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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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PookatheCat's very own version of what happens at the Pearl.
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"Do you think Leliana is going to be alright? With Marjolaine being dead now and... It has to be awfully hard for her," I ask.
"Alistair, my dear friend, please concentrate on the task at hand," Zevran slurs as we are dragging a dead man down the corridor of a place called the Pearl. It's one of Howe's men and the last of four we have to throw out of the window facing the harbour. The bastards tried to murder us, set up a rather stupid trap for anybody who would support the Grey Wardens. Strangely the Crows pointed us their way. Rori and Zevran are still wracking their brains why they would do so. They have not yet come to a conclusion.
"Why didn't we just leave them in that room?" I grunt as I heave the heavy corpse in heavy armour out of that tiny, narrow window. I am rewarded with a distant splashing sound when the body hits the water.
"No, no, no, my clueless friend, believe me, when I say, you never want to piss off a bordello queen. So you always clean up your mess before you leave. You live longer that way."
"And where does that wisdom come from?"
"Ahhh, I grew up in a place such as this," the elf points out. With a hint of melancholy he looks around and sighs. "They say you can never go home again, but for ten silvers an hour you can get pretty close."
"I'll give you that," I admit. "But... Leliana...," I return to what has been bothering me ever since the young bard ran her former lover and mentor through - and then held her in her arms when she died.
"She'll need time - and her friends. Her faith will help her, too. I think, she'll manage. She's tougher than you believe her to be." Rori whispers. She keeps cave, making sure nobody stumbles in on us to witness how the elf and I discard our victims.
"Really? She seems so young and sweet and innocent, you know."
"I am older than you are, Alistair," Leliana points out on returning from luring one of the customers away before he could detect us. She smiles one of those wicked smiles that are always somewhat creepy. It can't hide, though, that she has been crying. "And far from innocent... you are so adorably clueless, little templar. I've done many things I am not proud of. There's more than one reason why I sought refuge in the Chantry."
"Uhm... and still you look sweet and innocent," I mutter, blushing violently. Somehow I can't imagine Leliana as a cold and calculating killer. I mean, I have seen her fight and she knows how to handle herself but... even Rori appears tougher and feistier compared to the bard.
I can't even imagine Leliana as... well, she's not... she's a Chantry sister and so I... can't look at her like I look at Rori... of course I would never look at any other woman like I look at Rori... I mean... Rori is Rori and Leliana is... well, Leliana... and to me she is not a woman... although I do know she is a woman of course...
Maker, I am babbling again...
All I want to say is... if I had a sister - a real one, and not that shrew Goldanna they made me believe was my sister - I wish she was like Leliana.
"Aww, that's so nice of you, Alistair. You're so cute!" And Leliana pinches my cheeks again. She's worse than Wynne.
"Why do you always have to go on about how cute I am?" I pout. "I am not cute... and even if I was, is that all I am?"
"You are funny," Rori grins.
"And a little awkward," Leliana adds mercilessly. "And slightly goofy."
"In short: you are absolutely adorable." Rori tiptoes to kiss the tip of my nose while Leliana goes awwww!
"You two sound as if you are talking about Schmooples," I sulk, trying unsuccessfully to bite back a grin. "I hate you. Both of you. And stop giggling, you silly women. Being as awkwardly funny and goofily cute as I am is hard work, especially on an expert level."
"As much as this reminds me of home and as much as I enjoy your little banter, we shouldn't dwell here any longer," Zevran interrupts. "We don't know if there's more of Howe's men... we don't know if this isn't a trap by the Crows after all."
After she's been putting up a brave front for so long, Leliana decides it's time for her to seek solitude in the Chantry and comfort in her prayers to the Maker. After that, some shoe shopping for Shale and for herself. She insists that's exactly what she needs now. It wouldn't be my first choice after killing my former lover - not that I have any - but I won't argue with the bard.
While Zevran greases the palm of the madam of the house, Rori gets drawn into a fight between two rather angry men and a rather smug woman in a sleeveless white blouse with a plunging neckline. With her blue bandana and that thick golden collar around her neck she looks like the incarnation of a pirate queen. I don't know what her trouble is about; I am too busy trying to convince a rather importunate customer that neither Rori nor I are for sale. I don't even get what he wants until he gropes Rori's breasts and she punches him so hard in his face that his nose breaks while I am still standing there in shocked palsy with my jaw having dropped open.
The guy shoves Rori and she stumbles backwards into some other guy who just gets spiked by the Rivaini lady. Next I grab the bastard by the back of his shirt and send him flying across a table while the Rivaini just dances around Rori - I mean, literally... She wraps one arm around Rori's waist, grabbing hold of her left hand and swirls her aside, fencing with her second opponent at the same time.
She pirouettes Rori around once more, disarms her opponent, flings Rori into a dip and runs the unfortunate man through. Then she grins a white toothed, broad smile at the completely stunned ginger in her arms - and kisses her.
"Thank you for the dance, sweetheart," the Rivaini purrs while Rori is too shocked to say anything at all. She just lies in the pirate queen's arms, blinks and gawks.
Same here.
I mean, I don't lie in anybody's arms. But I just saw a woman smooch my woman. That's... err... oh Maker! Part of me is in high dudgeon - although I think I better refrain from the idea of a duel to restore Rori's tarnished honour... Part of me is like: Can... can I see that again? Merciful Andraste... I should have gone to the Chantry with Leliana instead. Some prayers to ask for forgiveness for my sins sound like a mighty good idea...
"Isabela!" Zevran steps over one of the corpses, handing another few coins to the madam of the house to ensure her goodwill for yet more mess and trouble we bring to her brothel.
"And look who we have here!" the Rivaini exclaims on sight of the elf, putting Rori back to her feet. The poor girl's legs are rather wobbly and she hurries to hide behind me, poking her head around my side to warily watch the dark skinned temptress. Her eyes are huge and round with shock, her whole face has taken on the colour of a ripe tomato and she keeps touching her lips as if she still cannot believe what has just happened. "Have you come to apologize for leaving me bereft of my lord husband and then vanishing without a trace?"
"You know it was just business, Isabela. Business that's turned out well for you, I see. You inherited the ship, I take it."
"Err... wait... you... you murdered her husband?" I'm unsure what I am more shocked about. Zevran doing what assassins do or Isabela not minding at all that her husband was his target. Maybe I should listen to Oghren more closely when he says marriage is for suckers.
"I suppose," Isabela agrees. "I never did like that greasy bastard anyway. Now, don't you think you should introduce us?" She smiles broadly at Rori.
"Indeed," Zevran laughs. "Rori, Alistair, this is Isabela, Queen of the Eastern Seas and the sharpest blade in Llomerryn. And Isabela, you'll no doubt be amused to discover that I am travelling with a Grey Warden. Two to be exact."
"Pleasure to meet you," Rori murmurs, holding out her hand to shake Isabela's. The pirate queen instead smacks a kiss to the back of Rori's hand, causing her to blush a deeper shade of pink once more. The pirate queen clearly leaves her puzzled of how to react. Can't say I'm any wiser than my woman.
“A Grey Warden?” Isabela says, intrigued. Not letting go of Rori's hand, she spins the ginger around once more, raking her eyes over Rori's rather curvy body. "Where did you find her, Zevran? She's cute. Can I borrow her for a while?"
“You are talking to the wrong man, Isabela, my brave pirate queen.” Zevran nods at me and the pirate cares to take notice of me for the first time.
“Ohhh, hello handsome,” she purrs and has her fingers dance across my chest. “Now this gets better and better. Zevran, where do you always find such pretties?”
"I was hired to assassinate them. Alas, I failed."
"Alas, it would have been a shame if you hadn't," Isabela laughs. "So, how about a game of cards and a drink or two? And then... well, one never knows, right? Life is quite an adventure." She motions towards a table in the corner of the taproom but we don't even get to say thank you, but no, thank you... or anything similar when the madam of the house appears next to us.
"Some of Loghain's men have arrived," she mutters under her breath, holding up her hand for Zevran to drop some more coins into her palm.
"The last room on the left side of the corridor has a trapdoor beneath the rug that leads to the harbour," the woman whispers, pocketing the coins.
"See, that's why you always clean up your mess and make sure the bordello queen is at good terms with you," Zev grins at me. "This way, my dear friends, the rats are deserting the sinking ship!"
“I don't like having you talk about sinking ships, Zev," Isabela sulks as she follows us to the room the madam pointed out to us. "And I don't like you leaving me here when today finally started to get interesting. I was already considering buying another hat and then you came along. Now, why don't you pay me a visit on my ship? We could have a little party, you, your Grey Warden cuties and me.”
"Err... I don't know...," Rori says hesitantly but neither Zevran nor I listen to her.
"Oh, playing shy now, aren't you?" Isabela teases. "I will show you some nice tricks, sweetheart... fencing tricks... stop grinning, Zev! You and your perverted imagination!" She smacks the back of the elf's head, and then turns back to Rori and smiles wickedly. "Now, don't tell me you’re not just dying know! Your little girl act cannot fool me."
“A real pirate ship?” I ask excitedly. “Oh, I always wanted to know what they look like.”
"Awesome! This way!" Isabela takes the lead, dragging us along until she proudly presents her ship to us. "And here she is! The Sirene! Avast, me pretties! Strike your panties and prepare to be boarded!”
Shortly later we find ourselves in the captain's cabin. It is bigger than I imagined with a huge bed, the frame ornated with gold, and enough fluffy pillows for a decent pillow fight. Around a round table stand two divans with red velvet and a comfortable armchair. Isabela produces several shot glasses, a bottle and a set of cards from a small cabinet. From another she pulls something that looks to me like a vase with several pipes attached. Zevran explains it's a narghile for smoking weed.
"Arl Eamon used to smoke a pipe every now and then..." I begin, turning the strange object around in my hands. "It looked nothing like that. How do you use it?"
"Alright, my pretties, let's play Wicked Grace," Isabela grins smugly at all of us. "I deal."
About an hour later the air in the cabin is thick with smoke and I am quite tipsy and high and naked but for my smallclothes. I'd still have my shirt but I gave it to Rori when she lost her last piece of clothing. Swaying lightly although she's sitting, she giggles uncontrollably, with short interruptions by her adorable hiccup. She leans heavily against me, stealing kisses from me whenever we get kicked out of another round of Wicked Grace. That happens quite often as we always lose.
"Now, are we playing cards or something else?" Isabela teases when Rori climbs on my lap, her fingers entangled with my hair as she kisses me deeply, seemingly unaware of our audience.
"Cards?" my fellow Grey Warden, still straddling me, slurs, holding out her glass to Isabela to indicate she's up for more. When Isabela wants to refill her glass, Zevran stops her.
"I think la niña has had enough, Isabela," the elf comments. He has a grin plastered across his face that never fades and his pupils are dilated to a point where his eyes look like a set of pitch black beetles.
"Maker, Zevran, when did you become such a killjoy? You sound like a... parent!" Ignoring the elf, the pirate queen pours more of the golden liquid into Rori's and my glasses. "We're here for some fun!"
I know I shouldn't but I down the shot anyway. So does Rori.
"Go easy on them, Isabela. They are young and clueless. He's a chantry boy, she's a noble maiden. They don't play in your league. It's their first love. The very first for both of them, you know what I mean."
Rori takes hold of the bottle and tries to fill her glass once more. Soon there's more booze on the table than in her glass. I stupidly watch how she drops down on her knees to lap the spilled liquid up.
Boy, is she drunk!
Boy, am I drunk!
It occurs to me that I should stop her.
"Oh, how cute!" the pirate squeals. I doubt she means Rori's ungraceful display of ultimate drunkenness. "You think they are ready to broaden their horizons?"
Rori misinterprets my attempts to pull her away from the mess on the table and I find myself sprawled across the divan with an almost naked redhead on top of me.
"I dare say, they broaden it every day. They are rather adventurous," Zevran chuckles.
Rori tugging at my smallclothes, blinks at me stupidly when I try to point out to her we have an audience. She stares at Isabela and Zevran as if she took notice of them for the first time, wondering how they come to be here at all.
"Then I don't see why we shouldn't have a bit of fun together." Isabela trails her fingers teasingly across Rori's cheek, down the side of her neck and across her collarbones. "This card game is getting old anyway. Time for something more exciting to happen.”
Rori gawks. I gawk. Is she talking about what I think she is talking about?
The elf wraps his arms around Isabela's waist, pulling her against him. "You want to play, my brave pirate queen, pick on someone your own size."
"Oh come on, Zev, you're not even half my size!" Isabela laughs but she's already pulling his pants down. I cover Rori's eyes with my hand to protect her from seeing what comes into view shortly later.
"You're hurting me, Isabela! And after I freed you from that husband of yours. I would think you would at least be a little thankful." Zevran pouts as he rips Isabela's blouse open. Rori shoves my hand aside and claps both her palms over my eyes when the pirate queen's breasts pop out of her shirt.
"I've been immensely thankful, Zev, and I have made my gratitude quite obvious already."
Rori and I get into a fight about who covers the other one's eyes and fall off the divan in the process. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see how Isabela leads the elf away towards her bed by his manhood.
I really don't know what happens then. I must have fallen asleep on that floor with Rori on top of me. I wake to Rori stirring. The whole room is spinning when I open my eyes so I close them again - which doesn't make anything better.
Next I am sitting on the divan again with Rori straddling me - again - just this time I don't wear any smallclothes anymore and she doesn't wear my shirt anymore. While I am sucking roughly at her nipples I wonder about what I am actually doing here. I can't get rid of the impression I keep missing something. I so can't remember how I got rid of my last piece of clothing or how I got to make love to my woman in Captain Isabela's cabin.
With her back arched to give me access to her beautiful mounds, Rori slowly rocks her hips against mine. Her eyes half-closed, her head rolling from one side to the other, her mouth o-shaped with those cute mewing noises and soft moans passing her lips, she's completely lost to her pleasure, unaware of anything but her own body and mine connected.
"Rori?" I mutter. My tongue feels strangely heavy and... furry...
"Huh?" she answers, sounding as if she was half asleep. Or awfully drunk. And high. Or all of that at once.
I've already forgotten what I actually wanted to ask her and I guess, it doesn't really matter. She still stares at me, frowning as if she was wondering about something but couldn't really put a finger on it. After a moment she just shrugs, grabs me by my ears and pulls me close for a deep cotton-mouthed kiss, tongues lazily stroking each other.
I grip her hips, taking control over her excruciatingly slow rhythm that's threatening to drive me crazy. I stand with Rori still stradling me... bad idea... the room starts spinning immediately... and next I slam her down on the low table with me on my knees between her legs... that's not where I intended to be... I mean the table, not her legs... I so totally intended to be between her legs... err... blast... I should stop trying to think when it obviously is impossible...
As I am already here and she is already here, I move on with my business as Oghren would say, shattering some glasses in the process... and just fuck her on that table, slamming into her over and over again...
Good thing that all the furniture is fixed to the floor...
Rori clings to me, meeting every thrust as she rocks her hips against mine. Her head has fallen back and she's being really noisy. Can't say that I am any quieter... for a moment I wonder what happened to Zevran and Isabela... but the thought gets blown away when I spiral into a mind numbing climax. Rori collapses against me with her whole weight. I'm a bit out of balance and she sends me tumbling back onto the divan again with her still on top of me. Panting heavily, I hold her in my arms, gently nibbling my way up to the side of her neck to her earlobe.
"I love you," I murmur, Rori slurring something in reply that could pass as a very drunken "Luv ya, too."
I only notice Isabela has returned when Rori lifts herself from me. The pirate queen is sitting on the second divan and sips rum from a huge silver goblet. She is completely naked, the candle light giving her dark skin a golden glow. How long has she been there? Has she watched us? I am too high, too drunk, too – oh, I don't even know – to get flustered about this. Rori is swaying slightly. She's so dazed, she stumbles over her own feet and lands in Isabela's lap. The pirate spills her rum all over Rori's breasts, the sticky sweet liquid flows down her belly and between her legs.
“Now, look what you've done,” Isabela scolds, putting the goblet aside. “You've made a complete mess. I will have to clean you.” Thus said, the pirate wraps her arm around Rori's waist to hold her in place, then bends to lick the sticky liquid from her breasts. Rori is so stunned and shocked, she's unable to react. She just stares; wide-eyed, fascinated and horrified how Isabela circles her tongue around her rosy nipples.
Same with me. I also sit and stare and the only part of my body that is able to react to a woman sucking at my kitten's nipples, is my manhood.
"Mhmm, how tasty," Isabela purrs, swirling her tongue around Rori's soft mounds. Pushing her to lay on the divan, Isabela moves her mouth down across Rori's belly, lapping up every droplet of spilled liquor from her navel. Rori lifts her hands in a weak attempt to stop Isabela, but the pirate has already coaxed her legs apart and presses her mouth at the ginger's womanhood. Rori gasps, clutching at the divan for support as her hips involuntarily rock forward at the pirate's assault.
My manhood twitches in reply to the naughty display. My pride, however, is hurt. Blast it, this is my girl! "Hey, I'm right there, you know," I pout, causing Isabela to lift her head and grin at me.
"I see, and why aren't you right here?" She pats the floor beside her. "Sitting over there all alone doesn't seem to suit you, so why don't you join?"
"Wh-what?" I stammer. I certainly know a billion reasons why I should decline that invitation - I just can't remember a single one at the moment. While my mind is still arguing with itself about the pros and cons, my feet have already carried me across that short distance... okay, okay, I stumble and sway and almost topple over the table... but in the end I drop to my knees right where Isabela pointed me to be.
Now I am here, I have no clue what to do. So I just look foolish until Isabela takes my chin in her hands, pulling me in for a kiss, her tongue teasingly coaxing me to stop squeezing my lips shut but respond to the kiss.
She tastes of Rori.
It's... strange... intoxicating... it's wrong... so wrong...
Oh, fuck that!
It's absolutely hot!
Isabela's hand circles around my erection as she returns to sucking at that hard little nub between Rori's legs. With her free hand the pirate grabs mine and pushes it between her own slightly parted legs.
Oh Maker!
I can feel her slickness against my fingers, her moist velvet heat and the softness of her pubic hair as I begin to fumble around insecurely first until I elicit the first moan from the pirate.
My head gets yanked back when Rori pulls at my hair, scowling at me in disbelief. She's one to complain! I don't have another woman sucking me off... err... okay, I have her jerking me off... Merciful Andraste!...
I grin stupidly and on figuring that won't save me, just kiss my woman forcefully. She bites down on my bottom lip in reply, drawing blood. When I pinch her nipple hard as a retort, she moans into my mouth, melting into the kiss. Next Isabela pulls me away from her and I find myself kissing the pirate queen again before she pushes my head down to Rori's breasts.
With me sucking at her nipples and Isabela returning to her ministration of Rori's womanhood, the petite ginger is writhing at the edge of an overwhelming orgasm. Isabela's hand flexes up and down my shaft, teasingly running her thumb across the sensitive tip she liberatedly denies me my own release as well.
"Your turn to worship the little goddess, chantry boy," Isabela grins, letting go of my throbbing member. Both Rori and I gasp in protest when the pirate queen suddenly stops her assault on us. I don't need a second invitation when Isabela moves to make room for me. I lift Rori's legs onto my shoulders and slam into her with one forceful thrust, almost pushing her off the divan. She cries out in lustful pain, her noisy moans almost drowning my own grunts and groans of pleasure.
The release comes as a violent spasm and carried forward through her whole body. She tightens around me, increasing the friction of her velvet heat until I cannot stand it anymore and erupt inside of her, roaring her name.
I am still gasping for air, holding my beloved in my arms, feeling dizzy with my body on fire from the aftermath of my orgasm, when the pirate queen goes: "Now, wasn't that fun? Time for my reward!"
All Rori still can do is roll her head from side to side and mumble incoherent nonsense, I am so spent I could fall asleep right away, but Isabela revives us with another shot of whiskey and her expert bedroom skills. Or maybe I did sleep. This also could be some kind of dream altogether... I can't really remember...
Somehow I end up between Isabela's legs, showing Rori how to give oral pleasure to a woman and my kitten obediently repeats the ministration I give to the pirate queen.
Has to be a dream...
Isabela has one hand entangled in Rori's hair, pressing her face closer to her womanhood while the younger female is lapping at her...
Oh Maker, my head is spinning....
The pirate queen's breasts are as large and soft as Rori's, with her nipples like hard little pebbles against the velvet texture of my tongue. Isabela's free hand entangles with my hair, she laughs out loud in between her moans of pleasure. Hers are huskier than Rori's, lewd and dirty... Rori's little mewing noises almost sound innocent compared to Isabela's sounds of lust and desire.
This can't be real...
I sit on the divan with two women kneeling in front of me, both licking and sucking at my manhood in turns. All I can do is grin foolishly as I watch, clutching at the backrest for support. I've always thought Rori can really swallow a whole lot of my erection without gagging - that is until Isabela deep throats me and I almost jump right out of my skin at the sensation.
Holy fucking shit!
How we make it to the bed... I have no clue...
How I end up with Isabela riding me while I lap at Rori's womanhood hovering above my face... I can't remember.
The pirate queen is kissing my fellow Warden, both women caressing each others breasts, rolling their nipples between nimble fingers, pinching and tucking. At the same time Isabela sways her hips against me, slowly sliding up and down my hard length...
Three bodies entangled with each other, stroking, kissing, giving pleasure to each other... gentle bites leaving reddish marks on smooth skin, teeth teasingly tearing at soft flesh... tongues intertwined, lips crushing against each other... the salty taste of sweat combined with the musky scent of a woman's sweet juices... all woven together by a lustful symphony of moans and cries of pleasure... it's almost too much...
And then a blissful silence as sleep embraces me and I snuggle against the softness of two female bodies...
My eyes flutter open again briefly at a sound and a movement next to me.
"Ze-zevran?" I mutter as the elf covers Rori, Isabela and me with a blanket. Then I pass out.

Notes:

The threesome with Isabela always is somewhat odd in the game.
I mean, it's practically like:
Warden: Hi.

Isabela: Hi.

Warden: Teach me to fight.

Isabela: Lets play cards first.

Warden: Nah, rather lets have sex.

Isabela: Okay.

Alistair: Hey!

Isabela/Warden: Join us!
And happily off they go.
I never could see it happen like that with Roristair. And I was debating on whether it could happen at all. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the alternate scene.
Comments very much welcomed. I'd really like to know what you ppl think.
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