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Samahlen	By : BronxWench Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 1569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ritual

Alistair turned on Eamon, his eyes blazing. "Are you telling me that this was a feint? I rushed the army from Denerim across Ferelden to meet the Blight head on here in Redcliffe, and the bulk of the horde is at Denerim?"
Riordan tried to intercede with the furious king. "The horde turned at the last moment, and we had no way of knowing which was the true target."
"So you guessed," Alistair snapped. He turned back to Eamon before Riordan could reply. "How long will it take before your men are ready to march?"
"Two days, to allow for us to equip properly," Eamon replied, his arms folded over his chest.
Alistair nodded curtly and gestured for Wraith to join him. "We leave in the morning. The equipment can catch up."
As Alistair began to walk away, Riordan called out. "We have Warden business to discuss. Meet me in my room."
Wraith shot Alistair a sidelong look. "Warden business?" he murmured. "Really?"
Alistair glowered for a moment before giving in to a grin. "Is that what we're calling it?"
"Oh, no," Wraith said hastily. "No puns and awful wisecracks, please."
Alistair's grin widened. "Not even to please your king?"
"Call it treason, but no."
Wraith felt some of his tension begin to bleed away as Alistair threw his arm around Wraith's shoulders, pulling the elf close as they walked down the hall to their room. It seemed almost wrong to look for humor in the face of a Blight, but it was how Alistair had always coped, and Wraith saw no reason for that to change.
"Where were you?" Alistair asked, sprawled prone across the bed and gloriously naked. "I was hoping to make the most of what's probably our last night together."
"About that," Wraith began, removing his armor as quickly as he could, before Alistair decided to help and realized how many buckles and straps were already half undone. "Morrigan had a suggestion."
Alistair made a decidedly unkingly noise. "She suggested you let me take the final blow?"
Wraith took a deep breath. Riordan's business had consisted of him explaining exactly why a Warden had to take the final blow to kill an archdemon. It was when he had added that it was fatal to both the archdemon and the Warden that things had gotten loud. Riordan had said he would do it, since he was the senior Warden, Wraith had insisted that it was his duty, and Alistair had screamed at them both. Alistair had stalked off to his room, furious, and that was when it had gotten complicated.
"There is an alternative, you know." Morrigan beckoned Wraith into her room, closing the door behind him. "Flemeth had her reasons for sending me, you know."
"I'm really not in the mood for games," Wraith said sharply. "Tell me this alternative."
"Offer the archdemon a more attractive choice than a darkspawn or a Warden," Morrigan replied, her smile as enigmatic as her words. "If you sleep with me, tonight, I will conceive a child. That child will share your taint, and since it will not have time to have been invested with a soul, it will not die when the archdemon enters it. No one save the archdemon will die."
Wraith looked at the witch, grateful that his vallaslin hid his expression. "Are you barking mad?"
"No madder than Flemeth. There is a ritual." Morrigan folded her arms and watched Wraith with that small, private smile.
"Point taken," Wraith muttered. "Why me? Why not Riordan?"
"Riordan has been a Warden for too long. You are new to the Wardens, and your taint is fresh." Morrigan began to unfasten her robes. "Is it such a dreadful thing I ask? Am I so unpleasant a prospect as a bed partner?"
Wraith sucked in a breath. "Do I want to know what happens to the child?"
"Whether you desire to know or not is of no consequence." Morrigan let her robes fall to the floor, her pale skin almost glowing. "You and your king get to live."
Wraith slowly began to unfasten his armor. "I'll have to tell him."
Morrigan shrugged, walking toward Wraith with sinuous grace. "That is not my concern, and I will be long gone before he can act." Her slim arms slid around Wraith's neck, her full lips parting slightly in invitation.
Wraith slid onto the bed next to Alistair. "Not exactly. Apparently, there was a ritual."
Alistair rolled over, pulling Wraith on top of him, the elf straddling his lover before leaning forward to rest on Alistair's chest.
"There's always a ritual," Alistair murmured, nipping at Wraith's lip. "Did it involve frogs?"
Wraith bit back a surprised chuckle. Alistair's oiled fingers were already circling his pucker, teasing the tight muscle into relaxing.
"Not exactly." Wraith had not thought it possible, but he felt his cock hardening as Alistair ground against him.
"Didn't think so," Alistair said, his hands wrapping around Wraith's hips, guiding Wraith until Alistair's cock was pressed against the elf's ass. "She never seemed very fond of frogs."
Wraith huffed a wanton gasp as he felt Alistair's cock breach him, and he pressed down to take the full length in one smooth thrust.
"Well, if it wasn't frogs, it must have been sex," Alistair continued. He laughed in delight at Wraith's expression. "Don't look so surprised, emma lath. We're talking about Morrigan. It had to be one or the other."
Alistair shifted and Wraith cried out, his back arching. "Creators," Wraith moaned, his eyes closing in rapture.
"So, you slept with her, and now what?" Alistair asked.
"No one dies," Wraith managed. "Do that again."
"What, this?" Alistair moved, and Wraith cried out again. "That's good. It'd be harder to do this if one of us was dead." Alistair's fingers wrapped around Wraith's cock.
Wraith looked down at Alistair, seeing only love in those green-gold eyes. "I thought..."
"I know." Alistair smiled. "But don't. Just let me love you."

Prompt word: Blazing
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