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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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Orzammar is far away. Our bedroom is closer, but still we don't make it there in time. It all starts at that bridge high above the ground where the icy wind whips at us. And it all starts rather innocently with a sweet kiss. Just that kiss doesn't stay sweet and innocent and when I stumble through the door and down the stairs that lead to Sophia's office, I have a ginger clinging to me with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. I almost slip, only keeping my balance by thrusting Rori at the wall. She gasps and bites down on my lower lip in reply.
Oh, merciful Andraste!
My shield clatters to the ground, then my sword. Rori's sword and dagger follow. Then the two knives she hides in her boots. And the daggers she has strapped to her thighs. We burst through the door into Sophia's office and I manage to wipe everything off the desk before slamming Rori down on it.
Cursing under her breath, she tears at the straps of my armour, while I trail kisses down the side of her neck and pull the ties of her blouse open.
Someone clears his throat.
Looking up I find Zevran and the elven maid from Highever, in an equally compromising position. She's clutching the mantelpiece for support, her skirts lifted high above her waist and the Antivan elf is somewhat connected with her from behind.
I blink.
Either the anatomy of elven women is slightly different or he doesn't have his... you know what I mean... where it is supposed to be...
Andraste's flaming sword!
This is totally the wrong... entrance.
Actually until now I have thought of this part of the body as an exit solely.
Doesn't that hurt? This has to hurt.
"Oh, see who we got there: Roristair," Zevran purrs, not concerned at all by our presence or the situation we find him in. If I was caught doing something like that to Rori, I'd die of shame. Not that I ever would do anything like that to her!
"Pardon?" What in the name of the Maker is he talking about?
"That's what Leliana calls you. You are so inseperable, we mostly talk about Rori and Alistair so she came up with making things a bit easier for us - and shorter."
"Errr..." I am still bent over Rori who is lying on the desk with her head tilted back. She gets to see the whole scene upside down. I doubt that makes it any less disturbing.
"So, do you want to watch? I don't mind some audience if I get to watch you in return..." The elf bucks his hips, making the elven woman moan in reply. She hasn't said a word yet - only once whimpered - and her face is hidden behind a curtain of blonde hair. I doubt she thinks this is funny.
"No, no, we do not want to watch!" Rori squeaks. "What do you... oh, merciful Andraste! ... How did you manage to stick it in there?"
Why, oh, why does she have to ask such questions?
"I admit, it requires a whole lot of lubrication," the elf chuckles, moving his hips in a rather explicit demonstration of something I never wanted to know was possible. I am so shocked, I can't even shut my eyes. Do you know that? When something is so gross it becomes somewhat fascinating in a very... gross way? And you wish you could look away but you can't. "Otherwise it would be rather painful and unpleasant. Do you want to give it a try? I still got some grease left..."
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Rori and I cry in unison.
"You both are so boring," the elf sighs. "I assume, you don't want to join us? No? Well, then get out of here. I've been here first and I'm not done yet. Come back later or find yourself another room."
We decide for another room.
Rori's room to be more precise.
She grabs me by the front of my shirt and pulls me in, her lips on mine in a feverish kiss. I slam the door shut behind us and Rori against it, her back pressed against the wood, her busty front against my chest. She slips her hand in between us and cups my length, squeezing it through the fabric of my pants. I groan and bite down on her lower lip in reply.
That's when someone clears his throat.
Bloody blast it! What the fuck is wrong today?
We jump apart and turn to find Ser Gilmore sitting on Rori's bed. He has washed and shaved and got a haircut, or in short: his looks have entirely improved within the last few hours. He's still skinny and that haunted look in his eyes hasn't faded. He looks as flushed as Rori and I do, embarrassed to the point where he can hardly speak at all.
What in the name of the Maker is he doing here in Rori's bedroom anyway?
"Gilmore!" Rori exclaims, nervously tucking a lose strand behind her ear. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to have a word with you... but now I think I'd rather talk to Prince Alistair," the knight says coolly, his hollow glare piercing into me. His composed demeanor is betrayed by the bright red spots on his cheeks.
"What? Now?" I groan.
"Yes. Now. Alone."
"Errr... I'll be right outside then," Rori mumbles, shifting out of my embrace, she reaches for the doorknob.
"I'd rearrange my clothing if I were you, Lady Cousland," Gilmore comments, causing Rori to hurriedly lace her blouse for the second time this afternoon.
The moment the door closes behind her, Gilmore struggles to his feet and shoves me. "HEY! What in the name of the Maker is wrong with you?" I snap.
"She is a noble woman not some slut you picked up at a random street corner," Ser Gilmore hisses, coming to stand face to face with me. "She has no experience at all, she's young and naive and so full of hopes and dreams. Her parents are dead, her brother isn't here, but I am here. I have sworn to protect the Couslands and I demand to know of your intentions!"
Whoa!
Now that is somewhat... unexpected.
My intentions. I don't even know if I have any.
Protect Rori, live as much of a life as possible before it ends and - if there's a chance - survive the Blight. Afterwards I can think of more.
I briefly wonder if I should be offended. He's after all accusing me of taking advantage of Rori. But he wants to protect her and that's something we can agree upon.
"I intent to keep her alive and make her happy. For the time being that has to be enough. After the Blight - if we survive - I... I haven't really thought about it yet. But if you're asking me if I was ready for a commitment - with her... I think, I feel... the answer is yes."
Of course it is. I love her. She's more than I ever dared to dream of.
"Don't you make empty promises, Prince, because I'll be coming back for you if you do!" Thus said, Gilmore pushes past me, allowing Rori back in as he leaves.
"What did he want?" she inquires curiously.
"He wanted to save the damsel in distress," I say sullenly.
"Me?" Rori wonders.
"No, me, of course. He warned me of you being a maneater."
"I am not a maneater!" Rori declares in high dudgeon. Awww, she's so cute when she sulks. I laugh and she throws one of her boots at me. "Jerk! Now do you want to have a third try or has Gilmore scared you away?"
As a reply I lock the door. And to make sure absolutely nobody can disturb us or walk in on us I even push a dresser in front of it. And I close the curtains. Rori sits on the bed with her legs crossed and watches me with growing amusement when I check the wardrobe for any unwelcomed intruders.
"What do you expect to find in there?" she teases.
"A secret tunnel that will be discovered by one of our companions the very moment we start taking off our clothes," I growl.
The wardrobe is empty. But I find Barkley under the bed. That means I have to push the dresser aside again, unlock the door and throw the dog out. Just to throw a 200 pound war hound out of the room when the hound doesn't want to leave and ignores his mistress' commands is not an easy thing to do. In the end Rori bribes him with cookies.
When Rori and I slam the door shut in the sulking dog's face, we are finally alone. I take her face in my hands and make her look at me. Her large blue eyes are round and shining with love and desire. "I love you," I murmur as I lean in to kiss her.
"Love you, too," she breathlessly whispers against my lips.
I push her towards the bed while I kiss her, my trembling fingers are once more trying to get her out of that blouse - this time with success! And if nobody sets the blasted fortress on fire or summons a demon army I should finally get to where I've wanted to be for the last two hours.
I shove her onto the mattress, kneeling between her legs to pull off her tight leather pants. Her legs are long - well, as long as they can get with a girl only about 5ft2in high - and slender with the cutest little freckles on her knees. I take hold of her delicate ankle, causing her to stiffen as she's suspecting me to tickle her. It's tempting, but I got nothing like that on my mind. Still she only relaxes when I have trailed my kisses up her calf. Her breathing becomes ragged when I move my mouth across the soft skin of her inner thigh. She stiffens again and begins to squirm when I get closer to her center. I hold her down with my hand on her belly and press my face to her sweet folds, inhaling her scent.
"Alistair!" she whimpers, trying to get away from me and squeeze her legs shut. "I've not had a bath for... for... ow, just don't do that!"
Not that again! I love her scent. I love to kiss her there. I love the way she presses herself against my face and the way she tastes. And I know I can make her enjoy this. She just won't let me do it. Not unless she takes a bath before and as much as I love bathing with her - sometimes a man just wants to proceed with what he has on his mind.
"Keep still," I growl lowly. "And spread your legs."
She gasps and makes a strangled noise and for a moment she resists.
"Don't make me repeat myself," My voice doesn't sound like my own. It's somewhat hoarse and deeper, more like a growl. Somewhat... manly. Boy, I sound manly! That's sexy, right?
At least it has an immediate effect as Rori whimpers lowly but obeys. I pull her closer, lifting her ass off the bed, with her back still on the mattress and her legs resting on my shoulders.
I look up at her to find her face blushed with shame, tears welling up in her eyes when I teasingly run my tongue across her slit. She's so utterly embarrassed and so adorably sexy in her humiliation. Maker! What am I doing? "Rori? You want me to stop?" I murmur against that tiny hard pebble, making her moan in reply as she shakes her head. Her fingers entangle with my hair when I start to suck at her. She's still flushed, shaking with embarrassement. But soon afterwards she clutches the bedcloth and I have her crying out in pleasure.
Maker, I'd have never believed how this turns me on if anybody had told me so. My kitten is completely at my mercy and I have her mewing only for me. It's so damn arousing.
She cums in my face, her cry of pleasure muffled by a sob of humiliation.
I don't give her no time to recover. While her body is still trembling with delicious pleasure, I pull down my pants and mount her. She cries out in both lust and pain when I thrust into her forcefully. Her inner walls still spasm from her orgasm, clenching tightly around me.
"Oh Maker... Rori!" I groan at the sensation of this increased friction. I bend down to kiss her, pushing deeper into her at the same time. She returns the kiss feverishly, her nails digging into my back as she meets my rhythm with her bucking hips. It's much more than I can endure any longer. The tension grows tighter and tighter with every stroke until it all but explodes inside of me. "Fuck!" I see stars when I collapse on top of my woman and there's a very, very silly grin plastered all across my face.
"Language!" Rori gasps beneath me.
"What?" I start laughing and when she joins in, she clenches around my lenght in such an excruciatingly thrilling way, I can feel myself growing hard again.
"Oh Rori, what are you doing to me?" I groan, tenderly brushing her damp hair from her forehead.
"Me? I did absolutely nothing to you. You did a whole lot of things to me, though!" she protests, punching my shoulder with her small fist. "What did you think you were doing?"
"Ow! Hey! You recall, I bruise easily!" I catch her hand before she can hit me again. "Actually I didn't think at all..."
"You ordered me around!" Rori bristles as she tries to pull free from my hold on her wrist.
The grin falls from my face, leaving it blank with fear. I let go of her and scramble away, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Oh... you... you didn't like it?" I croak. My heart constricts so painfully, I feel like crying. Maker, what did I do? I... she was sobbing earlier. Why did I make her go through this when she... Oh, merciful Andraste, help me! "Maker! Did I hurt you? Oh, Rori, please, tell me I didn't hurt you!"
"No...," she says in a very, very small voice. Hiding behind her pillow she only peeks over the rim with wide eyes. "I loved it." It's no more but a whisper but with mystification about her own confession.
I blink at her, thoroughly confused now. "You... loved... it?"
She nods shyly.
"Andraste's flaming sword, Rori! You... I thought I hurt you!"
"No, no, you did not... I... first I did not want to... but at the same time I did so enjoy what you did to me... I... it was so confusing... and hot... and my first instinct was to talk back but..." She kneads her hands together in exasperation, displaying a cutely crooked and insecurely sheepish grin. "I mean... that's somewhat strange, isn't it? Getting ordered around, getting spanked, allowing someone to do things to you that you do not really want to be done to you..." She sighs and pulls the pillow over her head as she slumps down to the mattress. "I'm shocked... scared... by myself and the things we do," a muffled voice comes from under the pillow.
"Maker, Rori!" I groan and let myself fall backwards onto the mattress, hiding my face in my hands. "Don't you ever do that to me again!"
"Sorry." Pause. "I've been a rather bad girl, haven't I?"
"Certainly very bad," I mumble.
"Hmm... do you think I deserve some spanking then?"
With my hands still covering my face, I spread my fingers to look at her through one of the gaps. She sits there, clutching the pillow to her chest, her bright red curls a chaotic mess, she bites her lower lip as she gazes hungrily at me with her large blue eyes. "You know, kitten, sometimes you scare me, too."
....
The Bannorn is the breadbasket of Ferelden. One doesn't have to be the brightest crayon in the box to figure there's going to be a famine soon when one passes by the abandoned fields and farms at the southern rim of the area. Many people have already fled from the approaching darkspawn.
We only encounter few smaller darkspawn groups which is a good sign as it means the horde still lingers in the south probably around Ostagar. Rori and I have seen the archdemon in our dreams occassionally but the frequency hasn't increased yet. As we are both clueless - something Rori keeps cursing Duncan for - all we can do is assume this means there's not going to be a large battle anytime soon. Avernus isn't very helpful. He's only interested in his research and although he answers the questions he can answer, he won't leave his work to look things up in the library for us. And he doesn't dream.
We ride past corn fields and orchards, meadows with cattle and occasionally sheep. The Bannorn is also the dairy of Ferelden. Flat, rank lands with little cottages in pretty villages with well fed people living there. Unless of course there's a Blight. Then the roads are cramped with refugees and the people have large hungry and frightened eyes.
"It has become very close with the other Grey Warden." The sound of the rumbling voice startles me. I look up from my observation of Rori's bouncing breasts - I just love when she's on horseback - to find Shale walking beside me.
"Uh...yes, I suppose I have at that," I answer hesitantly - and suspiciously. After all the teasing and jokes, the incidents with golem control rods and mussels, I am quite paranoid about anybody talking to me about my relationship with Rori.
"I find this difficult to comprehend. It is whiny and weak and constantly laughing."
Charming.
People constantly keep telling me how weak, whiny and stupid I am. I should have advised Eamon to first talk to Morrigan, Sten and Shale before declaring me the heir to the throne. That could have changed his mind and saved me a lot of trouble.
"Then I guess a romance between you and I is completely out of the question?" I can hear Rori giggle. That sound makes me smile.
"And the attempts at humor. I cannot understand how it is endured," the golem groans. I bet it has heard Rori's outburst of amusement as well.
"Well maybe you should ask her why she likes me so much instead of bothering me with it." We both would benefit from this. The golem wouldn't have to endure my presence anymore and I'd get rid of it at the same time. Problem solved.
Shale grumbles and glares at me. "It has a loud mouth. Why its head has not been crushed already is hard to imagine."
For a statue it sounds astonishingly sullen and - jealous. Actually it reminds me a bit of Barkley when he refuses to leave Rori's bed and make room for me. Or when he squeezes himself in between us to gain her attention. Or when he chews on my boots after he had to spend a night outside the tent because I so cannot stand being watched by the dog when making love to Rori. Plus the tent isn't big enough for two adults and a 200 pound war hound when they do more than just lie there. Uhm... I mean the adults doing more than just lying there. The dog is never, never, never part of any exercises that may happen in that tent.
"Or maybe you just happen to figure she likes me a lot more than she likes you." I grin smuggly at the envervating statue.
"Don't be foolish," Shale snorts.
Haha! Gotcha! "Yes, I thought so. Just watch your step or I'm totally telling."
"I'm going to walk over here now."
I am about to send it on its way with another smug retort when a tingling in the back of my head alarms me. "Darkspawn!" Rori and I cry in unison. Next Rori pulls her horse around and storms off into the direction where she senses the darkspawn. Leliana lets out a gasp of alarm and surprise.
"Brasca!" Zevran's at Rori's heels before I have even managed to turn my horse around.
"Hey! Do you want to fight all that darkspawn alone?" I call after her. Barkley whines next to me. "Of course we're going after her." The dog barks his approval. "You know, sometimes I think I should get a leash for her." Barkley wags his tail enthusiastically. Seems he likes that idea.
"Unwise," Sten comments.
"Rori, don't you ride that fast!" Wynne scolds. I really have to ask her if she has children and grandchildren. She sounds much like a parent. Yesterday she admonished me to brush my teeth three times a day. And then she wanted to make sure my ears were clean. "You are going to fall off your horse... Don't you jump over that... FENCE!... oh, merciful Andraste! One day that girl will give me a heartattack!"
Rori and Zevran are the first to reach the refugees under attack. Some of the people have hidden under their wagons and carts. Not that this will do them any good. Some try to run. Not that this will do them any good either.
Rori just rides over a hurlock chasing a pale blonde woman with a baby pressed to her chest. The hooves of her horse stomp the hurlock into the ground but she doesn't stop there and charges the emissary with a loud battle cry. Leliana's arrow hits the emissary before Rori can reach it. The darkspawn's spell is disturbed and instead of making Rori's head explode, the fireball hits her horse straight in the chest. The poor creature breaks down with an earpiercing scream and Rori is thrown off. She sumersaults and lands on her feet just like a cat - although she's a bit wobbly and falls back onto her butt only a second later. It saves her from having a hurlock stab her.
That girl has more luck than she has common sense.
I take care of the hurlock and Rori finally gets to the emissary. Meanwhile Shale is wrestling an ogre. That's a sight that makes me stop and stare for a moment. They have hugged each other around the waists, the ogre trying to lift Shale off the ground to throw it at a group of refugees. But the golem smashes its head at its opponents face, turning its nose into a pulp of bones, flesh and ichor. Grunting the ogre losens its grip and Shale uses its own motion and slams the ogre down with a back body drop. Then an elbow drop follows that makes the earth around us shake.
A group of rather short genlocks is chased by a roaring Sten. It looks rather funny how they all run around a carriage in circles trying to get away from the Qunari until Sten turns on his heels and surprises the starteld genlocks that suddenly find themselve running into the danger they have been running from.
Rori and Zevran have engage some more darkspawn in what looks more like a dance than fighting. They strike precisely and with a light-footed grace. I have always admired the deathly beauty of their way of fighting. I stick to my shield and sword, using both to make sure as few as possible get even close enough to Rori to strike at her.
A snarling hurlock proves to be a tougher opponent than I have thought and soon I am losing ground, retreating to avoid its huge hammer to smash my head. I know it's going to break either my arm or shield or both if I blocked its strikes, so I try to keep out of its way, waiting for an opening to attack. I comes when the hurlock suddenly wails in pain and begins to turn in wild circles as it tries to shake the mabari off that has closed his jaws on its hindquarters.
Good dog.
Once the darkspawn is dead, Wynne and Leliana begin helping the injured refugees while Shale and I pile up the darkspawn to burn them as not to have their rotting bodies corrupt the ground
Rori is holding a baby while Wynne tends the mother's wounded leg. She holds the little bundle to her chest, smiling down at it with a dreamy look on her face, then she hesitantly, carefully sniffs the head of the baby.The mother looks oddly familiar - that pale blond curly hair, the hazel eyes, something about her mouth...
"Thank you. Without you we would have died," the woman says with a shaking voice when Leliana hands her a cup of water. "Could you... could you..."
"Don't thank me, thank Prince Alistair," Leliana answers with a smile. That blasted bard! She always has to point that out.
"Prince Alistair? Oh... I... thank you, your Highness!"
Great. Now everybody is kneeling and I feel like a complete idiot.
"No, please, don't. That's really not necessary...," I groan in exasperation. "There was something you wanted to ask?" I address the oddly familiar blonde woman just to drag her and everybody else's attention away from me being a prince.
The poor woman is visibly shocked by me actually talking to her. "No, I just thought... but I won't bother your Highness with my problems..."
"Please do so," I reassure her.
"You wouldn't be the first and will not be the last," Morrigan comments, passing by with a pot in her hand as she deals hot soup to the refugees. The way she glowers she'd rather deal them hot poison.
"Don't listen to her. What is it you wanted to ask?" I put on my most pleasant smile. i really don't want these people to think of me like someone aloft. Behind the woman Leliana is grinning like the cat that swallowed the pigeon. I cannot get rid of the impression she is rather pleased with me.
Reassured the woman decides she at least can give it a try. "I was wondering if you will pass by Kinloch Hold. I have a brother there. He's a templar."
"We indeed are headed this direction. You want us to deliver a message?"
"Your Highness is too kind. Yes, please tell him his family is save and sound... his name is Cullen."
"Cullen?" I say. Now that she mentions him I can totally see the family resemblance. No wonder she looked familiar to me. "We've met him recently."
"Oh, is he alright? He hardly ever writes and when he does, it's two sentences. I haven't heard from him in ages."
"Uhm... err... he's alright..." I begin to squirm. As far as I know Cullen is everything but alright. The poor man has watched his comrades being slaughtered by blood mages and demons. Then he got imprisoned and tortured in order to break his mind. When we first met him he was stuck in a magical prison and couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion. What happened at the tower will cause him to have nightmares for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately his sister is a rather good observer. "There's something you're not telling me. What is with Cullen?"
I squirm some more, but she seems to have forgotten she's talking to a prince, because she's piercing me with the same glare Cullen used on Rori, when she declared she was going to recruit Jowan. "There has been an incident at the tower. Some bloodmages started a rebellion, demons, abnominations included. But Cullen is okay. He... didn't get hurt... physically."
One can see she has to digest this. Although she is not as shocked as I would have imagined. "But?" she finally inquires.
"Well, he's a bit upset." I admit. "Quite upset." That's quite an understatement. But I am not the one to talk to her about the horror her brother has gone through.
She looks me in the eye but I squeeze my mouth shut and look away. "Well, I guess that is all the information I will get, right? More than from Cullen himself, that is for sure. Just tell him Mia - that's me - and the rest of the family are alright and that we think of him."
While I talk to the mother, Rori keeps cooing at the child. Now Sten appears with his grim expression and stares down at the bundle in her arms. Alarmed Mia stretches her arms out to take her baby back but suddenly the huge Qunari bents over the baby, covers his eyes with his hands and goes: "Where is the baby?" Uncovering his eyes again he rumbles: "There is the baby!"
The infant squeaks in delight and Sten repeats his "Where is the baby? There is the baby!" until Leliana passes by and whispers: "Big softie!"
He glowers at all of us with a death glare but nobody is really impressed after his display with the baby. "You're so cute!" Rori giggles.
Haha! At least i am not the only man anymore to be called cute.
Shale approaches to stare at the baby as well. "It is tiny and soft and it stinks and spits. I do not see why everybody gets so excited about it."
Mia quickly takes her baby away from Rori, causing her to look quite disappointed. "Err... yes... you know we had a golem just like that in Honnleath..."
"I remember it," Shale growls. "It sat in my shadow in summer with its brothers and played chess."
Mia looks as if she is about to faint. "It talks! It... what is it doing here?"
"I could ask it the same question but I am so not interested," Shale replies.
"It watched us? All the time it watched us?" Mia squeaks.
"Creepy, isn't it?" I agree.
"There was nothing else to do. I am glad it is over. It was a boring little village with boring little villagers. And pigeons. Blasted horrendous beasts." The golem stops, lost in thought for a moment. "It had a brother that used to chase the pigeons away with a wooden sword."
"That was Cullen," Mia gasps. "He always pretended he was a templar and the pigeons were demons or abominations."
That's what one can call devotion.
See, men like Cullen should become templars, not men like me. I'd have been a real bad templar. I already had trouble not to talk to the mages. I think it's quite awkward when you travel with a group of people and nobody says a single word. The mages didn't talk, the templars didn't talk. Such moments always have me itch to break the silence. Whenever we were allowed near mages during our training, I had the whole group laugh within five minutes. My commander had me clean the latrines for a week every time.
I also bet Cullen never kneaded little figures from the soft wax of the candle templars sit in front of to recite the Chant of Light. I did. It was a way not to fall asleep. But the Revered Mother didn't think it was funny when I made a wax figure that had a striking resemblance with her. I also once accidentally set the curtains on fire when wielding the candle like a sword. Again the Revered Mother didn't think this was funny.
Boy, am I glad that we don't have to do such things as Grey Wardens. Just drink a cup of poison and you're in. It sounds so easy compared to what the templars have to endure.
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