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The Mage and the Templars	By : Nyghtlei17 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 8458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Large, warm hands clutched her waist. They pulled her onto him and she could feel every bit of his tension. He was buried so deep inside her he was hitting that precious spot that made her back arch and her eyes roll back. She held herself up with her forearms parallel to the wood floor beneath her. Her pale legs shook under him as he thrust into her repeatedly. He was gentle but forceful, loving but lustful. I love you, she thought. Why did you leave me all alone? Why when I needed you most did you run away? Now I am a Grey Warden. Is this the other world? The one where you can love me and I can love you. “I love you”, she moaned.
   “Is this love?”
   His voice. His voice was not his.
   She pulled away from him and his hands slipped off her hips. She looked into his eyes, they were not the color honey. But amber. There was no blonde hair. But red. “Alistair?”
   “Is this love? Because if it is I never want to let it go”, he smiled that half smile he almost always had on his face.
   “I thought you were…”, she didn’t want to hurt him. She cared for him but she didn’t love him. “I thought you were someone else.”
   “You thought I was Cullen”, his voice seemed to echo and bounce off the walls of the tiny storage room.
   She folded her arms across her chest to cover her nakedness. “I am sorry, Alistair. I do not want-”
   “Oh, but you do.” His voice was now unfamiliar and cold. “You want me. And who wouldn’t? I am a Grey Warden. I’m not forbidden like the Templar. I can love you from this world to the next.”
   She shook away the desire to close her eyes and let him continue to make love to her. He was perfect and that made it so hard to resist. “You can love me?”
   “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, Kitsune?”, he brushed his hand from her shoulder to her arm. His once warm hand was now cold and rough.
   “How can you love me? You hardly know me.” This was beginning to feel all too familiar.
   “I would if you let me in. You just have to let me in. Turn back around, love”, any trace of his voice was gone and all she heard was the hissing of a demon.
She smiled a sly smile. “I will never let you in demon.”
   With that she was out of the Fade and in a place she was unfamiliar with. She heard the crackling of fire and smelled the boiling of a stew, probably rabbit and elfroot. She sat up carefully and looked around. The room was small; there were two beds (one of which she was lying in) and lots of old book and parchments. It was a place she did not know but she felt safe.
   The door creaked open and she made no attempts to hide. A familiar woman approached her. “I am glad to see that you have awoken. Mother will be most pleased.”
   “Morrigan”, she said to the apostate. “Where am I?”
   “You are in my mother’s hut in the Wilds. You are safe here so do not fear the Darkspawn”, she stood near the cauldron sitting over the fire and stirred what Kitsune assumed to be the stew.
   “How did I get here? The last thing I remember was… the Darkspawn and… I was dying”, Kitsune felt her body for wounds and found the sore spots where the arrows had been. “Did you heal me?”
   Morrigan chuckled, “I am no healer but your wounds were nothing that mother could not heal. You should give her your thanks not myself.”
   Kitsune watched the dark haired woman as she cleaned up the room a bit. She saw her pick up a longsword and set it against the wall near the door. “Alistair?!”, how could she forget. “Is he alright?”
   “He is outside with mother. The spell you cast, which almost killed you, is what saved him. Pity”, she mumbled the last word to herself. Kitsune wasn’t sure if she meant it was a pity that she hadn’t die or if Alistair hadn’t died
   She tried to get up but Morrigan motioned for her to stay in bed. “If you are so eager to see that, fool, then I will fetch him.”
   Kitsune complied and placed her head back on the pillows. She was indeed weak and sore. Morrigan left the room and did not return but instead a man.
   He had no armour on and his beard was beginning to thicken. He looked surprised, defeated, devastated and a thousand other things she could not name. “Alistair”, she smiled and felt her nose and eyes tingle with satisfied tears.
   He studied her for much longer than she would have like. She realized she was in nothing but her underwear. Tears rolled from their amber home and down his cheeks. She reached a shaky and unstable hand out to him. He hesitated but took her hand in his and sat on the bed with her. He didn’t speak, he just held her hand in both of his and let the tears collect on their hands.
Something was wrong but she did not want to ask. She bit her lower lip when he finally looked her in the face. His eyes were red and watery. She put her free hand on his cheek and found it difficult to keep raised because of the pain in her shoulder. “What is it?”, she asked feeling her own tears begin to escape.
He shuddered as he inhaled and began to speak, “I failed you. I br-broke my promise.”
“No”, she wiped the tears away. “You did not break your promise. You protected me better than I
could have asked for given the situation.”
   “I thought you were dead”, he said as he sniffled.
   She smiled softly, “I am not. Nor are you”, she sat up and rubbed his back. “Look at me, Alistair.”
   He focused his amber gaze on her grey eyes. “Kitsune”, he cradled her face in his large calloused hand. This feeling was familiar to her. She felt safe when she was with him. She was content when he touched her.
   She didn’t take her eyes off his when she pressed her lips to his. Both of them leaned into it. He kissed her back and she let the hand on his back slide up and tangle itself in his hair. She pulled him down to the bed with her never letting their lips separate. She could taste his tears on his lips. He put a hand on her jaw and pulled her close to him.
She parted his lips with her tongue and teased his tongue with hers. He groaned into her mouth when she pulled a fistful of ginger hair. The sound of his pleasure with her made her twitch in the most private of places. “Alistair”, she whispered into his mouth which was waiting for her. She mewed when he wrapped an arm under her shoulders and propped her up. She rubbed his chest through his tunic and she grew excited when she felt each ripple and tight mound under her hand.
Kitsune wanted him to touch her. She grabbed his hand and guided it to her own chest. Her nipples were hard and she trembled when his fingers brushed over one. She pulled away from his mouth and kissed his jaw. Then his neck, then his collar bone where she licked and bit as well. Her hands were exploring every inch of his chest but his hands remained still. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were hardly open. She peaked at his lower half and she saw his erect pleasure pressing against his thin pants.
She let one hand drift from his chest to his stomach and then to his lap. His eyes snapped open and he had her wrist in his hand before she could pretend she wasn’t trying to touch him there. “Alistair”, she pulled her hand away slowly and the only tell that he was in any kind of pleasure a moment before was the very thing she could not touch. “I am sorry, I thought...”
He shook his head, “I want it trust me, I want it more than… than I want most fine cheeses but-”
“But I am an elf”, she finished for him. “It is okay. I understand.” She didn’t but she did not want to
embarrass herself further.
“No”, he breathed. “It’s not that. That’s my second favorite thing about you.”
She was going to ask what the first was but the look on his face concerned her. “What is it?”
Tears began to form in his eyes again. “It’s Duncan… he’s gone.”
No… They both cried. “I am so sorry I did not-”, she rubbed the center of his back as he cried. “How?
We lit the beacon. Why? I do not understand.”
   He explained that Teyrn Loghain’s men never drove the Darkspawn back from the southern tower. Both the King and Duncan were killed by the horde. Many Wardens and many of the King’s Army were killed. Those that had not run away. “He betrayed us”, Alistair said about Loghain. “He killed the King and Duncan”, his nostrils flared in anger. “Now we are all that is left of the Grey Wardens of Ostagar. Just us.”
   Kitsune took all the information in slowly and remained quiet for a long while. She rubbed his back and wiped away her own tears. “This Blight is our duty now. We must kill the Archdemon.”
   He scoffed, “I know you’re a new Warden, but it takes armies to defeat a blight. Two is no army.”
   She nodded, “Well you would be right, but we are two Wardens who have treaties.”
   His eyes lit up. “You’re right. We have the treaties! We can recruit an army and maybe have a chance to end this Blight.”
   “You have to promise me something”, she said to the Warden.
   He raised an eyebrow.
   “Promise me you will not leave my side until this is all over. The Blight, I mean”, she touched his scruffy beard with her fingertips.
   He grabbed her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers. “As long as you promise to stay by my side as well.”
   She replaced her fingers with her lips. She wanted to be close to him. He was all she had left. He wrapped his hand in the tangles of her silver hair. “Make love to me”, she whispered. They pulled away from each other and she immediately regretted saying those words. What is wrong with me? I hardly know him. Yet I…
   “I can’t.”
   Her cheeks grew red with embarrassment and regret. “I… do not know why I said that”, she didn’t look at him when she spoke.
   “No, I mean I… come here”, he pulled her close to him and she pressed her face into his chest. “I want to. I really do. I just can’t.”
   “Would you one day? Do you think that you could?”, she breathed in the scent of his tunic.
   “Maker yes, I just want to be sure, Kitsune.”
   “I thought I was dead and I-”, she looked up at him. “Can I kiss you again?” The demon in the Fade was right, it was not Cullen her heart was calling for. It was this man that was holding her. “I was afraid that I was not going to get the chance.”
   Still in so much pain, he had to hold her up right. He kissed her soft pink lips. He danced his tongue around her mouth and milked those little mewing noises out of her.   He groaned when she bit his bottom lip. She wanted to be closer. She straddled him and despite the pain in her stomach, chest, and shoulder, she stayed there. She had only her underwear on and his thin pants left very little to the imagination. His erection stabbed her through the underwear. There was so much heat coming from him she was sure it could melt ice. Slowly she lowered and raised herself, rubbing his pleasure with her own through their clothes. “Kitsune”, he groaned into the space between her neck and her shoulder.
   She felt him flex between her legs and his tip hit her clit. She jolted and her back arched inward pressing her large breasts into his chest. He lowered her onto his lap with hands on her hips. His erection stood like a pole as she positioned it between her moistening folds. She rocked back and forth, her legs shaking uncontrollably. They weren’t even touching and she could feel how large he was and how wet and empty she was. He rocked his hips in rhythm with her motions. She moaned loudly when he rubbed the small of her back and gripped her bottom with firm hands.
   She pulled his tunic over his arms and head and kneaded his chest with her nails. He kissed her neck as his hands fumbled through her hair. She was rocking hard against his erection. She wanted to stop, this was odd and wrong but she need this. He pushed his erection into the barrier of her underwear as she rocked, prodding her and making her grind her pelvis against his. He was panting heavily and gripping her bottom with one hand while his other was being guided by her to her breasts. She forced his hand under her brassiere and onto her bare breast. She moaned and tightly gripped his hips with her thighs.
   Maker he is so beautiful, she thought as she admired his face. His amber eyes were half open, his brow furrowed, the muscles in his shoulders tensed and relaxed as he gripped and released her breast and bottom. “Alistair”, she gasped as they rocked on the bed together. “Alistair”, she moaned again. The warm tingling feeling was rising in her stomach. It was growing more intense with every squeeze of her breast. She clawed his shoulders and bit his earlobe as her orgasm overtook her body. The waves of ecstasy shuddered through her as he rubbed himself against her gushing sex. She cried out and fell forward, her entire body convulsing and spasming on top of him. “Maker”, she said through her moans. “Alistair”, she panted as the convulsions slowed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
   He continued rubbing against her, he was searching for his own release under her. Alistair moaned once against her lips when she licked them. He grinded against her sensitive folds harder and faster. She felt him tense and squeeze her breast and bottom too hard, she gasped in pain and shock. “Easy, Alistair”, she moaned. He didn’t release his grip on her and she winced as he thrust upward against her. “Alistair, please let go”, she tried to pull him off of her but she could not overpower him. “Ali-”, he released the hand on her breast and moved it to cover her mouth.
   He didn’t speak he just continued to thrust against her soaked underwear. The hand gripping her bottom was sure to leave a bruise as he squeezed it even harder. She screamed under his palm as he bounced her up and down on his lap with his thighs. His grip on her was no longer causing her pain but adding to the all of the sensations she felt. She could feel herself slipping into ecstasy again. He grunted and groaned as his legs began to tremble beneath her. Her legs shook involuntarily as she was sent into a second powerful climax. She screamed out his name but it was muffled under his calloused palm.
   Alistair thrust against her a few more times, drawing out every spasm of his orgasm. She could feel the hot and sticky substance soaking through his pants and onto her underwear mixing with the liquids of her orgasms. He released his hold on her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. They both panted as they embraced each other, coming down from the ecstasy they were just in.
   When they had finally caught their breath Alistair said, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
   He had a bit but not in a way that she didn’t enjoy. “No”, she said. “That was…”
   “Strange? Weird? Crazy?”
   She smiled. It was all three of them but it was also, “Amazing.”
   They both jumped as the door to the hut opened. Morrigan and her mother stood in the doorway, taking in the scene of the two almost naked and sweating Wardens embracing each other. “If the two of you are quite finished”, the old witch said. “The stew is ready.” She stirred the liquid in the large cauldron over the fire.
Morrigan crinkled her nose in what Kitsune could only assume was disgust.
   The two Wardens released each other but Kitsune didn’t get up until the two apostates filled their bowls of stew and left the hut. She looked down at her underwear they were soaked and sticky. She noticed Alistair’s pants were also soaked and sticky. “We do not have any other clothes do we?”, she asked.
   Alistair shook his head as he tried fruitlessly to wipe away the massive spot on his pants, “We left everything in our tents in Ostagar. We can’t go back there.”
   She had almost forgotten about the battle at Ostagar. Duncan and King Cailen. She realized that Wynne might be gone as well. “What are we going to do?”, she asked as she sat back on the bed. Her wounds were still quite sore.
   Alistair sighed, “Morrigan may have something you can wear but as for me, I think I may have to wash these.”
   “Not that. What are we going to do in general?”, she wiped away tears that were beginning to form.
   “We will stay here until you are ready to travel and then I think we should take the treaties to Arl Eamon in Redcliffe. He’ll be able to help us.”, Alistair gave up on his pants and slipped them off. It had soaked through to his underwear as well and he shook his head.
   There was a wooden tub and washboard in the corner near a window. “Put your armour on”, she said as she took her underwear and brassiere off and slipped on her robes. There were holes in her white and purple robes where the three arrows had struck her. She turned away as Alistair slid on his armour and tossed his dirty pants to the floor where his tunic lay.
   “This is incredibly uncomfortable”, he whined as he poured some of the stew into two bowls. They sat on the bed side by side and indulged in their supper. When they had finished Kitsune went outside of the hut to speak to Morrigan and her mother. She thanked them for saving them.
“You are most welcome, Warden”, the old witch said. “Someone has to save us from this Blight and I fear you two are all Ferelden have left.”
Kitsune felt a great deal of responsibility when the witch said this. “You would not happen to have
something else for me to wear would you. I do not need this constant reminder of my failure”, she said as she gestured to the arrow holes in her robes.
“Morrigan, child. Find something of yours for this girl to wear.”
She obeyed her mother and escorted her back inside the hut. Morrigan rummaged through a chest and
pulled out a series of clothing. “I’m not sure which you would prefer. You may pick.”
Kitsune looked at the clothes. She was unfamiliar with clothes that were so, revealing. She had only ever worn the robes provided for her by the Circle. Morrigan’s current attire was nothing but a hooded vest, leather pants, and a tiny brassiere so there was no surprise that her other clothes would be just as revealing.
“There’s not much there is there?”, Alistair said from the bed.
Kitsune snickered when Morrigan shot him a dirty look, “Forgive me, Templar but we apostates do not feel the need to hide our bodies. Less the Maker smite us for showing our ankles.”
“Ha. Funny”, he said as dry as he could. “Kitsune, you aren’t really going to wear this stuff are you?”
“What else would you like for me to wear? I left all of my robes in Ostagar”, she looked over the clothes. There was a pair of leather breeches that was torn a bit at the thigh and a brassiere that would cover most of her large breasts. She turned away from Alistair and slipped off her robes. The pants were a bit loose on her and a little too long but she could stuff the excess into her boots. The brassiere fit her nicely for something made to fit humans but it left her stomach and arms exposed. “Do you think this is okay?”, she asked Morrigan but Alistair was the one who answered.
“Honestly, it looks amazing”, he smiled at her. “If you want to be killed!” His smile faded and turned to a grimace, “You can’t wear that! ‘Oh hello Mister Archdemon, I am here to kill you. How do my big breasts look?’” He mocked her in a very cruel voice that was in no way like her own.
Kitsune put a hand on her hip, “I do not wear armour so this is just as practical as wearing my robes.”
Alistair rolled his eyes. “Don’t complain to me when you’re cold at night.”
“Thank you, Morrigan. You have been more than kind to us.”
“You are more than welcome. You are a fellow mage and a Grey Warden”, Morrigan left the hut without a word to Alistair.
“I believe you offended our host”, she said to him. “You should be more polite.”
“Polite?”, he asked incredulously. “She’s been nothing but nasty to me since we’ve been here. You
were asleep so you didn’t hear the way she spoke to me. She’s so mean. I can’t wait ‘til you’re feeling better so we can leave.”
The wash tub was full with water and a jar of lavender sat on a shelf near the window. She soaked their dirty clothes in the water and sprinkled a bit of the lavender into the tub. She scrubbed the clothes against the washboard. “Alistair?”
“What?”
“Do you want to talk about Duncan?” Sweat was already beginning to form on her brow.
“You don’t have to do that, I know you didn’t know him as well as I did”, he spoke quietly, barely above a whisper.
“He still meant something to me”, she said, wringing out Alistair’s tunic. “It might help if you talk to me.”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I wish I had been with him. I know it sounds foolish but I just wonder if he was alone, if he was scared when it happened.”
“He was not alone. I am sure he never left the King’s side. He saved your life by sending you to the tower.” Her wrists hurt from vibrating against the washboard.
“I know.” He tried to hide the tears in his voice but she knew he was cry. “I just wish I had something of his.”
She wrung out his cotton underpants. “You have your memories of him.”
“It’s not enough”, he covered his face with his hands and she watched as his shoulder trembled.
“Alistair”, she got up from her knees and shook the water from her hands. She stood in front of him and pulled his hands away from his face. “It is okay. I know it hurts.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed his face to her bare stomach.
He wrapped his arms around her back pressing his stubbly face further into her. He had stopped crying after a few minutes. “He said he was from Highever, I think. I don’t think he had any family to speak of.” He quivered as he inhaled deeply. “Maybe when this is all over I will visit there. I could make a grave for him.”
“I think he would like that. Maybe I could come with you. I have never seen Highever”, she pulled away from him and returned to the washtub. She finished washing the clothes and hung them to dry by the fire. The sun had set and the sounds of the deep Wilds were odd and unfamiliar to her. Morrigan let the two of them have her bed but Morrigan made it clear that it was only until Kitsune’s injuries had fully healed.
The bed was hardly big enough for both of them to lie in so they lie on their sides facing one another. “Are you comfortable, Kit?”
She wrinkled her nose at the nickname, “Kit?”
“Do you not like it?”
“Not particularly, no.”
“Then I will continue to call you just that, Kit.”
She grimaced, “Fine, then I will call you Al.”
He laughed, “Nevermind. Kitsune it is.”
She thought of earlier when they were tangled in each other. He had said he couldn’t make love to her but, he did whatever it was that had been to her. He had said he wanted to be sure. “Have you ever…?”
He raised an eyebrow, “Have I ever what? Had a good pair of shoes?”
“You know what I mean”, she was growing impatient with his jokes.
“I am afraid that I don’t my lady. Have I ever seen a basilisk? Or ate jellied ham? Have I ever licked a lamppost in winter?”
“A lamppost?”, she asked unimpressed by his analogy.
He smiled, “Have you ever licked a lamppost in winter, Kitsune?”, he put a lot of emphasis on every ‘l’ and ‘t’ in the question.
She rolled her eyes, “Once or twice.”
“That’s it? And you didn’t lose half your tongue in the process? I must say I am impressed.” The sarcasm was thick.
“Have you ever licked a lamppost in winter?”, she asked impatiently.
He stopped smiling. “I have never had the pleasure myself.”
She was not entirely surprised but she was indeed. “But earlier, when we…”
He smiled nervously, “I...I’m not really sure what came over me. I guess I was just desperate to feel something other than sadness.”
Her heart felt as though it was breaking. He had used her. Alistair didn’t actually care for her he just wanted a release. What he said to her now made sense. Of course he couldn’t make love to her, he would have to actually love her. “I understand. I guess it was just from being so overwhelmed by a near death experience.” She was glad it was dark in the Hut so he couldn’t see her tears. “I am sorry it went that far.”
“It was quite amazing, though. Cullen’s a lucky man.”
“What?”, she raised her voice.
“He’s the ‘lamppost’ isn’t he? You said that you loved him.”
She rolled over. She couldn’t see him very well in the dark but she didn’t even want to face him. “I told you I thought I loved him.” He must have heard the tension in her voice because he remained silent until she heard him snoring lightly. “I thought you might have loved me too”, she whispered to the darkness. She shut her eyes tight and fell into the Fade.
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