of me in the same light as those…-" Zevran couldn't bring himself to call those who hurt her anything other than whatever vile words first came to his mouth.
"I would never think that," whispered Riel as she straddled his waist. "I'm sorry I even brought it up. I was just curious about how old you were…"
"Never apologize to me for your past or your curiosity, mi bella. I will answer anything you have to ask of me to the best of my ability." Zevran pulled her face down to his, kissing her softly while his hands caressed her bare back.
"Anything, huh?" she replied, her voice pure mischief as she looked down into his eyes.
"Anything, mi amor. Although I do wonder what wicked things you are thinking of with such a tone in your voice," Zevran replied with a laugh.
"Did you like being an assassin?"
The question floored Zevran, as it was not something that he ever thought she would ever ask. Thinking for a moment of the best way to answer, he simply met her gaze and responded truthfully. "I did. I enjoyed the hunt. The way I could outwit even the best guard or defences. And I enjoyed ending my target's life. It was a pleasure like nothing else, watching the life drain from their eyes." Zevran waited a few moments before asking his own question. "Does that disturb you, Riel?"
Riel shook her head as her fingers danced along a particular curl of the tattoos on his chest. "No. I actually think I understand," she finally stated, her eyes not leaving his chest. "There were people I've killed. Before joining the Wardens. A human who stumbled upon me and a-... a friend…." Zevran wasn't sure that he liked the way she paused when she talked about this friend. "I ended up slitting his throat from behind with my dagger. And yet, I didn't feel bad about it. It actually made me feel kind of… relieved."
"And since joining the Wardens?"
Again she was quiet for a moment before she answered, and Zevran waited patiently while she found the words. "There have been people - bandits, gang members, cultists, even blood mages who I've killed since becoming a Warden. I remember the moment when my blade took their life, and I remember each time the shock of their death upon them as the light faded from their eyes until they were nothing but lifeless corpses."
"And how does this make you feel, mi bella?"
"When they died… When I killed them… I felt nothing. They were trying to kill me or someone else in our group. And after the battle was over and I stood over their cold bodies, I felt… good. And not just because that I was standing and my friends were safe and that they were not."
"There is nothing wrong with that, Riel."
"Isn't there though?" Riel met his eyes then, tears falling down her cheeks again. "I was happy that I killed them. Human or dwarf, Qunari or even another elf. It didn't matter to me. I killed them, and I was thrilled. Doesn't that make me a bad person?"
Zevran sat up, keeping Riel in his lap as he held her. "No, mi bella. It makes you mortal. To find happiness at the end of battle when your allies stand and your enemies lay dead at your feat… That is something that I would expect anyone to feel if they were put into the same situation," he replied, cupping her cheek in his hand.
"I wanted to kill them though, Zevran. To hurt them as they have others. As I was hurt. And when I took their lives from them, it made me want to do it again and again until there was nothing around me but blood and dead bodies." Riel was fully crying now. "And Creators help me, I enjoyed it. Knowing that they couldn't hurt anyone again… Before becoming close to you, it was the only time I was ever really happy."
"Shh, mi bella… there is nothing wrong with that," Zevran crooned as he held her to him.
"Maybe not for a normal person Zevran… However, I'm not normal, am I?"
"I personally like how you are not normal like everyone else," he laughed briefly.
"I am a-... a-..." Riel paused, finding it difficult to even voice the word.
"A gorgeous and sexy temptress?" Zevran winked, causing Riel to smile despite her mood. Which is exactly what he was trying to do.
"You know what I mean! A… a mage…" she whispered the last word, still terrified that Templars would come crashing out of the bushes around them, ready to lock her up or make her Tranquil.
"Oh, yes. That too," Zevran replied in the same joking manner.
"Zevran, I'm being serious! What if this hatred… This lust for blood and death… What if it calls a demon to me? I've managed to stay hidden from demons so far, but what if it just one time and I slip up? Just once letting my anger or my hatred get the better of me and a demon uses that to take advantage of me? Ever since the Circle Tower and I saw just what could happen when a mage fails to guard against the demons just one time… I don't want to become an abomination, Zevran!"
"That will never happen, mi bella," he whispered to her before placing a quick kiss against her lips.
"How do you know, Zevran? I liked killing those people. What if a demon uses that against me? What if I let my anger get out of control and I let a demon inside of me?"
"Riel, I want you to feel this, right here," Zevran stated as he placed her hand on his chest over his heart. "Do you feel that?"
"Your heart?" she replied, confused.
"That isn't my heart, mi bella. That is yours. Your heart has beat within my chest from the moment you told me that you loved me. Just as my heart beats within your chest." Riel lifted her other hand and placed it over the beating in her own chest. "And as long as you have my heart within you, no demon can take you, mi bella. Whenever you feel tempted or afraid, place your hand upon your chest and feel my heart there. Telling you with every beat that you are loved, and desired, and wanted. And that no matter what, I will always be there to protect you."
"Oh Zevran…."
"To me, enjoying killing every rotten and corrupt bastard that you come across is actually an endearing quality I find anyway," he stated, a sly smile on his face her he looked at her.
"Zevran, you are so bad…" Riel laughed despite the unhinged emotions plaguing her.
"Actually, from what I remember of only just a few minutes ago, I am actually pretty good… Unless you plan on shattering my poor ego and telling me you were faking those releases that I gave to you."
Riel laughed again, feeling the previous tension leaving her. "I don't know… I might need a reminder…" she teased back before leaning in to kiss him.
"Oh how you wound me, mi bella. That my affections are so easily forgotten is a unbearable weight on my consciousness! I need to correct this, and make sure that you never forget it again…" he purred before lightly nipping at her neck before placing languid kisses from her jaw down to her collarbone.
"And how do you plan on doing that, ser elf?" she teased back even as her back arched from his touches.
"I think I may know a way, mi bella. However, it may take a bit of time to leave a proper lasting impression. Do you feel that you are up to such a venture?"
Riel lifted his gaze up to meet her own. "With you, ser elf, I know anything is possible."
Zevran chuckled darkly as his hands found her rear and gave it a slight squeeze. "Let's not waste any time then, my gorgeous temptress…" Zevran then ducked his head down and took her breast in his mouth, moving his tongue in tantalizing circles as he suckled her. Riel gasped breathlessly, her hands going to his hair and lightly taking hold.
Zevran's hand first found her other breast, massaging it tenderly before it roamed lower between them stopping when it found her heated core. With his other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her against him, Zevran dragged his thumb over her core then back up to the sensitive nub of flesh that rested just above it. The husky and lust filled moan Riel made as he touched her encouraged him further, managing to place first one finger inside of her slick heat, then another. Still he rubbed her with his thumb as his fingers worked the inside of her.
"Oh Creators!" Riel moaned a moment before a powerful orgasm shot through her.
Growling in approval, Zevran laid his wife to be back on the furs and skins beneath them. The night air was cool despite the fire beside them, however all Riel could feel was his glorious body over hers. The heat from their combined passion more than enough to keep her warm in the face of the cold mountain winds.
When she was fully on her back, Zevran took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips where he reverently kissed each beautiful tip. He then smiled wickedly down at her before bringing her hand down to meet the hand at was still pleasuring her core. Before she could guess what he was doing, Zevran placed her middle finger against her own nub, massaging the area through her own finger.
"Do you feel that, mi bella? That is your hand you feel doing that," he chuckled, enjoying the look of embarrassment mixed with pleasure on her face. "I must admit, I have wondered what you would look like as you pleasured yourself. Your own fingers working your body until you suddenly explode in pleasure. Do you think you could do that, mi bella?"
"Zevran, I… don't know…" she breathed, a twinge of fear and shyness in her voice.
"Do you want to try, mi bella? I will be here with you, watching…. and approving I must say," he laughed again, that same dark, lusty tone to his words.
Unable to speak to the shyness and embarrassment filling her, Riel only nodded her head. Her eyes locked on him, she lightly bit her lip as Zevran's hand left her own so that that it was just hand on her sensitive bit of flesh. Zevran watched through hooded eyes as she slowly moved her fingers against the flesh, her body responding to itself in all the glorious ways a woman's body should.
"Very well done, mi bella…." he groaned before taking her free hand and letting her touch the wet slit that he still worked with his other hand. A positively wicked grin spread across his face then, as Zevran joined her hand with the one pleasuring her. "Do you feel that, mi bella? Do you feel us together like that? Does it feel good?"
"Creators yes…!" she breathed out in a desperate groan, her head tossing back as she rode out another release.
"I wish you could see how beautiful you looked right now, mi bella. To see you take pleasure in yourself…" he growled, watching her every movement and moan closely. "You are absolutely amazing, mi diosa," he groaned as he positioned his body in between her legs, watching with hungry eyes at how easily they both pleasured her.
Unable to keep himself back anymore, Zevran darted forward and took her core into his mouth. Riel almost jumped off the furs beneath her, however Zevran placed a hand on her abdomen, settling her back down again. Carefully he pulled their combined fingers from inside of her before licking them both clean with great flourish. His mouth then found her core again, laving and suckling on the tender flesh there.
"By all the Gods above! Zevran!" Riel cried out in ecstasy, his mouth filling with her sweet nectar as he continued to lick and nibble at her.
Suddenly Riel reached down to him and pushed his head from her, before pulling him up and all but tossing him on to his back. Zevran couldn't help but laugh as she manhandled him, her desire and cravings evident in her shining silver eyes.
"And what naughty things are going through that beautiful mind of yours, mi bella?" he teased even as she took hold of his erection with her hand lowered her lips to the tender head of it.
The torture she laved on him was nothing short of exquisite. Each swirl of her tongue or pull of her mouth bringing new definitions of pain and pleasure to his mind. With one of her hands cupping and gently massaging his sac, while the other worked in tandem with her glorious mouth, Zevran was calling on every inch of willpower he had to withstand her. Yet with every second, his resolve faded away not by small chips, but by leaps and bounds.
"Riel… please…." he pleaded with her, completely unashamed in his unmanly pleas for mercy.
Riel laughed, fully enjoying the power that she had over him. "Is there something that you need, emma lath?"
Zevran growled, reaching down and pulling her up his body to meet his lips in a hard yet passionate kiss. Riel moaned against his lips as one of his hands fondled her breast while the other wrapped tightly against his waist. Masterfully, he plundered her mouth. His tongue sliding and dancing over her own. He then broke the kiss and growled to her, his voice deep and thick with emotion and desire.
"You, mi tentadora élfica. That is what I need."
Riel smiled triumphantly as she straddled his waist, positioning herself so her core rested against his shaft. Zevran let out a hiss, as if the mere touch of her burned him. Yet Riel knew the sound he made well enough to know that it was pleasure that burned him, not pain.
"As much as you want me right now, would you stop if I asked you to?"
Zevran placed his hand against her cheek and stared into her eyes, wanting to make sure that she would not only hear him but see the conviction in his eyes as he spoke.
"Without question. My desires are nothing compared to your well being, mi amor."
"And that is one of the many reasons that I love you, emma lath," Riel purred as she guided him inside of her. They cried out in unison, the feeling of completeness and unity as powerful in their minds as the utter pleasure they each felt as they joined together.
After a moment of simply enjoying the feel of him inside of her, Riel began to ride him slowly. Since their first night together as lovers, she had wondered what it would be like to on top of him as they made love. And while it was just as pleasurable as when he was on top of her, this newer position awarded her something different that she hadn't expected or even experienced before. With him under her, she got to control the thrusts and speed. And Zevran was perfectly willing to give her that control too. While his hands rested on her hips, they did not force her to move faster or in a certain way. She was in complete control.
And she loved it.
Bracing her hands on his chest, Riel experimented with her new control. Faster, slower, turning her hips, or if she leaned down compared to if she straightened her back… It was a glorious journey of finding just the right ways to not just pleasure him, but herself as well. Which ways excited her the most. Which ways made his eyes roll back into his head and his breath became more labored. This was power she could get used to having. And enjoy every minute of it, too.
Zevran was beside himself with pleasure. Never before had he ever seen something so lovely as his Warden riding him. Especially when she arched her back and the moonlight hit her skin in just the right way that she seemed to literally glow from the inside. Each glide and thrust was pure torture, the need to climax clawing at his mind and body. However, he used every last bit of resolve he had to hold it off for just a little bit longer. Zevran could see the enjoyment his Riel was having she rode him, finding which ways pleased her most. And Gods help him, she was glorious in her experiments. It was literally all he could do to hold himself off, although he knew that it wouldn't be long before he could no longer hold himself back.
"Mi bella…" Zevran moaned meekly, a desperate need in his voice as he stared up Riel.
"Mhmm, I think I know what you need, ser elf," she breathed heavily before leaning down and kissing him deeply. The response was immediate and wholly expected.
Zevran wrapped his arm around her waist a moment before he rolled them both over. With him now on top of her, Zevran took control of not just the kiss but their lovemaking. Riel's legs locked behind his hips and he began to move furiously inside of her. With quick yet demanding strokes, Zevran teased one last release from her writhing body before at last giving in to his own release.
And what a release it was.
Like a feral beast, Zevran growled out her name out into the night. The shockwaves of pleasure cascading not just through him, but reverberating through Riel as well as she felt him empty himself into her. And with each pulse from his shaft, her own release hit her harder until she was all but screaming out his name.
Far too soon, Zevran collapsed on to her, his head nestled in the crook of her neck. There he placed light kisses against her skin as Riel gently ran her fingertips along his back. They stayed just like that for quite a while, until finally Zevran lifted his head and placed a sweet kiss upon her lips.
"I know many languages, yet there are no words for how I feel for you. You put them all to shame," he purred against her lips.
"I don't think the words exist yet for how I feel for you," she replied in the same reverent tone he just used.
"Ma emma uthlath, na'vhenan na ethin'ma," Zevran whispered softly to her, taking her hand and placing it on his chest.
"As yours is in me, ma sa'lath," she replied, repeating his gesture.
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