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Magnetism	By : Crimsonberry Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
I dreamt that I was Justice.
Well.
Technically we are one and the same.
I was a mighty warrior in a world of dark dreams that haunted every Grey Warden as they slumber in the Fade. Endless monsters lurking in the cold shadows while melting fire spread throughout the broken land. Screams of terror and anger from human, beast and demon filled my ears. But Justice fought it. I fought it. I swung a razor-edged sword in strong, calloused hands to gut my enemies before me. Something was calling to me...singing to me. It was a beautiful echo in this apocalyptic world of nightmares. Justice and I fought toward it together, the sound growing ever louder and more ethereal. I saw it glow in the distance.
Lyrium.
Ah. That made more sense. My body, in a sort of trance, hurled and slashed all the demons aside, ascending to the top of the jagged cliff where the tower of crystals lay. I kneeled gently down and the melody continued, ringing inside my veins. I found myself reaching forward towards a large shard of it, caressing it with my fingers, running my tongue along it, like a lover. It was warm and calling my name softly. It tasted of the exquisite honey of the raw Fade...but something else was with it.
Salt?
I sucked on it more, eyebrows furled in confusion at the flavor. The lyrium tasted better than anything I could ever hope to eat or drink, sweet and making me ache. It seemed to be alive under my hands and tongue.
Maybe it was.
Small cracks seemed to form in the sky of my dream, but the warmth, song and flavor did not leave me. Bits of darkness and sparks of blue electricity shattered my slumber as I realized what the taste was.
Sweat.
I suppose, half asleep, I had reached out and...confusion shot through my senses and I conjured a silencing spell. I readied a ball of electricity in my hand, letting a cold light shine on my suspicion. Was it another dream? Fenris, half undressed to his waist, lay upon me, running a hand through my hair, groaning in disapproval as I removed my tongue from him.
" Fenris, what are you doing?" I asked, whispering even though nobody could hear us.
" Couldn't stay away, damn mage. Don't say my name like I'm your ally," he said, and I could feel his lyrium tinted gaze flow into mine.
It was hard to tell, but as I held the light up to his face, he was flushed. He clenched his eyes shut, grunting in annoyance.
" I'm not...Fenris, you're obviously drunk," I said, making to get up, rolling my eyes and sighing as I saw the evidence in his pupils.
Why couldn't I just have him while he was sober?
" N-no. I mean...I am, Mage. I'm finding that it does not matter," he breathed out, voice also low like mine, but husky with desire, pushing against me, refusing to budge.
I swallowed, feeling my erection for the first time, even though I could tell it had been there for a while as I slept. His own was not completely apparent with the way he was straddling me, but I figured that it could not be far away. My face flushed at the thought. He had willingly come to me. Why not go along with it? Perhaps he would blame it on the drink, in the end. It did not feel like it mattered, anymore, and I edged up to sit, lifting him into my lap. He was lighter than me, but even with the muscle, still an elf.
" What are you-" he almost protested as I hoisted him, but slowly shut up as I pressed my lips to his, letting some mana flow out into his mouth.
He groaned, closing his eyes shut quick and let his tongue slip into my mouth, eager to taste. I obliged, tongue meeting his in a frenzy of desire and energy. His whimpers were so addictive. Just when I thought I had heard all the sounds he could make, they changed, and a new set of them rang delightfully in my ears. I resisted the urge to just scream in victory and pleasure as he lustfully wrapped an arm around my neck to tug at my hair, keeping my face on his. The other hand kept him steady on my shoulder. Every touch felt like a lovely burning spot of pleasure, even on simply my shoulder. I kept him occupied, sliding a hand down his chest with a nice crackle of lightning in my fingertips.
He groaned into my lips as I slid my hand down to toy with his breeches. I felt my old ways coming back, and in an instant had them to his knees. My eyes opened wide at what I saw before me.
Oh, Maker.
Let this not be a dream.
The tattoos that branded his skin slid up the stiff shaft of his cock as well, making the tanned skin even more beautiful. His brands gently glowed in contact with me, and I just had to gasp in awe. I pulled back from him, earning a whimper of disagreement as he tries to get back at my mouth. I smirk and put a finger to his lips, shaking my head.
" What are you...up to, Mage? He asked, obviously annoyed with me, but breathing hard.
I smiled at him, bringing my finger tips from his mouth to mine and I sucked on them, flashes of light cracking as I coated them in spirit energy.
" What would you like me to be up to, Fenris?" I asked, finally giving into taking this thing as far as I could go.
I wanted him to squirm under me like I had made so many before him. But I wanted him even more than that. The feeling of our bodies together was a magical song of lyrium and magic. It was more than anything each of us had ever felt with anyone before. He would never fall into lust for a simple man like me without the aid of Justice. I watched as he swallowed, unsure if he should answer me. He glared down at me with a bit of confusion, and I tried not to chuckle at how adorable it was. I let my wet finger slide down a central brand on his chest, making my way down his muscled stomach. He arched into me, biting a lip to try and keep from groaning, but failing rather horribly.
" Are you sure you don't want to tell me what you want?" I ask, sliding my finger in circles just above his proud cock.
It twitched as I tickled his skin. He shut his eyes hard. I merely brought my other hand up to caress his inner thigh, never getting close enough to where he obviously wanted me to be.
" Just...uhn...damn it, Mage! Touch me already!" he moaned in frustration, the hand in my hair tightening strongly.
Pleased enough with that, I let the tips of my fingers slide over the head of his erection, hands faintly letting spirit magic out to tease him. I grinned and decided to wrap my hand around his hardened length. That earned me a surprised cry that caught a bit in his throat and a sharp tug on a bunch of my hair. His fingernails gave me a nice set of marks into the skin of my shoulder. I tried not to growl in primal hunger at his aggressive antics. " Isn't that better when you ask?" I pant out, licking my lips at the sight of his hips curving towards my hand.
" Shut up, Mage and just get on with it!" he snarled through a moan. I let magic flow out of all my fingers, hitting different points on the brands lining his erection. His hips bucked against my hand and he started to rub against me, trying to help out with the movement. I finally obliged and started to pump him firmly like I did with myself. The hand with a lock on my hair pulled my face in close to his chest, his moans creating a buzz through his muscles and skin against my own.
"Grip me harder," he growled out, and I obeyed, earning a cry of delight.
I licked along the lines on his chest, painfully slow, making sure to savor the taste and feel of him shuddering under my touch. I would have complained at how forcefully he was handling my hair, but I had gotten used to it with previous lovers at this point. Instead I took it in, the lovely pain of his desperation for me. I smirked and decided to pop a hard nipple into my mouth, all the while letting tiny bits of electricity snap around my lips.
" What the hell are you-ah!" he threw his head back at the unfamiliar touch, breath seeming to escape his lungs for a moment.
He coughed and came back, clutching my head hard against him, higher pitched moans vibrating through. I decided that it was a good time to free my own erection from the painful confines of my small clothes, rocking a bit to get them off with one hand while still pleasuring Fenris. I was known for that. Quick hands that turned tricky in bed.
I had missed this.
I gasped into his chest as I took my own aching length into my hand, noticing the extra jolt of pleasure I got from the lightning myself. I suppose could see a bit why I was becoming irresistible to him. I grinned as he continued to pull and press against me, his breathless moans become more urgent. I looked up to watch his face as I bit down softly on his nipple and increased the amount of energy I was putting into my fingers.
" Anders!" he cried out to me, eyes shooting wide open as his cock started to twitch with the promise of orgasm.
I quickly decided in the heat of the moment it was not going to hurt if I pulled my head away and slid my lips over the head of his cock as he came. He looked down at me, shocked, but seemed to care less as he shot his hot seed down my mouth and throat. I kept pumping him as he came, bringing a couple extra pulses from him. Both his hands dug into my scalp as he shuddered and finally slumped down. He breathed hard, shaking as he tried to keep himself steady by my hair. I slipped my tongue around the tip of his dick to make sure he was all clean, all the while savoring the salty,musky taste of him, slightly sweet with lyrium.
My lips popped off of him, and he was still having trouble getting his breath back. I pulled back and tipped his chin up to mine so that I could see his face. His eyes glowed, along with his other tattoos. At this point we almost had candlelight with how brightly he shone.
He was beautiful, and I wanted to tell him so as my eyes glazed over with wonder at him.
But I kept my mouth shut, thinking he would smack me upside the head for a comment like that. So I let him stay like that, looking so utterly sexy and spent, sweat dripping onto my fingers.
" That was not so bad, now was it?" I asked, grinning up at him, eyebrow raised.
He peered down at me, trying to glare a bit, but too worn out and blissful to put any effort in. Instead he just looked like he had been ravaged by me and he knew it. My heart pounded hard in my chest.
Let this not be a dream.
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