Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Of Ghouls and Broodmothers	By : Melaniem2108 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 18850 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dragon Age series all recognizable characters are property of Bioware and EA. I make no profit from this. If I did Tamlen and Cullen would be romanceable in the first game.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Of Ghouls and Broodmothers
Chapter 6: She Grew as in Her Mouth He Spew
A/N: I am so sorry for not updating sooner I hope you can all forgive me. As you can tell by the name of this chapter it's going to be an icky one and I had alot of trouble writing this particular scene :P. But I hope you enjoy it all the same. Also feel free to send me anything that you'd like to see happen in this story and I'll try to include it. xMelaniex
Oghren's POV:
Our footfalls echoed in the caves, our armor clanging loudly drawing the attention of every darkspawn in a two kilometer radius. Especially that whiney Alistair, he wouldn't shut up about his she-warden. I could see where the human was comin' from after all I was doin' the same thing with me Branka but he wasn't nursin' a hangover from the lack of ale I was 'allowed' to consume. Blasted surfacers. Know nothin' 'bout anything, least of all ale. The smell of the ale that had been spilt repeatedly onto my beard didn't help matters.
Blasted warden wouldn't listen to me or his air-headed she-rogue about the booby-traps that were five feet ahead of him. So of course he'd wound up with someone tackling him out of the way of two boulders that were about to crush his head into mush. "Are you sure you know where you're going Oghren?" Wynne came up beside me. "Aye I know where we're goin'. But it'd be better if this stupid warden wasn't trying to lead himself into every trap that was ever made." She laughed quietly. "Yes Alistair may indeed be a bit foolish, but the boy means well. I saw the way he looked at Elyssa it was the same way you were looking at that picture of Branka last night." She saw that? By the paragons she's a nosy one. "He truly loves her and he blames himself for her being captured. He was never this bad before, he is that determined to find her that he is forgoing his safety just to reach her in time."
They wouldn't change her, they'd probably want to kill her for being a Warden. I have to ask though. "In time for what?" "Alistair had a vision, he has them from time to time being a Grey Warden. He saw the exact darkspawn that took her, it was her old clanmate Tamlen. They were in love before the war started and he wants to turn her into a Broodmother. Alistair thankfully has never seen one but he knows that it's a terrible fate for her. That is why he wants to reach her so quickly." Ah sod it. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. "Fine I'll get him there first, we can look for Branka later she can wait for her rugged hubby for a few more days." I jogged up to the warden. "Hey warden! Good news I know a shortcut." Alistair's face lit up. "Really? Let's go!" I grinned as our pace hastened. "So what's so good about this she-warden of yours does she have four tits or something?"
Elyssa's POV.
Elyssa's whole form shivered and her teeth clashed against themselves as she huddled herself into a ball on the side of the cave wall. Tamlen had yet to give her back her clothes and the warmth of a bunny with hardly any fur and a lizard-thing with scales could only last for so long. The screams of the dying darkspawn grated against her ears repeatedly and she could only cover them for a few seconds before the chill became too much for her again.
Tamlen looked as much the beast that he was in the moments she could catch a glimpse of his fighting. The animalistic side of him was showing greatly. But as the time stretched on she could see something starting to pool in his mouth, a dark substance oozing from the corners. This seemed to infuriate the darkspawn, their attempts to get at her increased greatly until the battles seemed to blur together. She could no longer tell how many darkspawn Tamlen had killed, there were too many.
Throughout the carnage the bodies kept on piling up and the horde of darkspawn that was coming to their cave every minute decreased until their attempts finally drew to a close. It was a few hours afterwards that he finally came back to her. "'Lyssa." His hand brushed her hair away from her forehead an eerie smile resting on his muck covered face. "Finally we're alone." He seemed to be ecstatic over this fact but for some reason, she couldn't say the same. At one point in her life she knew that she would have loved to be alone with Tamlen but now that she'd seen his true colours she dreaded it. In fact she'd be happier if more darkspawn showed up to break the spell he was trying to hold her under.
"I know you think that you don't want to be with me, now you've seen who I truly am." How did he know that? "But lethallan we can move past all of that. I can show you that I'm worthy of your love. After all I broke rank from all of the other darkspawn and killed many of my- well our kin just so we could be together. If that's not love, I don't know what is. You know I'd never hurt you-" This she snapped her head up at. He fell backwards flat on his behind. "Hurt me?! First you kidnap me taking me away from my camp, then you put your blood inside of me causing me agony beyond belief, then you strangled me twice just so you could get things your way, then you strip me naked and leave me freezing cold just so you could prove a point! How is that not hurting me?"
At her words he slumped over slightly. "I'm sorry lethallan. You are right. I did hurt you. I never wanted to but this v-." He cut himself off. "She can't know about the voice." He whispered to himself, holding his knees to his chest and rocking slightly. Voice? Does he mean the voice of the Archdemon? I heard it in my dream. She crawled over to him so she was right in front of him. She gently ran her hand through his hair. "What voice Tamlen?" He shook his head. "No.. No.. can't tell you.. He'll hurt you if I do.." "Who will hurt me?" He looked up at her, tears in his eyes. "The dark side of me. The old soul. The dragon." "The dragon? It talks to you?" He shook his head. "No... you don't understand.." Then what does he mean? If the dragon isn't the one talking to him then who is? She raised her hand to his cheek. "Then help me understand. Talk to me."
His tears had stopped and he just stared at her for a second before bringing his mouth to hers. He kissed her roughly, biting her bottom lip and running his fingers through her hair. She gasped letting his tongue gain entrance, she could taste the dark substance that was in his mouth earlier and it was bitter. But it didn't bother her. She just held onto him for all it was worth, letting him unleash all of his pent up emotion onto her. He lie her down on top of her clothes before resting himself between her legs. The chill of his armor made her shiver slightly but she couldn't keep the groan from escaping her mouth.
He pulled away for a moment. "You love me and want to be only with me. Don't you?" The look he gave her was so filled with fear and hurt that she couldn't help the words coming out of her mouth. "I love you Tamlen, of course I want to be with you, no one else." His look relaxed greatly. "I love you too, do you trust me?" She nodded confused before he kissed her again. Her confusion lingered in the back of her mind as they continued the way they were.
Suddenly she felt an increase of fluids in her mouth, her eyes burst open to see more of that dark liquid coming out of Tamlen's mouth and into hers. She tried to push him off unsuccessfully as he held her down by her wrists, spewing more of that liquid into her mouth. She tried to spit it out but he pulled away and held her mouth shut. She whimpered out her protests but they fell on deaf ears. "Shh lethallan you promised you'd trust me. Trust me now. Now swallow." His fingers rested on the hollow of her neck massaging it gently, coaxing her throat to swallow. Sure enough she couldn't help but swallow the strange liquid. "Good girl, think of it as taking a health poultice it may taste horrible but in the end you know it's good for you. Now again." He repeated his movements, urging her to drink more and more of the fluid. Each time she could feel a strange ripple run through her body. She'd compare it to growing in her teen years, the feeling of pain as her bust and body grew.
"That's enough for now. Do you see? you're already changing to concieve and bear our children. You are beautiful." Tamlen ran his fingertips down her body that had grown slightly in the past few hours. She looked down and almost cried out in shock at the changes her body had overcome. She was more curvacious than ever before, her bust size had increased and small lumps were starting to form in pairs down her abdomen. There were about eight. "What the...? Am I turning into a blighted dog?" He laughed slightly. "No, that is the beauty of it you can rear many of our children at once." "Dear maker you're turning me into a blasted animal."
AN: Hope you liked it. See you next chapter. :)
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Of Ghouls and Broodmothers