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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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Chapter 43
We take the route towards the sea instead of following the North Road to Denerim. That takes us closer to Highever which is quite a risk, considering what happened to the teyrn. Rori is awfully upset but she tries to hide it, only allowing her mask to slip when she is alone with me. She cries a lot these days with all the memories she connects to the places so familiar to her. I have to be strong for her and there's nothing I'd rather do.
Sten isn't happy we enter the lion's den when it's the archdemon we should be hunting down instead. I'm more concerned about the banns we have decided to meet in the Coastlands. Rori knows most of them through her father. But we cannot be sure they didn't side with Howe and Loghain. At least Rori knows the area around Highever like the back of her hand. Zevran proves incredibly useful in detecting possible ambushes. It's as if he could smell them. Together he and Rori manage to avoid major trouble, meaning we only get into small fights and don't have to run for our lives more often than twice.
"Rori! You shouldn't dwell here any longer." That's the first words of Bann Castor when he meets with us outside a shabby looking inn at the seaside. Despite its questionable looks, Castor claims they sell the best seafood in the Coastlands. I'm not sure if this is a praise, considering the quality of the food in Fereldan inns isn't exactly high - or just an assurance we won't die of food poisoning, should we decide to eat something.
"Howe has been informed you've returned and he's been urging the banns to help him capture you and the bastard prince." Bann Castor is a young fellow not much older than I with dark hair and soft blue eyes almost as large as Rori's. His features have a feminine touch and he seems to like fancy Orlesian clothes. "I don't know why you take the risk to meet with me. My father died defending the teyrn's honour when they said he had sold Ferelden to Orlais. Howe breathes down my neck ever since." Castor is clearly uncomfortable around us. Still his behaviour towards Rori is more than just friendly. I hope the way his mabari bitch is greeted by Barkley isn't a hint on how well Castor knows Rori. The moment her hound sees the bitch, he chases her around, trying to mount her anytime she stands still long enough for him to jump her.
"Castor, you can either let yourself be pushed around by Howe and Loghain or you can fight back. We both know they will not let you keep your lands. They will mark you a traitor just like my father." She pointedly looks at his outfit, all brocade and embroidery, velvet and silk. "You accompanied him to Orlais too often. The only reason you are still alive is that they haven't yet had time to deal with you."
"Curse you, Rori Cousland, you've never been anything but trouble," Castor groans, considering his options for a moment and finds he has none. "Alright, what do you want me to do? I am no warrior, you know that."
"I need you to persuade the nobility to side with Arl Eamon and Alistair at the Landsmeet."
"Howe will skin me alive if he ever finds out!" Castor whines.
"Go to Redcliffe with all the men still loyal to you and support Eamon," Rori dvices. "It's your only chance."
It's a specially sunny day so we occupy the tables and benches outside the inn. That also makes for a good escape should we get in trouble. Only Shale is hiding in the stables, glowering out of the door at the sky. It has found something as despicable as pigeons: gulls.
"Ahhh, I love seafood." Zevran rubs his hands when a huge bowl of mussels is set down in front of him. He has persuaded me to try them as well. I'm not specially fond of seafood but I've never eaten mussels and somehow I feel adventurous today. "Especially mussels. They are tasty... and they remind me of women."
I stare at the bowl full of black shells, slightly open, but the resemblance is lost to me.
"You have to make them spread open and then you get to their hot and moist core, so soft and so tasty," Zevran purrs while he pries the first mussel open and fishes the mussel from its shell with another empty shell. Instead of stuffing it into his mouth, he holds up the oval formed flesh with the slit in the middle for me to examine. "Don't tell me you can't see it? They even smell a bit like women." The elf inhales deeply, then runs the tip of his tongue along the slit. Only Zevran can make something as simple as eating mussels look completely deviant. I inch away from him as far as possible - which is not far at all unless I want to crawl onto Sten's lap.
I stare at the mussels and all I see is mussels covered with tomato sauce. I sniff at them just to give it a try but I still don't get it.
Zevran laughs as he watches me. "Alistair, my dear friend, don't tell me you've never tasted your beautiful Fereldan rose?"
"Tasted her? What do you... no, no. I don't want to know!" I hold a mussel in each of my hands so I cannot stick my fingers into my ears and the elf has a tendency to completely ignore people telling him to shut up.
"You have never sucked her pearl of pleasure?" he purrs. "Never lapped up her juices? Never pressed your nose to her folds and smelled her sweet musky scent? Shame on you!"
"What in the name of the Maker are you talking about?" I squeak, looking around for someone to rescue me but Rori is busy talking to Castor and Wynne and Leliana are grinning like cats that swallowed the pigeon. They are eavesdropping. I just know they are. And I am making a fool of myself again. So in the end they will pinch my cheeks, tell me how cute I am and leave me wondering what I have actually done.
Zevran sighs in exasperation. "Have you or have you not pleased her with your tongue?"
"Huh?" Does he mean if I kissed her?
"Alistair, my dear friend, sometimes you make me wonder how you found your way into her bed without a map."
"It's a mystery, I admit."
Chuckling, Zevran shakes his head. "Alas, my clueless friend, I'll make it easy for you: Have you licked her between her legs? Her womanhood. With your tongue."
"WHAT!?" We are not talking about this! "No! Of course not... I... Oh, Maker's Breath! This is... " I don't want to say disgusting because nothing about Rori could ever disgust me. For me she's perfect just the way she is. Still... Zevran's suggestion is just... it's... my head feels like I got an awfully high temperature. Leliana giggles uncontrollably. When I glower at her, she falls off the bench, laughing. "This is absolutely none of your business!"
Looking at the mussels now, I can totally see what the elf was referring to earlier. They look an awful lot like... I don't think I can eat these mussels anymore.
"And you dare to call yourself a gentleman when you deny your lady such a pleasure. You thoroughly disappoint me, my friend." The elf sadly shakes his head, then starts devouring his mussels. I can't even watch it, so I look around and find Barkley still chasing the mabari bitch. She is wagging her tail so she seems to like it. Barkley runs in circles around her, then stops abruptly to sniff at the bitch's rear, pressing his nose to her. And then... he licks her.
Doing this with Rori... Oh, merciful Andraste! I'm beginning to feel awfully hot in my armour. One of these days I will die of shame when all the blood of my body rushes to my head to make me blush.
"Don't you want to eat those?" Zevran asks next to me. "No? Can I have them?" He grabs my bowl of mussels. At least I will not have to worry about food poisoning.
Rori slumps down right beside me while I sit there with my eyes squeezed shut, trying to fight the images popping up in my treacherous mind. Curse that deviant elf!
I look up at Rori when she nudges me. "Aren't you hungry?" she asks, retrieving the mussels Zevran left over. She fishes a black shell from the bowl, pries it open and sticks the soft flesh into her mouth, chewing slowly. I watch her like in a dream, suppressing a groan when she licks her rosebud lips. How can she look so incredibly hot when all she's doing is eating mussels? "They are really good." She offers one to me and I allow her to feed me. I don't care much for mussels but I still let her proceed because I just love to lick the sauce off her fingertips one by one. I must look like a complete retard the way I ogle her.
The spell is broken by Castor trying to indulge me in a political conversation. I prove a complete failure. I don't know much about politics or governance. It's never been anything that I thought I would need some day. I doubt I make much of an impression - at least not a good one considering Castor's worried expression.
"He thinks I am a fool," I sigh. "Nobody thinks I can do this but they all want me to become king anyway."
"At least you cannot disappoint them," Rori points out cheerfully.
"Sometimes you are unnervingly optimistic."
"You can only surprise them in a positive way. That's not the worst thing, you know. At least they don't expect anything from you."
"Thar's not very reassuring." How can I become king when everybody thinks I am a fool?
"When my father planned to leave for Ostagar, he wanted me to rule while he was gone," Rori says. "I was terrified. He was so sure I'd make him proud."
"I'd have been terrified, too."
"I had all the reassurance I could possibly ask for but that didn't make it any easier. I've disappointed him so often already. Why should this be any different? I mean, I'm the type of person that walks in on guests gathered for dinner and announces that there have been huge rats in the kitchen."
I chuckle. That's so totally like Rori. She too often blurts out what she's thinking.
"Father never took me to Orlais. I would have managed to start a new war within five minutes. And then he handed Highever over to me. Worst, even Mother planned to leave! I swear, they did that on purpose!" she pouts.
It's good to hear I'm not the only one feeling overwhelemed by the mere thought of having to take care of more than my own life.
"Well, I never had to prove myself worthy," Rori sighs, sadness and grief creeping back into her eyes. She leans her head at my shoulder and I wrap an arm around her. "Will this ever stop hurting?" she mumbles.
"I don't know, kitten, I really don't know."
Shale is utterly delighted when the meeting with Castor is over and we move on, away from the shore. It has brought down several gulls by throwing stones at them which makes it rather proud of itself, but it faces a superiority of birds. What can one golem do against all these flying pests?
Rori says goodbye to Castor, making him promise to give her one of the mabari pups his bitch might have after her encounter with Barkley. The young bann travels to Redcliffe to meet with Eamon. We move further north, passing by Highever so closely that we can see the castle on the cliff above the city. There's anguish in Rori's eyes and silent tears streaming down her face, but she cannot stop looking at what has once been her home until we are out of sight and the forest closes around us once more.
As soon as we halt to set up camp, Rori kicks off her boots and grabs my hand to drag me away from the campsite. Nobody protests although that means they will have to do all the work. Rori needs some space and time to recover and her companions have gotten to know her well enough by now to call her their friend. Even Morrigan acts like a friend towards Rori. It makes it far easier to endure her presence.
We follow a narrow path away from the campsite and deeper into the forest. It's getting darker but Rori never hesitates, her feet finding the way on their own, while I stumble over every root and stone until Rori has mercy and takes my hand.
The path ends at a clearing next to a softly murmuring creek flowing downhill between rocks covered with moss. A full moon has risen, and the water glistens with silver. Fireflies dance between the trees and I almost expect a will-o'-wisp to appear between the bushes. But the only fairylike creature here tonight is Rori. She stands with her back turned towards me, hugging herself. Before I can reach out to touch her, she swirls around and flings herself at me, capturing my lips for a desperate and longing kiss. Her fingers move with swift ease as she begins to unstrap my armour impatiently. Never breaking the kiss, I tear at the laces of her leather vest and blouse beneath. Urgently, hastily, she pulls my shirt over my head, then, roaming her hands across my body, she kneels in front of me to get rid of the cuisses. She doesn't stop there, though and soon she has me standing in front of her naked.
Tilting her head back, she looks up at me with her lovely blue eyes, reflecting the moonlight, and carefully as if she had never touched me there before, she wraps her small hands around my length. Her blouse has slipped off her shoulders and, as she's still breathless from the kiss we shared, her bosom heaves oh so beautifully. She doesn't cast her eyes down when she flicks her tongue at the sensitive tip of my erection.
It's been a while ever since she first took me into her mouth and she's been eagerly practicing. I didn't object. How could I when she proved to be such an enthusiastic student?
I am far from fighting her off now when she sucks my length into the hot cavern of her mouth, her teeth scraping my skin teasingly. My fingers entangle with her hair as this blissful sensation she gives me makes my nerves tingle. It's so strong, so... mindnumbing... I completely forget to stop her and myself in time.
"Rori!" I cry out her name. She tries to get away when she realizes what is about to happen, but can't because I hold her head in place when I find my release inside her mouth.
Eyes wide, cheeks puffed she looks like a little redheaded chipmunk while she tries to decide what to do with the load I shot into her mouth. She looks so compunctiously cute, she makes me chuckle. Glowering at me, she finally swallows bravely. "BAH!" she goes and pulls a face,
Maybe I should be embarrassed - or offended that she doesn't think of what I gave her as the sweetest ambrosia. Instead she makes me laugh. She's just too adorable. "I am sorry! Really! Aww, my poor kitten." I pull her in my arms and kiss the tip of her nose while she still sulks and tries to be mad at me. "Does it really taste so awful?"
"It's slimy... and salty... and somewhat bitter," Rori complains.
"You said the same about the stew I cooked yesterday," I grin, kissing the top of her head.
She considers that for a moment, wagging her head in thought. "Maybe a load full of your seed is not that bad after all..."
"HEY! Everybody keeps complaining about my cooking skills, yet you all eat what I cook!"
"Beggars can't be choosers."
Such a brat! I whirl her around to push her face forward to the soft mossy ground, making her squeal in surprise. It's not that easy to get her out of her clothes but in the end I succeed. With one hand at the back of her neck I hold her in place. Her cute little ass is raised as I bend her over my knee. She wiggles and snarls when I rub her buttocks teasingly, shivering in anticipation. It's amazing how much this sight excites me. If anybody had ever told me I would enjoy the sensation of my palm connecting with the soft flesh of a woman's buttocks, the sound of her whimpering, the sight of her squirming... I'd have called them mad. More likely I'd not have listened but stuck my fingers into my ears and sung to myself...
Maybe... maybe the elf is not that wrong... maybe...
He could have given a more detailed description, though...
Not that I would have listened...
More likely I'd have run away and hidden somewhere.
I make her kneel in front of me, rubbing my fingers at her slit and that tiny pebble there. My fingers come away slick with her juices. I am so nervous I almost change my mind. Oh, blast it! Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Sniffing tentatively, I give it a try and run my tongue across her folds.
"What was that?" Rori squeaks. According to Zevran she should be delighted. I am quite sure she is not. She looks over her shoulder at me in uttermost confusion.
Ahhh, okay... try and error - this was an error... obviously. "Uhm... I licked you?"
"You did... what? But why?"
Because of what a lecherous elf told me about women enjoying to be pleased by a man's tongue? Blame me for even listening. "Because I was brought up by flying dogs. They do such things. Ask Barkley."
For a moment Rori is simply dumbfounded. "Oh, wait, you've been talking to Zevran!"
"It's more like he's been talking to me."
"He certainly gives you strange ideas."
"Yeah? Well, who's been sucking on my... err... lamppost... only just now and has even swallowed... everything?"
She grins sheepishly, licks her lips and shrugs, blushing so beautifully. She's incredibly cute when she's bashful. "You cannot blame me for swallowing! What èlse should I have done with it?" She scrambles to sit next to me. And there I already had her in such a tempting and promising position. "Next time I just kiss you, mouth full and everything."
See, that's the things Zevran never talks about. They probably don't happen to him. I guess, Zevran never has conversations like that. His women always go: 'Oh, gimme more! You taste like wine and honey!'
Or he makes this all up to torture me.
Or the women just tell him what he wants to hear.
Then he obviously has never met a woman like Rori.
Hey, I'm not huffed! Really! I love her bluntness. She will never just let me do something with her she doesn't want me to do just because she thinks I expect it from her or because I could like it. Like when I once smacked her too hard, she immediately stopped me. That way I can trust her. And she can trust me. Yes, I'm inexperienced, but that trust is part of why I can let go and relax when making love to her.
"Maybe I better avoid a next time, then," I chuckle.
"You don't even grant me that moment of revenge when I get to pay you back. Shame on you!"
"Well, you could allow me to please you with my mouth, too. Then we're even."
"No, ohhhhh, no, no, no." She shakes her head forcefully, making her curls bounce.
"Why not? You do it! With me."
"Oh, uhm... but that's different!"
"Really? Why?"
"Because... because... it's just different..." There's this hungry look in her eyes but also shame and embarressement.
"Give it a try. You don't even know what it feels like. You can still say no when you don't like it."
"But... but... oh, merciful Andraste? Do I smell? I bet I do. When did I last take a bath?" Rori is a rather lissome girl, but she is not flexible enough to smell herself down there - although she gives it a try - and topples over. It's so funny I laugh myself to tears until she hits me. "You are such a jerk!"
"This morning," I gasp, wiping the tears from my eyes. "You bathed this morning."
"And then I rode around all day, and walked around all day. Ohhhhhh, I have to be awfully smelly!" Rori squeezes her knees tightly together and whimpers.
"Can't be worse than my socks," I tease, wincing when she glares piercingly at me.
"Well, would you suck at your socks?"
"Of course not!"
What a wonderful and romantic moment! Here we are, two lovers in the middle of a warm - warm considering Fereldan standards - late summer night. The full moon's silver light is shining for us, fireflies dance in the shadows. A creek murmurs nearby, a light breeze rustles the leaves of the trees. It all could be so perfect - if this wasn't Rori and I. Perfect probably doesn't exist for us. It's always a bit awkward, but certainly never becomes boring.
I could argue with her forever. I could just let her off the hook. Instead I snatch her up and dump her into the creek, ignoring her wails and threats of horrible deaths.
Water splashes around her, she kicks and struggles - and then she sits in the icy water, blinking sheepishly, while I stand at the shore and grin smuggly. Next thing my feet are pulled from under me and I fall head over heels into the water.
Sneaky little brat. But the blame is on me. I really should have seen that coming.
We splash and struggle in the shallow water until I manage to drag my giggling ginger back to the shore. She's dripping wet from head to toe now. Leaves have entangled with her hair, her body is glistening in the silvery light of the moon. She's as beautful as a nymph. Although nymphs probably don't shiver in the cool night breeze and clatter their teeth. It's time to get her warm.
I embrace her, feeling the softness of her breasts pressed against my body. She tilts her head back to accept my kiss, starting teasingly gentle until Rori has enough of gentle and bites down on my lower lip, drawing blood. I growl in reply and push her to the ground, holding her down with my weight as I ravish her mouth. My hands roam her body, taking special care of her beautiful voluptuous bosom. Abandoning her lips, I let mine wander down her throat and breasts, across her ribs and the flat of her belly.
I still have no idea of what I am doing, when I spread her legs and make her rest them on my shoulders, but at least I know one thing for sure by now: Stimulating the tiny pebble gives her pleasure.
She stiffens once she realizes what I am about to do but her protest fades, turning into a gasp, and a shiver runs through her body at the sensation of my tongue flicking against the most sensitive spot of her body.
That is a far better reaction than before. That much I am sure of. This is as new to me as it is to her so she has to deal with me practicing on her. It's for her own benefit, I dare say.
It's far more exciting than I had imagined. It is me who makes her moan and squirm and buck her hips when I enter her with my tongue and lap at her juices, tasting her. Inhaling her sweet and musky scent, I decide this is certainly something I'd be willing to repeat if she let me. Considering I don't have someone shoving something thick, hard and long down my throat, pleasing her with my mouth sounds a far easier job than it is for her to please me.
Alas, I am still a beginner and although I manage to excite her, there comes the point where she tugs at my hair and hisses my name, pleading me to make love to her. I've been keeping her at the edge for too long until the tension has become unbearable for her.
She gasps when I thrust into her, meeting my rhythm with her bucking hips. Her breathing is ragged, her back arched, eyes half closed and lips slightly parted. I could forever listen to these cute mewing noises she makes while I move inside of her, until they turn into lewd moans and in the end cries of pleasure. Her release comes so forcefully, she rakes her nails down my back, marking me as hers. It hurts but the pain strangely mingels with my own blissful relief, adding to the excitement.
Afterwards we lie in the cool mossy grass, holding each other as we watch the starlit sky above. I just grin stupidly. Rori keeps breathing 'wow' repeatedly.
Boy, am I proud of myself!
And I managed all without a map.
"So, are you going to let me do that again?" I ask once I feel capable of speech again.
"Now?" Rori asks hopefully.
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