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In good times and in bad	By : kruemel Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 14749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Teagan comes running down the long staircase that leads to the main entrance of Redcliffe Castle when we arrive in the main court. "You have returned! Have you found the ashes? Please tell me you did! Please tell me, this is more than just a legend. We have tried to heal Eamon with magic ever since you left - but nothing worked."
"We have the ashes," I say hastily, handing the reins of my horse to the stable boy. "How is the Arl?"
"He gets weaker with every passing day. The spells the mages cast have prevented the worst but there is no more time to waste now you are here. Follow me." Teagan doesn't give us any time to get settled, but leads Rori and me into the castle to meet with the mages that will prepare the potion and the ritual that hopefully will cure the Arl.
"That's it?" Teagan asks when Rori produces the white handkerchief with my name stitched right across it from one of the satchels at her belt. This time she gets the right one at once and Teagan curiously examines the ashes. "I... somehow thought it would be more impressive."
"Well, it's ashes. What did you think they would look like? Maybe they glow in the dark. We haven't checked on that," I chuckle.
"They don't have to look impressive as long as what they do is," Rori remarks dryly.
"I can feel the raw magical power," one of the mages whispers in awe, taking the handkerchief carefully from Rori. "It will take a few hours to prepare the ritual. We would prefer not to be disturbed."
"Seems we are dismissed then." Rori yawns and stretches like a cat. I like when she does that. The way she arches her back pushes her bosom forward and makes her blouse stretch to a point where it almost bursts open.
"You have to be tired and hungry. Excuse me for being such a bad host," Teagan mumbles and I notice I am not the only one staring at Rori's breasts. Obviously even the glory of the ashes of Andraste pales in comparison to watching Rori stretch because the whole group of mages ogles her, too. I don't know at who to glare first, so I glower in general. "Maybe you would like to take a bath," Teagan offers amiably.
"Oh, that would be awesome!" Rori exclaims.
"Let me show you..."
"I still know my way around," I interrupt before Teagan can take her arm. "I can show her." My tone might be a bit hostile because both Teagan and Rori blink at me confusedly - although I'm quite sure Teagan knows very well what annoys me. Rori is clueless.
"Did I miss something?" she murmurs when I lead her out of the room, possessively holding on to her. Teagan follows us, chuckling with undisguised amusement.
"Nothing," I growl.
"You may know your way around, still let me talk to the servants. The lady might want one of the rooms that have their own bathtub instead of using the bathhouse," Teagan offers. I don't like the way he talks about Rori and her bath. It makes me think of skin slick and glistening wet and of foam on her busty breasts. Don't get me wrong, that's a very nice thought. Exciting. But I get the impression he is having the very same thoughts and that is quite annoying.
Teagan doesn't disappear although I wish he would. I like him. I really do as long as he leaves my woman alone. He stops in front of a door that leads to one of the guest rooms.
"Your room, Mylady," Teagan says pleasantly, waiting for her to enter. She stands on the treshold, looking at me with hungry eyes. I stare back at her with as much desire - just Teagan won't go away. "Alistair, your room is over there," he explains, pointing at the door right across the corridor.
"Right," I mumble, wishing him to poof! but of course he won't. So I as slowly turn away as Rori closes her door. Once I'm in my room I force myself to count slowly to ten, using the time to start unstrapping my armour. Then I burst out of my room half undressed, colliding with Rori in the middle of the corridor. I catch her before my momentum can throw her down. She pulls herself up at the same time, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We're kissing fiercly before we even tumble into her room. When I turn to kick the door shut, I catch sight of Teagan out of the corner of my eyes. He's standing a few steps down the corridor, gawking slack-mouthed. I really can't care about that now and I don't have enough blood left in my head to blush, so I just slam the door shut.
We tear at our clothes until everthing lies on the floor in chaos. Rori pulls at me and I stumble over one of her boots, taking her with me, we both fall into the bathtub head over heels. When we surface again, most of the water has splashed on the wooden floor and soaked our clothes and the carpet. The servants later will want to murder us for the mess we made.
Rori all wet and glistening is even more beautiful than I imagined. I pull her in my lap, urging her to mount me. I don't have to convince her. She's eager to please me. And I am more than willing to return the favour. We make mad love in the bathtub before we move on to tenderly wash each other. When the water is cold and our skin's all shrivelled, I lift her out of the tub and wrap her in one of the soft towels. Then I carry her towards the bed. I've never made love to her in a bed before. It's always been my tent or some place in the open. Once or twice a barn. A bed is luxury.
I dry her and myself before slipping under the blankets next to her. Rori contently snuggles to me, running her hand across my chest and belly. She likes the firmness of my muscles. It's probably as hard for her to keep her hands of my pecs and abs as it is for me to stop fondling her breasts. I could do that all day long. It's soothing. And exciting. And it just feels... great. I also love sucking at her nipples. That probably says a lot about my psychology profile. But as long as she likes it, too, I guess I don't have to worry too much.
We both enjoy each others company when my eyes are drawn to her open backpack and the control rod sticking out of it. "What for did Zevran stuff that in his mouth?" I ask, pulling it out of her backpack. I've been wondering about that ever since he did it.
"Mhmmm," Rori hums. Instead of answering, she shifts out of my embrace and kneels next to me in all her naked glory. Maker's Breath, she's beautiful.
She bites her lips and by her thoughtful expression I see she's trying to make up her mind. "Ahh, it's rather difficult to explain. I better show you." I'm not sure I like that impish grin combined with her so obviously being nervous. She pulls the blanket away in one fluid motion, causing me to complain. "It's rather cold, you know..." Any further complaints are drowned by my grunt of both surprise and pleasure when Rori curls her fingers around my shaft and at the same time bends to flick her tongue at my glans. It sends such a forceful bolt rushing down my spine that I am still trying to recover when she has already sucked my length into her mouth. I am too thrilled, too shocked to say anything that would be even close to comprehendible. Oh merciful Andraste!
I can tell she's testing, trying to get accustomed to what she is doing - and that already feels heavenly. I can't even imagine what it could feel like if she knew what she was doing. But I am more than willing to let her practice on me until she has found out. My fingers clutch the bedcloth while she sucks at me, gagging whenever she takes too much into her mouth. I'm not entirely sure she's enjoying this as much as I do and I for sure don't want her to feel uncomfortable. So I collect all my willpower to stop her.
"Ro-ro-rori," I manage to pant, reaching down to entangle my fingers with the soft curls of her bright red hair. "Don't."
I don't have to tell her twice. She looks at me with wide round eyes, her rosebud lips slightly swollen. "You don't like it." She sounds disappointed.
"No, I don't. I'm loving it. But..." Really, talking has never before been so damn hard. I pull her into my arms. "I don't want you to do anything that isn't as much pleasure for you as it is for me. And you gagging on me doesn't sound as if it was much fun for you."
She smiles. "Always a gentleman,"
"Hmmm, let's see if we can find something we both can enjoy."
We can.
Afterwards we're both utterly spent. Rori is already half asleep when she mumbles: "Zevran said there was a trick how to swallow it. Didn't listen. Have to ask him sometime."
I'm too tired to tell her no.
I wake to someone shaking me. It's Teagan.
My sleepy brain needs a few seconds to make me realize that it is indeed Teagan standing in front of the bed. The very bed I am lying in - naked. And as if that wasn't enough, I'm not alone. Rori is here with me and as far as I remember she is naked, too.
Doom!
"I knocked at the door for the last ten minutes. And I shouted. But you just didn't answer. That woman travelling with you, Morrigan, she thought she saw you both leave the room. So I didn't think... I just wanted to make sure...," he apologizes when he sees the shocked look on my face. At least I am not the only one to think this is utterly awkward.
I am going to murder Morrigan and nobody will stop me.
My first reaction when I find myself able to move again, is to check if Rori is decently covered. Still fast asleep, she lies prone with her head resting at my shoulder, one arm sprawled across my chest. The blanket has slipped down to our waists - so she's certainly far from decently covered and I hurry to change that.
"Well, I'm awake now," I growl. I'm beyond bashful and embarrassed. Someone should invent some magical device that allows people to go back in time. I'd be the first to buy it. "No need for you to stay any longer."
Teagan nods, taking a look around the room at the mess we made. Our clothes lie scattered on the soaked floor, we've knocked over a chair and right at Teagan's feet lies the control rod. He picks it up and examines it. If Rori asked me now what I thought it looked like, asparagus would be the last thing on my mind.
"Alistair..." Teagan begins, weighing the rod in his hands. "What do they actually teach you at the Chantry?"
"You'd be utterly disappointed," I mumble, pulling the blanket over both my and Rori's heads. I so do hope that Teagan will be gone when I emerge from beneath the blanket again. And then I can pretend that he wasn't there at all, that this all was a horrible nightmare, the epitome of embarrassement and awkwardness.
"The mages have completed the potion. We're ready for the ritual in case you want to join." I hear Teagan say with obvious amusement.
I swear they all do that on purpose. Wynne, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana... even the golem. This is a conspiracy. They probably have statistics of Who-made-Alistair-flush highscores. They are all wicked. And mean. Most of all Morrigan.
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