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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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„Cullen? Have you seen Rori anywhere?“ I've been searching for her for a while. She's neither in her room nor in mine. She's not with Wynne and Morrigan or Leliana, keeping Zevran company. The elf is in detention for causing quite some chaos in the apprentice's quarters – including him and several apprentices, excluding any clothes... and, oh well, it's Zevran... you get the impression.
Knight-Commander Greagoir certainly would have loved to put Rori and me in detention, too. After a few questions that made Rori and Cullen and me squirm, he decided that he does not wish to know the exact circumstances that led both Rori and me to the Harrowing Chamber in the middle of the night and only half dressed.
„When have you last seen her?“ Cullen asks, rather alarmed.
„When talking to Solona.“ The poor mage is an awful mess. She has recovered from the shock but that's about all she has recovered from for now. She's tough, though. She'll cope with what has happened to her ever since she got imprisoned.
Cullen immediately agrees on helping me searching for my missing fellow Warden. We do not find her. But we find Carroll, standing guard at the pier. „That impertinent ginger with the big tits?“ he yawns when we ask him about Rori. I cannot get rid of the impression Carroll's quite weird, somewhat as if he's been damaged somehow. „She left an hour ago. Said I should give you this. Told her I wasn't her errand boy. But since you are here now...“ He hands me a small wooden box.
„She left? But where did she go?“ I exclaim. Rori didn't say a word about leaving. What in the name of the Maker is she up to now?
„How should I know?“ Carroll sulks, rubbing his chin as if it hurt. „She punched me. I said I wanted a reward for delivering that box, just some fun... and she punched me. Got really upset, that's what she did. And all because I wanted to have a bit of fun. I really should have thrown that box into the lake.“
Cullen groans. „Carroll, did you grope her?“
„It's boring to stand here all day long,“ Carroll complains, pouting.
„You did... what?!“ Carroll retreats hastily to stand behind his fellow templar when I snarl at him.
„Lyrium,“ Cullen mutters. „Leave him alone.“
For now I do. I know what lyrium can do to a man's mind. I have seen it with my very own eyes, fellow templars losing their minds, their brains destroyed by years of lyrium abuse. Some manage to control their addiction – as much as you can control such a thing. The Chantry only allows a templar a certain amount of lyrium. Enough to keep you functioning and nothing more. They need more, though – all of them do but some are disciplined and some just cannot resist. And then there are the smugglers who sell what the templars long for.
Well, Carroll is not my problem. Rori is. Sighing, I open the box and stupidly stare at the large bronze key inside.
Huh?
„Looks like the ones they use at the Spoiled Princess,“ Cullen observes when I take the key from the box and turn it round and round, hoping I will get whatever Rori is trying to tell me.
„Now that you mention it...“
Half an hour later the key from the box opens the door to the Princess Suite for me. The room is filled with shadows and light. A fire is crackling in the fireplace, candles are carefully placed all over the place. Just Rori is not to be seen. Instead on a small table right in front of me there's a cake with several lit candles. I move closer and find the cake is not a cake but a wheel of cheese spiked with exactly twenty candles.
My kitten just knows what I like. And only she would decorate cheese with candles. I chuckle, picking up the small card leaning against the plate.
Happy Birthday, Alistair! the card reads in Rori's neat handwriting.
Aww, she remembered! How cute! I only mentioned the date once months ago after she confessed the day of her Joining had also been her 18th birthday.
I open the card and read: Blow out the candles and make a wish. And beneath a tiny p.t.o.. Smiling I do as I am told. I really don't know what to wish for, though. I am perfectly happy that very moment. Sure, there's all these big wishes... end the Blight, survive, live happily ever after with Rori... You know, that type of wishes that seem too big to even dream about.
I turn the card and find MEOW! scribbled across.
Huh?
I turn the card round and round in my hands, looking for something I must have missed when I suddenly catch glimpse of a movement in the mirror across the room. I look up and stare at the reflection.
Maker's Breath!
Rori is standing there behind me. She's dressed in black knee high leather boots and a corset rimmed with black fur and with the most impressive push-up effect. Her small clothes are just that: Small. Tiny in fact. Actually it looks like a triangle of silk and two strings and that's about it.
Her face is half covered by a cat mask rimmed in the same black fur and with silver whiskers. The mask cannot hide the blush on her cheeks or how she bites her lips bashfully. She kneads her fingers, shifting her weight uncomfortably as she looks for a reaction from me, our eyes meeting across the mirror.
Oh, she's adorable!
„Please don't laugh,“ she begs when I only stand there and gape at her open mouthed.
I am far from laughing. I am fantasizing about making her bend over that table and fuck her from behind... Whoa!... Whoa!... Did I just think that? Oh Maker! I so want to make her mew.
She says meow!
I say roar!
Rori squirms, pulling at the corset and tugging at her small cloth – or whatever you want to call that tiny bit of almost nothing – as if she in any way could make those pieces cover her more than they do.
„Leliana persuaded me to get... this... a while ago when we were in Denerim. She said... you know... because you keep calling me kitten... oh, I just look ridiculous!... This was a stupid idea... sorry.“
„Don't!“ I whisper when she's about to take her mask off. Actually I think Orlesian fashion to be extremely ridiculous. Especially the masks. But I am changing my mind at that very moment because Rori in her kitten attire is... she is... wow. Yep, she's just WOW! In capital letters and with an exclamation mark. „You're so cute.“
„This is not meant to make me look... cute!“ she pouts. She sighs in exasperation and stomps her foot in frustration about her own seduction failure – her opinion, not mine. I mean, she's hot – in a very Rori-like way.
Rori is no femme fatale. She's just too cute. But her bashful cuteness mixed with that boisterous boldness that gets her into situations like this – that's her attractiveness.
Our eyes meet across the mirror, hers starlight blue like the night sky, mine golden in the soft glow of the candles. She's completely mortified, her bottom lip trembling as she tries to bite back her tears, her bosom heaves at the effort of her suppressed sobs. And then she bolts. I swirl around, blocking her path before she can disappear behind the screen.
„Alistair... please!“ she whimpers when my arms lock around her and I pin her against the wall with my body. She tries to wiggle herself out of my grip, avoiding to look at me.
„Stop that,“ I growl, entangling my fingers with her hair and yanking hard enough to make her gasp, forcing her to tilt her head back and expose her throat to me. I nuzzle the side of her neck, her pulse throbbing against my lips. I trail little bites up her throat, then capture her lips for a fierce kiss, tasting her.
„I take it this...“ I run my hands up and down the sides of her body, the delicate texture of the corset smooth against my palms. „... is my birthday present.“
„More what's inside,“ Rori mumbles compunctiously as she bangs her head against the flat, solid broadness of my chest repeatedly, knowing she has to accept her deafeat as I won't let her get away.
„Well, then I guess, I should unwrap it, don't you think?“ I slide my hands down her back to cup her buttocks and squeeze.
„Oh yes, yes, please, take off all that silly wrapping! I can help you... We can start with that mask...“
„Not so fast! I've never been one to just tear my gifts open.“
„Such a blunt lie!“ Rori snorts.
I offer a shrug and a lopsided and rather sheepish grin as an apology. „Well, nothing ever has been wrapped so nicely.“
„Now you're making fun of me!“
„You are underestimating your female powers, little temptress. You are ravishing in your beauty,“ I purr into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. „Can't you see what you are doing to me?“ To show her, I grind my hips against her, pressing my erection against her belly. That shuts her up. It also stops her squirming. „Now, stop hissing at me, kitten. I rather hear you purr.“
„I'll feel much more comfortable without all this...“
„No.“
„But...“
„No. This is my present. I like it just as it is. Now shut up.“ I lean in to kiss her again, expecting this argument to be over.
„But...“
Oh for Andraste's sake!
„You are a very bad kitten tonight,“ I inform her, hurling her around to push her down over that table, with her ass high in the air and her head pressed down as I hold an iron grip on her neck. She can only as much as gasp baffled before my palm comes down on her buttocks for three swift sharp blows. She winces and mews at the same time. Shivering in anticipation for the next three blows to hit her.
Oh Maker! That small clothes she wears – from behind it's only a string between her buttocks. And that tiny bit of cloth between her legs, is getting soaked with her juices as I spank her.
One hand on the small of her back, the others testing her wetness, I watch her across the mirror. The way her bosom strains the corset, how the dark pools of her eyes glitter with desire behind that mask. She's watching me, too. How I slip out of my shirt, how I slowly undo the breeches of my pants, freeing my erection. I run my hand along the hard shaft a few times, making her wait despite her already squirming. Hey, this is my birthday, right? So I get to play the games I want to play.
„Tell me what you want me to do with you,“ I order, my voice sounding hoarse and feral and so not like Alistair. I keep stroking my length just to show her what she's missing.
„I...,“ Rori breathes, eyes wide, bosom heaving. „I want you.“
„You want me? What exactly do you want of me?“ Whoa... this is fun. And hot. I just wish she would hurry and just spit it out.
„I want you inside of me,“ she wails, clutching the edge of the table for support as she wiggles her cute little ass at me.
„I don't think you're being precise enough.“
Rori groans in exasperation. For a moment it seems as if she's about to talk back but one quick slap reminds her to be obedient. „Fuck me!“ she hisses. „Fuck me with your huge hard cock!“ As soon as the words have left her mouth, she claps both her hands over it, staring at me wide eyed and with her cheeks burning bright red.
Oh. Ah. Okay. That was detailed. Nothing much left to guessing here.
„You didn't just say that!“ I gasp, looking as shocked as she does.
„You ordered me to say it!“ Rori squeaks. „Now would you please be so kind and do what the lady asked of you?“
„That wasn't exactly ladylike, you know...“ I tease. I so know I am driving her crazy. But she's just adorable when she gets upset with me.
„Alistair, shut up and fuck me! Now!“
„You've clearly spent too much time around Zevran...“
„Alistair!“
She struggles to get up, clearly having lost her patience with me. But I am not willing to give up control. So I lift her up and throw her onto the bed and before she can even blink I have her tied to the bedposts by her wrists with my belt.
I never thought my templar training could come in handy that way. As a templar you learn how to shackle mages with almost anything you might have at hand. It's really essential knowledge when dealing with apostates – and really useful knowledge when dealing with your disobedient woman.
The look on her face: Priceless!
The look on my face: Smug.
„Alistair! You didn't dare!“ she gasps, pulling at the bonds rather unsuccessfully.
„I also know how to gag someone,“ I point out pleasantly. Templar training. Now I finally know what all those years in the Chantry were good for!
Rori opens her mouth for a retort, closes it again, though, when I arch an eyebrow at her, challenging her to dare and talk back. She doesn't. She still glowers at me, though. It's incredibly cute. Especially with that kitten mask she's wearing.
„Trust me,“ I add in a soothing whisper when her expression changes from astonishment to wary and she begins to pull at the bonds, struggling to get free. „I'd never hurt you.“
Rori visibly relaxes and nods her consent.
Now, this could become the best birthday I ever had...
I kick off my boots and slip out of my pants slowly, really making a show of it. She wets her lips several times, watching me hungrily – then bursts into laughter when I pirouette and smack my own ass.
Yeah, I know. I just couldn't help it! It was too tempting.
„You're so silly!“ Rori giggles.
What a praise! Not sexy. Not hot. Not handsome. Nope, silly. But at least she didn't say cute.
I crawl onto the bed, never taking my eyes of her. She bites her lips to stiffle her laughter but fails miserably. Really! How is a man supposed to perform manly and sexy when his woman has a gigglefit?
I hook my fingers in the strings of that small small small cloth of hers and just rip that whiff of silk apart.
„Hey! Do you actually realize what that cost!?“ Rori complains. I am tempted to gag her with the remains of her own underwear – if I dared. Maker! I have her shackled to the bed already. I mean, I cannot believe I did this. She's completely at my mercy. She knows. I know. And it so turns both of us on.
So instead of gagging her, I return to reminding her of her place by delivering three sharp blows to her sweet little ass. She goes on like that she won't be able to sit for the next few days.
Between each slap I take my time to thrust my fingers into her tight entrance, rubbing my thumb across that small hard knot between her folds. I keep circling my thumb lazily and pushing my fingers into her in a tantalizingly slow rhythm once the obvious punishment is over. „Anything else you got to complain about?“ I ask in a dangerously low voice.
Rori hurries to shake her head no, squirming at my touch.
„I can't hear you.“ I pull away from her, causing her to whimper, her eyes widening when I lick my fingers clean.
„No,“ she breathes, pulling once more at the bonds that hold her arms in place above her head. No chance, kitten. I actually paid attention during that part of my templar training.
„No what?“
„No, my prince.“
„Such a good girl. I think you deserve a reward.“
„Indeed I do,“ Rori agrees. For someone shackled to a bed she has a very big mouth.
„Let me clarify the rules,“ I growl lowly. „And I am only going to do this once. You break the rules, you face the consequences. Rule No. 1: You do not speak without permission.“
„That is a stupid rule,“ Rori complains. I glower at her, she glowers back at me. I lose.
I mean, I've been holding back for a while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my manhood. And there she is, her folds slick and wet and she so eager to feel me inside of her. I'm really not going to waste time on arguing with her. Of course I could gag her but I really can't make myself do that. It's... Maker!... all this is already making me dizzy...
„Oh, alright, forget about it!“ I sigh.
„You clearly need more practice in being dominant,“ Rori giggles.
„You clearly need more practice in being submissive,“ I retort and before she can spit out another smart reply, I silence her with a kiss. Ravishing her mouth, our tongues twined in a battle for dominance, She strains against her bonds, arching her back delicately. „You're going to hurt yourself, kitten,“ I murmur as I press open mouthed kisses to her heated skin. My fingers fumble rather helplessly at the ties of her corset. As pretty as it is, I want full access to her breasts.
I will never understand why lady's lingerie is designed in a fashion that makes it impossible for a man to undress her without help. I grow impatient, Rori starts giggling and the damn corset is still as tightly tied as before. It's easier to unbuckle a suit of plate armour! Cursing under my breath I grab for Rori's dagger – formerly Duncan's – on the bedside table and make short work of the corset. „Don't say a word!“ I snap at Rori. „I buy you a new one.“
„Don't bother,“ she grins.
I toss the blasted corset aside, finally getting to my birthday present. Oh, she's beautiful. The way her arms are tied to the bed above her head, forces her to arch her back, pushing her bosom upwards.
Stradling her I cup her breasts and squeeze them, pushing them together. Her skin is quite slippery as if she has rubbed it with some oil. That gives me an idea... I can't help it. I just want to know how it would feel... it's so tempting... so I rub my erection between her soft mounds.
„Err...“ Rori goes.
„Shush! It's my birthday.“ I rub her nipples between my thumbs, eliciting those cute mewing noises from her, while I keep sliding my length up and down the gap between her breasts. That feeling is... That sight is... WOW!
It probably would be awfully uncomfortable for her with her hands shackled and all... still... if she lifted her head a little and if I thrust a little farther upwards then...
„Uhm... you don't think you could suck...“
„No!“
„Birthday?“ I ask hopefully and give her my best version of puppy-dog-eyes.
„No!“ Rori laughs.
„Too bad,“ I sigh, tugging at her nipples reasingly. „I'll keep fantasizing then.“ Crawling backwards, I abandon that fantasy for now and attack her breasts with my mouth, sucking roughly at the hardened pearls, biting softly to make her moan. My hand travels farther down across the flat of her belly and past the soft curls between her legs, seeking to reach that little nub of pleasure.
She squirms and bucks, straining against the bonds that hold her in place. I don't know if it's worse for her or for me – her not being able to touch me. I miss her deft hands roaming my body, the whispering of her fingers across my skin. At the same time, that knowledge that I could do anything I wanted with her... mhmm, I guess, it's worth the suffering for now.
I pull her down until her arms are outstretched over her head, forcing her to arch her back even more. Her ass is delicately angling at the edge of the bed as I slip her legs over my shoulders and press my face against her heat. Her reaction comes instantly.
„No... Alistair... please...“ she whimpers, trying to shut her legs.
I have no intention of letting her go. Since she cannot get away, it's the perfect opportunity to feast on her and watch her get undone once her embarrassement is swept away by her pleasure. I smile against her heat, teasingly trailing my tongue across her slit. When I feel the hardness of that little pearl against the tip of my tongue, I begin my ministration. It's like worshipping a goddess – a rather unwilling and bitchy goddess that keeps snarling at me – never for long, though. She forgets about being mortified the moment I do this little trick with my tongue and then...
„Ohhh... yesss... Alistair!... Oh Maker!“
There. Didn't I tell you?
The sounds she makes, her excitement, it does strange things to me. I will never understand how every single one of those mewing noises she expresses, makes my length throb with anticipation. I can feel the pulsing of my blood in my veins, sense the heat that spreads through my loins and that sizzling that runs up and down my spine – and all that when she doesn't even touch me.
Rori is still panting, when I lift myself from my kneeling position between her legs to steal a kiss from her lips, mine still slick with her juices. I have no intention on waiting for her to recover. I just love the way her inner walls clench tightly around my length in the aftermath spasms of her orgasm.
„Maker!“ I groan. The sensation of her heat swallowing me washes through me like a tidal wave. She wanted this to be hard and fast. She wanted me to fuck her. And that's just what I do. I make her mew and purr and hiss, trapt in between pleasure and pain. She makes me roar, thrilled by how I control her body and the sight of her sinful beauty.
That mask covering her face, her cheeks blushed, her eyes closed, the moans that escape her parted lips, the way she wets them with the tip of her rosy tongue. The smooth, cool leather of her boots on my shoulders, the way her bosom bounces with every deep, strong thrust, the sight of my muscles rippling and of my length sliding in and out of her, my flesh glistening with her wetness.
Yep, definitely my best birthday ever.
Afterwards, holding her in my arms, I massage her wrists gently, the bonds having left reddish marks on her skin. Lifting her hands to my mouth I kiss the bruises.
„I'm sorry,“ I whisper with every kiss. She smiles in reply, that sweet soft smile of hers that is shining brilliantly with the warmth of her love.
„Don't.“ She bites her lower lip, then an impish grin spreads across her face. „But next time I get to tie you to the bed!“
„Oh? Intending to pay me back?“ I chuckle.
„Absolutely.“ Rori confirms. „Afraid?“
„As long as I don't have to wear a corset and a kitten mask, I guess I can handle it.“
„I really would love to see that!“ Rori laughs.
Should I dare? Should I? She'll say no anyway, won't she? So it cannot hurt...
„Well... for you,,, on condition that...“
„Yes?“
„On condition that you...“ I begin to stammer, stumbling over my own words. „...reconsider my former request... of you... uhm...“ Beats of sweat form on my forehead. Rori's undisguised amusement doesn't make things any better. She's going to tell me how cute I am when I'm bashful. I can tell by the way the corners of her mouth twitch as she tries to bite back her laughter. „...sucking me of while I rub my manhood at your breasts.“
Now, that leaves her dumbfounded. She stares, blinks, her mouth opens and clothes again without a sound coming from it. She squirms a bit, kneads her fingers, considering. „Deal,“ she blurts out the very moment I want to tell her to forget about it,
„What!?“
„You are in for some lingerie shopping once we return to Denerim,“ Rori says smugly. And she smirks. Oh, how she smirks!
„What!?“
„Getting cold feet now?“ she asks, teasingly cupping her breasts and running the tip of her tongue over her lips.
Oh blast! What did I get myself into?
Denerim is far, far away.
My chances to die in the Deep Roads are certainly higher than to ever return there.
My chances that Rori will forget about this if I make it back to Denerim alive... zero.
Perhaps the archdemon has mercy and tears down the whole city including the lingerie shop.
Blast it!
„Maker,“ I gasp. „I do hope this is as mindnumbingly fantastic as I picture it.“
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