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The life of a Royal Bastard, Alistair	By : Kitty_Hawk Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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For those of you who have been waiting for the steamy bits, here it is. Hope you enjoy.
I was chasing after a maiden in a forest, one that wore a crimson red dress that flowed from her ankles and along her wrists. She was laughing, egging me on to catch up. Her hair was unbound and flowing behind her, a dark brown like the trees around us. I kept running in all my armor, and though I heard the laughter, I could not see her. The forest reverberated with her laughter, calling out my name. I stopped, so I could try to determine where she was hiding. I heard a whistle and looked up. The maiden stood crouched on a tree limp, her feet bare, the red dress hanging all over the limb, her hair long and covering her face as she looked down. She jumped and grabbed a lower limb swinging behind the elm I stood beside. I spun around and she giggled as she darted back and forth keeping the tree between us. I then stood very still and turned around, just wanting to try a new tactic. I listened as hard as I could, and though barely audible I heard her foot step behind me in the dirt. I breathed out a sigh and then spun on my left foot and caught the maiden in my arms. I thought she might be scared, but my curiosity had to know who she was. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug and said, “It’s about time you caught me.” She looked up towards my face, and with my gauntlet clad fingers I brushed back the hair from her face. Evergreen eyes stared back into mine. Her lips were red as rose petals. She took my hands and slowly removed my gauntlets, kissing my fingers where they were smashed in the fight at the tower. She continued with my vambraces up my arms, slowly removing all my metal plate and placing it gently to the side. I felt paralyzed but in anticipation to see what she was doing. Once she took off my breast plate, I was aware of a large cut I had along my chest I had gotten at the tower, but in the heat of battle had forgotten. She removed the cotton undershirt I wore and traced her finger along the edge of the cut. I couldn’t help but flinch. She bent down and placed her lips on the cut with a light kiss. She took the hem of her long dress and ripped off a large portion, now showing her shapely legs. Taking the red cloth she wrapped my torso multiple times, which helped somewhat. She said, “This will be tended to soon properly, I promise. I must tend to something else first.” She was shorter than me by almost a foot, but she stood on her toes and took my face into her hands. She whispered, “Alistair” like a prayer and kissed me. Her lips were soft and teased my own. Her body was flush with mine. My reserve disappeared and I lifted her up, her legs twined around me. I put her back against a tree and held up her small frame with one arm. My lips felt like they were dancing with hers. I broke the kiss and started kissing her up her neck, wanting to taste all of her. I took in a deep breath, she smelled like sweet damp earth and the smell of a flower that my mind was too preoccupied to recognize at the moment. My pelvis undulated against hers. Her hands were everywhere running along my chest, scratching into my back and finally my hair. “Dear Maker, you really are a rose aren’t you?” The smell finally recognized as the rose in my satchel. My free hand roamed her body, until curiosity had to be sated. I ran my fingers up her dress and found her wet sex, ready for me. I wanted to make her happy first, afraid I would hurt her. I ran my fingers exploring along her core and she moaned. I put my mouth on hers and kissed her like she was air and I was drowning. My fingers found what I had been searching for, and gently I slide one finger upward. She arched her back and moaned in my mouth. I took two fingers and slide them up inside her and gently I started to rhythmically draw in and out. Her fingers grasped deep into my hair. I quickened the tempo and suddenly she arched and quivered in my arms, calling out my name. She leaned into my arms with a look of utter satisfaction, then looked up at me with a quizzical brow. She said, “We’re not through yet.” She took a knife from my belt and cut the belt off with a decisive slice. She cut the ties of my leg armor, now chucking aside my greaves, leaving me only with my linen pants. She is damn good with a knife, because I didn’t see her even move it when my pants fell. She smiled, tossed the blade to the ground and jumped right at me, pushing me to the ground. “No worries Alistair, you are well taken care of.” She straddled my pelvis, my manhood was screaming to get to her. She leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, “Take charge my knight.” Well, I do well with instruction. I rolled us, making me on top. “Are you sure, I know I will hurt you this once?” She looked into my eyes and said, “Alistair the pain is worth it, if I can be with you.” I kissed her deeply on the mouth and said by her ear, “I love you, Rose Cousland.” Just when I prepared myself to go for it, my hearing suddenly was filled with the noise of splashing water and the world around me was plunged into water. The whole scene dissolved into water, including the green eyes that looked up at me.
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