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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.
Chapter rated M (mature) 18+ for adult content.
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Translations:
Mi amiga: Antivan. "My friend."
Mi amor: Antivan. "My love."
Mi bella: Antivan. "My beauty." Endearment Zevran uses for Riel.
Derriere: Another word for arse.
Amante: Antivan. "Lover."
Emma lath: Elvhen. "My love."
Mi reina: Antivan. "My queen."
Ma vhenan: Elvhen. "My heart."

If she was honest about it with herself, Riel would have to admit that she rather enjoyed watching Zevran setting up their tent and putting their belongings away. The way his muscles bunched when he bent over, or the way they stretched back out when he stood again. The look of calm determination on his face was something that Riel had seen often over the weeks; a look he often used when he was set on a course of action either in battle or outside of it. If any of their companions could match her stubbornness, it would definitely be her bronze skinned lover.
Even when Riel had tried to sneak off to see what the others were up to, Zevran's keen senses immediately caught her as she tried futilely to slip away. With a far too charming smile and gently chiding, he would lead Riel back to the furs he had set out for her against the back of the wall. Something that did more to annoy her rather than endear, even if a niggling part of her mind secretly enjoyed his pampering.
Now with their tent set up near the back wall of the room they occupied, Riel could almost thank Zevran for offering them a bit of privacy away from the rest of the party's eyes and ears. True, it was only several feet of distance, but it was a rather nice compared to the huddle of bedrolls they usually used when they rested in these dark pits. Riel was still uncomfortable with leaving the chores to the others, however. As much as her tired body enjoyed the bit of rest she had while watching Zevran set everything up, Riel just couldn't find it within herself to let go of her need to be productive and in control of things.
"There, all done, mi bella," Zevran stated with his usual charming smile.
"I could have helped, Zevran. At the very least I could have helped keep watch while the others set up camp."
Zevran kneeled down to where Riel sat, his eyes sparkling with mischief and pretend hurt. "Oh, but then you would have denied me the pleasure of showing you my rather nice derriere whenever I bent over…."
"Your derriere, huh?" laughed Riel.
"I happen to know that I have a particularly handsome posterior," he said with a wink before turning around and gripping at his arse in front of Riel. "I know for sure that you have enjoyed grabbing at it while we make love, mi amor." Riel was laughing now as she reached out and smacked Zevran's offered arse. "Oh, you're feeling a bit kinky tonight, are you amante?"
"By the Creators, Zevran! Put that thing away!"
"Just as well," Zevran said with a seductive sigh, turning around to face Riel again. "I happen to know that the other side is much more pleasurable to you anyway…" Zevran then gently took her hand and placed it against the hard bulge behind his trousers.
"Zevran!" Riel exclaimed, snapping her hand back. "There are others just over there!" Riel motioned with her head to their other companions not ten feet away from them.
"Mi bella, if I had my way, they would know all the way back in Orzammar what you sounded like as I brought you to climax," he replied with hooded eyes. Zevran then leaned into her, his lips lightly touching the hollow of her neck. "You are so beautiful when you release for me, Riel. When you find your pleasure in my hands," he started, running his hands down her side until they touched the juncture between her thighs. "Or in my lips." Riel couldn't help but moan as she felt his soft kisses along her neck. "Or perhaps even something harder…."
Riel cursed her weakness as she felt her resolve crumbling to pieces when he took her hand once more and placed it on his hard length. "Zevran, I…." she whispered, battling her needs and emotions with what he brain was telling her.
"Shh…. You have been pushing yourself so hard lately, mi bella. Let me take away your stress and worry…"
Zevran then slid his arms around Riel's waist and nearly lifted her off the ground right where she was. Together they stood, Zevran's lips never far from her skin as he delivered feather light kisses to her exposed neck and jaw. With the practiced movements of an experienced lover, Zevran guided Riel the short distance to their tent, then just as easily as they stood, he led her inside the tent and then down upon the bedrolls he had set up.
"Zevran… the others," Riel tried to protest even as her fingers pulled at the clasps of his armor.
"Are not something to worry about, mi amor. Let me take you away from all of this…." he purred as he quickly undid her armor with a speed that came not just with urgency but practice. "Lose yourself to me, mi amor. Right now, it is just the two of us, out in the wilderness. Just you and I, as it was before any dwarves or Deep Roads."
Riel's mind went blank as she felt his lips on her own, his tongue delicately tasting and probing her mouth. Creators had she missed this. The feel of him over top of her. His lips on her skin, his hands caressing every inch of her as he worked her body in ways only he knew how. One moment she lay there, gasping and clinging to him, the next she was naked under his touch, her armor and undergarments gone and forgotten.
Desperate to feel him, Riel worked at his own armor and clothing, her tongue and lips leaving his mouth and finding their way to his own neck and perfectly pointed ears. Taking pleasure in the way he hissed as she ran her tongue along his ear, Riel giggled lustfully.
"I love the way you taste, emma lath," she murmured with a smile against his skin.
"You taste sweeter than the finest ambrosia gifted by the gods, mi amor," Zevran laughed in response, ducking his head down to take her breast into his mouth.
"By the Creators!" she exclaimed softly, her head thrown back and fingers winding in his hair.
Without even being conscious of the actions, Riel bit her lip in desire as she felt Zevran's now naked body sliding up against her own. The hard length between his legs no more a frightening thing, but a glorious weight pressed against her thighs. Zevran licked a line from one of her nipples to the other, loving the way her back arched up to meet his lips.
"Touch me, mi bella, and know that I am for you. Always," he purred, taking Riel's hand and placing it on his straining shaft. Gritting his teeth against the pleasure, Zevran again marveled at how well she handled him. How she knew just where to put pressure and where to drag her fingers. Truly, her hands upon him was a delicate and sublime torture.
"I love you, Zevran…" Riel moaned, watching through lusty eyes at how his whole body moved as she held him. Again Zevran's lips latched to hers, teasing and tormenting her with his passion as he gently fondled her breast.
"I will always love you, mi bella," he replied huskily against her lips before kissing her again.
Slowly his hand slid down her chest and over her abdomen, gripping her writhing hips momentarily before moving further south down her body. When he reached her center, Riel couldn't keep the hearty moan back as he cupped her. With careful motions he massaged her most sensitive area, his smile deepening as he watched her twist and writhe under him.
"You truly are beautiful when you come for me, mi bella. The sounds you make are the sweetest that ever have touched mortal ears. Will you do it now for me? Will you release for me, as I touch you as you deserve?"
Zevran than glided a finger inside of her, followed a second. The feeling of of his lips against her and his touch inside of her tipping the scale and sending Riel into a sweet release. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her hips ground down against his hand, her throaty groan music to Zevran's ears.
"That's it, mi bella… Lose yourself to me…. Lose yourself to the pleasure I give to you."
"Zevran!" Riel exclaimed breathlessly, his skillful fingers dragging another release out of her even before she fully recovered from the first one.
"Tell me what you desire, mi amor… Tell me and it is yours."
"I want…" she breathed, caught between desire and shyness. "I want…"
"Tell me… Tell me your desires…"
Riel felt her face go red not just from the pleasure he gave to her, but from the heat of embarrassment. She didn't know how to ask for things. How to explain the feelings and desires in her mind. Hey body knew, yet translating that to words and pushing them out past her tongue were more difficult.
With her hips twisting against his touch, Riel reached up and ran her fingers gently over his perfect lips. She let out a surprised moan when Zevran took her fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over the pads and gently suckling the tips. Riel closed her eyes and tilted her head back, reveling in the feel of his tongue dancing over her fingers.
"I think I know what mi reina desires…" he chuckled darkly, releasing her fingers. With slow languid kisses, Zevran moved down Riel's body, making sure to kiss every scar and blemish in her skin as he did so. When his head became flush with her hips, Zevran teased her by kissing and running his tongue along the inside of her thighs. "Mi reina wishes her devoted follow have a proper feast, and I ever so grateful," purred just before dragging his tongue slowly against her core.
"Zevran!" Riel shouted, her hips jumping up from the bedroll beneath her.
"I wish to hear my name on your glorious lips when you come for me. I wish for you to know that no other is here with you, and that for as long as you will have me, you are mine alone, mi bella."
Zevran then went work, lapping and suckling at her, his talented tongue working in tandem with his fingers inside of her. Again and again, he would bring to the very edge of madness before easing back again, drawing out her orgasm with expert touches and flicks of his tongue.
"Zevran, please… ma vhenan…." she cried out as her body strained under his touch.
"Let me know that it is just you and I that fills your mind…"
"Zevran!" Riel roared out as a shattering release tore through her. With careful caresses, he rode out her storm as she bucked and twisted against him until her throaty moans became desperate mewls.
In a single smooth motion Zevran glided up Riel's body, pressing a deep kiss to her while he positioned his hips against hers. The sweet mingling of her tastes making him both dizzy with satisfaction yet hungry for more. In truth, he doubted that he could ever get enough of his precious Riel. His breathing labored through desire, Zevran looked down at his woman, committing the look of her flushed and pleasured face to his memory.
"Do you trust me, mi bella?" he whispered softly to her. She looked up at him puzzled for a moment, then nodded her head.
"With everything," she responded back to him, her worry being lost in the love she felt for him.
Zevran pulled back from her and onto his knees, then with careful hands turned Riel over so her back faced him. He then brought her back flush against his chest, one hand cupping her breast while another found her sensitive nub and massaged it gently. Delivering light kisses and soft nibbles to her neck and shoulder, Zevran carefully brought her body close yet again. When he felt her climax rising, he gently nudged her legs apart further, bringing his hard erection right up against her core.
"Do you accept me, Riel?" he whispered hoarsely into her ear. Riel nodded her head, too far lost to speak. "I need to hear you, mi bella. Do you accept me?" he asked again, his voice firmer and more demanding this time.
"Yes, Zevran! I accept you!" she cried out in yearning. Her cries were immediately cut short however as she felt him slide deeply into her. Deeper than ever before, even. "Gods, Zevran!" she exclaimed as he filled her completely.
"I will not let them have you, Riel!" he breathed into her ear as he moved inside of her. "I will see you free from this!"
Over and over again, he pulled her down on to his shaft, each stroke affirming in his heart the vows he made to her. And when he could no longer prolong his climax, Zevran lightly bit at the soft flesh of Riel's neck, not enough to cause pain but enough to mark her as his. With her name heavy on his lips as he released into her, the sound of her own climax echoed in his ears as a sweet symphony of fulfilled desire and need.
Spent, Zevran carefully lowered Riel down to the bedrolls below, his arm wrapped around her middle in a protective embrace. When she laid contentedly on her stomach below him, Zevran took a moment to catch his breath. By the gods above, she was more than he ever could have wished for. And each time he held her in his arms and made love to her, he touched a piece of heaven he never knew existed. At least not for people like him.
She was everything to him. His heart. His life. The very air he breathed. And by the Maker and all other gods, he would protect her.
Zevran laid light kisses up her spine as he moved up her body, enjoying the soft moans of pleasure escaping from her lips. Before he succumbed to the desire to lay next to her, however, one final part of his plans involving her needed to be done. It wasn't that he wanted to do it, however it was the only way he knew to make sure that not only would she finally get some rest, but would also remain asleep long enough for him to complete his other tasks.
Carefully Zevran leaned his body over, opening the tent flap slightly and looking just outside. Smiling, Zevran was pleased to see Leliana did her small part in delivering the mug with the liquid inside.
"Mi bella…?" he crooned softly.
"Hmhmm?" Riel answered, not bothering to even open her eyes let alone lift her head. Instead, a lazy and satisfied smile remained on her lips as she laid beneath him.
"I had Morrigan make you some headache medicine. It will help you sleep," he lied. Sort of. It was medicine to help her sleep. And she wouldn't feel her headaches while she slept either. But by the gods, he hated tricking her.
"I feel perfect right now, Zevran…." Riel groaned, her eyes still closed.
"However, you know I worry for you. Please, drink this and ease my concern…" Shit, he hated this.
Riel let out a deep groan as she turned around and sat up slightly. Looking first at the drink than at Zevran, her face scrunched together when she smelled the liquid he offered. "What is that? It smells familiar, but not in a good way…"
"It is the tea I made for you the other day before we left Orzammar that you forgot to drink. It will help you sleep. Which will in turn ease my worry." Zevran pulled out his well practiced charm despite how much he hated himself for it. Cursing himself silently, he forced himself to smile sweetly at her, hoping that she would believe him and take the drink.
"A pain medicine, huh?" she questioned, still looking dubious.
"Please, for me, mi bella?" Yup, he was an asshole. And if wasn't for the fact that he needed to be in good condition for the next part of his plans, Zevran would have kicked his own ass for what he was doing. Probably still would too, later. That is if Riel didn't beat him to it. Although he would gladly fall on her dagger if it meant that she would survive the evils that plagued her mind down here in this Voidforsaken place.
"Only because I love you," Riel chided as she took the mug and swallowed a huge mouthful. After a breath, she swallowed again, then a third to finish the liquid entirely. "Feel better?" she smiled up at him as she handed back the mug.
Not in the slightest "Absolutely," he said instead. He then placed the mug on the ground before cuddling up next to his would-be wife. "Now please do me the honor of lying here next to me, mi bella. I wish to hold you as you fall asleep."
"Now how can I refuse a request like that?" she giggled, feeling his strong arms encircle her as they laid down together.
"Know that everything I do, I do it because I love you, Riel."
"I...-" *yawn* "...love you too."
Zevran waited for a few moments, just feeling her against him as she drifted off into an easy sleep. The potion Morrigan brewed acted quickly, especially when combined with how tired his Riel already was. Within just a few minutes she was asleep, her breathing even and soft.
"I pray to the gods that you can forgive me, mi bella," he whispered into her ear before reluctantly leaving her warm embrace.
He hated himself for what he had to do, yet he saw no alternatives that didn't result in his Warden either dying or becoming even worse than she already was. Zevran began to mentally berate himself as he quickly redressed and fastened his armor. Then with one last loving look down to his Riel, Zevran covered her with a blanket then departed the tent.
Over by the main fire, Leliana and Wynne already waited, with the dwarf Oghren standing off to the side speaking with the giant Sten. As soon the two women saw Zevran approach, they stood and met him halfway.
"She is asleep, then?" Leliana asked politely.
Zevran nodded, his face grim as he thought over the task that laid before them. "I want Sten and Morrigan to know that no matter what happens to us while we are gone, their priority is to Riel. She must be protected, at all costs," he stated firmly.
"Of course dear. They know how important she is," Wynne replied with her usual motherly smile.
"Those were quite the rutting sounds you two made there, elf!" Oghren laughed as he came over to where the other stood.
"Do not demean what we shared with such callous words, dwarf!" snapped Zevran, his eyes blazing fire at the other male.
"Hey, easy there! I only meant that it's good that you're taking care of her. She's been a bit too high strung since we entered the Deep Roads. Not that I've exactly known the Warden long. But it's good to see that she can enjoy a good dic- mwfh!"
"Ignore him, Zevran. He's either drunk too much or not enough. I haven't figured out which yet," Leliana stated quickly, her hand over the dwarf's mouth to keep him from finishing what he was saying.
Zevran speared the dwarf with a lethal glare before reigning in his anger. Shifting his eyes to Leliana, he addressed her as calmly as he could. "Does Morrigan and Sten know the plan?"
"We spoke to them just a few moments ago," Wynne replied. "I taught Morrigan the shield spell that I used to keep the demons away from the children in the Circle Tower. Once we leave she is to put it up and wait for us to return. Sten and Fen'harel are here to help guard Riel in case the shield fails for whatever reason."
"And Morrigan said that we have at least a full twenty four hours before Riel begins to even stir, which should give us plenty of time to find a nest and get the stone."
"You are quite the optimist, Leliana," Zevran chuckled darkly.
"Well I have to be, with all you gloom and doom types around here," she laughed softly before her features becoming serious again. "You know, I worry about you, as well, Zevran. You may not be dealing with the same… things… as Riel is, but I doubt you have slept much either since we left Orzammar. It is not good for you."
"I will sleep when we have the stone, mi amiga," he replied, brushing her off. As if he was actually going to find rest while his Warden struggled to keep her sanity in between the evils that spoke her to her and the nightmares that plagued her? Perhaps if the gods favored them, and they returned with a suitable stone in time, he would able to get some rest beside his Riel before the potion he gave to her wore off. It would after all, probably be the last time he actually got to sleep next to her.
After seducing her, then lying to her, then drugging her, Zevran wouldn't be surprised to find that she sent him away prementally. Not that he would exactly leave. She wouldn't see him, but he would continue to watch over her. To protect her as he vowed to do.
You also vowed to never lie to her he thought bitterly. Cursing to himself once more, Zevran looked over the people who would accompany him on this near suicidal mission. Leliana would provide the necessary ranged support, while he, Oghren, and the golem Shale dealt with the spiders up close. Wynne was coming to make sure they would all survive the encounter and make it back alive. And if he didn't, Zevran had made Leliana vow on the Maker himself that she would take care of Riel for him.
"So! Are we ready to face our certain doom for the slight chance of gaining a single stone?" Zevran asked the others, his voice full of false bravado and charm.
"We'll get the stone, Zevran. I trust that the Maker will guide us to it, and then guide us all back here safely."
"Ahh… I hope you are right, Leliana," Zevran sighed. With sad eyes, he looked behind him to the tent in the far back which held his sleeping Warden. "We have to. I can not break any more promises to her."
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