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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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Chapter 77

When I wake next to a very grumpy and sleepy redhead in the morning, I just grin from ear to ear, place a kiss on her forehead and crawl out of the tent to make coffee and breakfast. The scent of coffee, bacon and eggs finally revives Rori - and Barkley, that greedy glutton of a dog.
Rori does celebrate her first cup of coffee after becoming human again. Clutching the mug with both hands, she inhales the scent and then, with her eyes closed, slowly sips the black liquid in complete silence. I hardly dare to breathe, knowing it to be unwise to disturb Rori before she has had her first dose of coffee. So while having my cup of tea - black with milk and sugar - I just sit and watch her, enjoying the sight of my just-out-of-bed woman wearing nothing but my shirt.
Our companions have not yet returned to our camp, but with Swiftrunner and the dragon's treasure and taking the message of Zathrian's fate to the Dalish, that's no surprise. Rori doesn't mind waiting a bit, and neither do I - especially since we do know how to keep ourselves entertained...
Straddling me, Rori shaves me and I simply enjoy her treatment and caress. She's completely naked and every time she leans closer, her soft bosom is pressed against my chest. Maker, I so can't wait for her to put down that razor... Then we build ourselves small boats of bark and twigs and leaves and let them swim in the brook. We splash around in the cold water a bit until we're dripping wet and then help each other getting warm again... Afterwards we lie lazily in the grass, sunbathing while we munch apples and the cookies we stole from Sten. And since we have rested a little and got some refreshment, some exercise can't hurt, right? Sometime later I fall asleep on watching the clouds with Rori in my arms.
When I wake this time, I find my beloved ginger sitting on a stone next to the brook, dangling her feet into the water.
Maker's Breath!
She wears a wreath of white flowers and green leaves on her head, an equal garland is wound around her hips. Her naked body is painted with red clay, a small stripe runs across the brink of her nose, two more adorn her cheekbones at both sides of her face. Two muddy handprints smudge the pale flesh of her breasts, two more can be found on her buttocks and at her waist. Merciful Andraste, she looks like a spirit of the forest, a dryad from the old myths and legends and her mere sight arouses me. When she turns at the sound of my astonished gasp, an impish smile curves her lips and mischief sparkles in her eyes.
"Do you want to play?" Rori purrs, stretching like a cat as she slips off the boulder. Moving with the grace of a halla, she dances across the small clearing, circling me but staying just out of reach.
Only when I pick myself up from the ground, I notice that she has crowned me with a wreath similar to hers and painted me with the same red clay while I was sound asleep. The branch of the rhyming oak she put in my hand like a sceptre. We must look like the king and queen of the forest. "You know, I'm always in for a game... or two."
"Then catch me if you can and you shall have your reward, prince." Thus said she darts off into the forest - and I follow behind.
Part of my mind is arguing that it is not a very smart idea to run through a forest completely naked and unarmed but for the dagger Rori has strapped to her thigh and my oak wood sceptre when said forest is crammed with dangerous wild animals, mad trees and occasionally darkspawn. It would be really unfortunate if we were caught by any of these beasts with nothing but a piece of wood and a knife to defend ourselves.
The forest, however, has changed when the lady once more became a part of the trees and brooks and rocks and soil. I don't feel like an intruder anymore but my bare feet carry me easily through the woods. Rori's only a few steps ahead, shouting with joy she seems as if she wants to embrace life itself. I join in and we both cheer and laugh and sing out loud - until Rori stumbles upon a path and... freezes. She comes to a halt so abruptly that I almost run into her.
And there we stand in the middle of a path, both absolutely stark naked but for a muddy war paint and I sporting a rather prominent erection... and only a stone's throw away there's Wynne... and Leliana... Morrigan... Zevran... Oghren... and Sten... and Shale... and they are all staring at us slack-jawed.
Oh blast!
Doom!
DOOM!
All flustered Rori shifts her weight uneasily, grins sheepishly and waves a shy hello. I cannot wave. I need both of my hands to cover my most private parts. All I manage, is some awkward grinning and an all over recolouring when I blush from head to toe.
"Err... what... what are you doing here?" I squeak in a high-pitched voice.
"We are just walking down a path, all properly clothed," Leliana observes. "What are you doing here, not so properly clothed?"
"Err... well, our clothes...we only just, uhm, took a bath and there were... uhm... squirrels... giant squirrels," I stammer as I try to pluck a branch from a bush to get hold of something that could cover me more decently. Failing, I change my tactics and just hide behind the bush. "...nasty... thieving squirrels... and they snatched our clothes while we didn't look... and now we are trying to retrieve them..."
"I see." The bard grins wickedly. "And what would those giant thieving squirrels do with your garments?"
"Cushion their nests with them of course," Rori says as if it was a well-known and scientifically proven fact about giant squirrels. "It keeps their babies warm."
That's the moment when Sten covers his eyes with his hand and shakes his head in exasperation... Yep, that's us, the last two Grey Wardens of Ferelden, the only hope to end the Blight and slay the archdemon, bouncing around in the forest completely starkers. I'm afraid he won't feel any better once he finds out we ate his cookies.
"Ahh, young love," Wynne chuckles and smiles that wicked old lady smile of hers. I somewhat get the impression she doesn't buy our squirrel story.
Morrigan snorts in disgust. "The damage done to Rori's brain by the transformation is worse than I expected."
"Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends," Zevran recites cheerfully. "Ahh, Morrigan, my magical temptress, don't you pull such a face! It makes you look so much like your mother..."
Morrigan narrows her eyes at him. Her resemblance to a viper is indeed striking... in a very creepy way. "You would have been her type, you know."
"Oh? Elven and handsome?"
"The sort that will never be missed," the witch hisses.
"Aye, with the boss... again, hehe." Oghren thrusts his hips forward as he snickers. "And there they keep telling us about elves frolicking in the thicket and nug-spew like that... hehe..." His eyes look as if they are going to pop out of their sockets anytime soon the way he leers at Rori. I hobble clumsily to stand in front of her, blocking her from Oghren's sight. That's when Rori grabs my arm and drags me along into the bushes, pointing at something high up in the branches and shouting "Squirrel!"
"Andraste's ashes!" I groan as I waddle after Rori, still covering my manhood with my hands. Suddenly running all naked through the forest doesn't sound like such a good idea anymore. I feel as if even the birds laugh at me. Awkward. My cheeks are burning, my entire body feels too hot and I am so thoroughly mortified, I am considering vanishing in these woods forever. Maybe we should drop by the loony hermit to ask him if we could move in with him.
We reach a little lake surrounded by huge boulders covered in moss and old fir trees with low hanging branches. The water is as still as a huge black mirror. It's beautiful and peaceful but all I can think about is that we have to return to the camp sometime - and we are still naked! Maybe Rori can make a garland that actually covers something... everything. If we could find larger leaves...
Rori clearly has other things in mind. She takes my hands when I start looking around for something suitable and silences me with a kiss when I attempt to protest. It starts all sweet and tender with her arms loosely wrapped around my neck and mine around her waist. She nibbles and sucks at my lips teasingly, tempting me to claim hers fully. Trailing one hand down my chest and belly, she wraps it around my yet untamed erection and slowly slides it up and down my length. Her mouth follows the same path as she sinks to her knees in front of me, never letting go of my manhood. Gently blowing her hot breath against the sensitive tip, she goes on teasing me mercilessly as she lazily swirls her tongue around my glans. It's the sweetest torture.
My hands entangled with her hair, I lean my back against a boulder and watch Rori sucking my length into her mouth. She sets on a slow rhythm that's bound to drive me crazy, building up tension inside. Whenever I try to urge or to a faster pace, she pulls back, teasing me before she returns to her excruciating ministration. Maker's Breath! I cannot endure this any longer!
Grunting in frustration, I pull her to her feet, swirl her around and press her with her back against the boulder. "So impatient, my prince," Rori giggles when I rub my fingers at her folds testingly. Oh she's so hot and moist, my fingers come away slick with her juices.
"Taste yourself," I mutter, intending to have her lick my fingers clean.
"Bah!" Rori exclaims, then shrugs. "Oh well, if it makes you happy." I wish she'd have sucked as roughly at my length as she now sucks at my index finger.
"Oh, you're such a temptress." While I lean in to claim her lips for a deep kiss, I run my hands down her body, and cupping her breasts, I place my palms onto the handprints of red clay she has left there. Rori moans softly into my mouth when I pinch her nipples and thrust into her at the same time.
Maker's Breath! The softness of her body pressed against mine... the velvet heat of her womanhood, tightly clenching around my length... the sweetness of her kiss as our tongues intertwine in a dance of passion... Her moans are like music to me, so soft and gentle and yet strong and passionate. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs around my waist, she sways and bucks her hips, meeting my thrusts as we push each other towards that mind-numbing bliss of utter satisfaction. This is perfect, she is perfect and I cannot stop wondering in awe at how I became blessed with her love.
After our love making we spend some time, lying in the grass together, lazily exchanging kisses and all the tender caress that comes with exploring each other’s body. I'd happily spend the whole day like that. The only thing missing is some cheese. Rori, however, wants to play and who am I to deny her desire... especially when she turns it into mine as well. Mischievous little vixen... using her lips, tongue and teeth to arouse me once more, she pushes me excruciatingly close to the edge - then just leaves me standing there with my throbbing manhood, marking me the hunter and herself my prey. So I find myself chasing her again, following her through the forest that she has gotten to know so well when running with the pack. There's nothing canine about her anymore, still she moves through the woods as if she belonged there. If she wanted she could vanish between the trees and I'd never get her.
Luckily she wants to be caught.
The hunt ends when I chase her around a huge oak tree, circling it several times before I can snatch her around the waist and push her against the tree. She squeaks and giggles and begs for mercy - but I know none. Not when she has made me run a mile or two to get what I desire.
"You are a bad bad girl, you know." I whisper against her lips. "You need to be disciplined."
"Oh, please, please, do not hurt me!" Rori's attempt of looking frightened and submissive fails due to the wide grin that spreads across her face. Her bouncing up and down giddily also doesn't help with the impression of a scared and helpless young woman.
"Hurt you? Perish that thought, my fair lady," I smile reassuringly at her. Rori does not smile. And she looks far from fair the way she glowers at me. "I would never hurt you." I place my hands over my heart. "But a punishment you deserve..."
"Oh, yes, yes, I most certainly do," Rori agrees.
"So you will clean the dishes for the next two weeks and wash my socks and..."
Rori narrows her eyes at me and, hissing like a wildcat, grabs me by the back of my head to pull me against her. She bites down on my lower lip, tearing blood, and then kisses me with a fierce passion that leaves me breathless.
"I said punishment, not reward," I manage to gasp in that short moment when she lets go of me for breathing. I am expecting her to protest, to pounce me once more, to push me to the ground and mount me and ride me to a mind-numbing blissful orgasm... making all those dirty wet fantasies of mine come true... but I get none of that.
"Oh, okay, then lets get back to the camp," Rori says, shrugging nonchalantly. She smiles, pinches my cheeks, slips out of my embrace and walks back towards the camp...
Duh!? What!?
That manipulative little beast!
For a second or two I consider letting her go. It would serve her right. But I've never had much trouble with losing when playing games. So Rori can be the winner here as long as I get what she has made me crave for.
She gets as far as two steps before I whirl her around and make her bend over, that way presenting her pretty pink slit to me. Oh, what a sight! She cries out in surprise and clutches the tree for support. She's still trying to regain her balance when I ram my length into her. And then I fuck her... I mean, for real... and hard... and all she can do is cling to that tree and moan and whimper and cry out her pleasure. We make a hellish noise and in the end I'm so exhausted and utterly satisfied, I just let myself drop to the ground and sit there with a wide foolish grin plastered across my face, looking like a complete retard and also drooling a little. But who cares? I see stars twinkling in front of my eyes and my whole body feels like floating.
Rori flops down on her knees, still hugging the tree, pressing her heated cheek to the rough bark. She's all flustered and breathless and grinning as foolishly as I do.
Then all of a sudden a shudder runs through the tree. Squeaking, Rori falls backwards, scrambling away from the huge oak as it stretches and rustles its branches... It's the Grand Oak, the one who gave me its branch after retrieving its acorn from the mad hermit.
"Err... hello again," I mutter, grinning rather sheepishly. This is just typical. There's thousands of trees in this forest and I choose the only talking one to have it off with Rori right beneath it.
"Friend of yours?" Rori asks timidly. She has come to stand behind me, peeking around me shyly.
"Thou do return, my mortal friend," the tree drones once it has identified me. "Thou brought my sadness to an end!"
"I found its lost acorn," I whisper to my confused and shocked ginger. "Err, yes... I'm sorry we did disturb you... we... err..."
The oak seems pleasantly unperturbed by the display of... uhm... affection... that has just taken place. Well, considering this is a forest with a whole lot of animals... and it's an ancient tree... Rori and I are probably not the first mortal creatures this oak has seen in the act of mating.
"My gratitude belongs to you, there is still more that I can do, now that I see thy heart's desire," the tree goes on, swaying its branches towards us as if motioning us to come closer. "The taint, it burns in you like fire," the tree observes sadly once we stand between its roots and its branches form a canopy above us. It's as if it was sheltering us. "But know thou shall not despair, thy lady is both strong and fair. There is yet hope for you and her and fruits your love shall one day bear."
"What is it talking about? I may be a little paranoid... but I really don't want to wake up tomorrow and find I have branches for arms and an apple dangling from each finger," Rori murmurs. She doesn't let go of my hand and I soothingly brush my thumb against her palm to assure her the tree means no harm. "And why is it rhyming?"
"It has a poet's soul," I offer as an explanation. I feel strange, somewhat stronger and... more alive... younger and older at the same time while I stand in the shade of the tree. According to the look on Rori's face, she's feeling it, too. Then two branches lower like arms and shoo us gently away and onto the narrow forest path. I drag Rori after me as she gawks open-mouthed at my tree friend..
"And once more we say farewell," the tree rumbles as it waves us goodbye. "Your time is precious; do not dwell in the forest for too long. The evil you fight, has grown mighty and strong."
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