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Of elves, nobles and wardens	By : AlexiKnight Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 5217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Of elves, nobles and wardens
- 2-Dani, the elven mage
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Summary: Three years before Cailan heads to Ostagar.
"Talking" ''Thinking'

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Eyes blazing with lust, the young King of Ferelden smirked at the handsome elf. Said elf was currently disrobing himself of his clothes for his... customer.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, Cailan grabbed the young elf and crashed his lips unto his.

Moaning haplessly, Turin, the youngest of all the elven worker's at The Pearl, ran his nimble fingers through the kings golden hair while he suckled on Cailan's tongue.

His lust burning hotter by the minuet, Cailan rips his commoner clothes off, picking Turin up and throwing him onto the bed that laid in the middle of the tiny room.

Eyes glittering with desire, Turin ran his hands all other his body, pinching a nipple here, rubbing his cock there and humping the air.

Growling low in his throat, the young king crawled onto the bed and shadowed the elf with his much larger body.

Purring softly, Turin grabbed the small jar of oil, which would be used as lube, he slowly covered his slim fingers with the oil before running his oily hand over the kings hard and well muscled chest.

"Mine!" Cailan growls softly into a small pointed and delicate ear before nibbling on the tip, causing the smaller male to buck into him and moan softly.

"Yours. I am yours, ser." Was the purred answer.

Feeling his cock get even harder, Cailan grabbed the jar of oil and coated his fingers in the stuff before moving his fingers over the elf's small puckered hole.

Gasping with pleasure, Turin raised his hips higher, while slipping a fluffy pillow under his hips.

"Please, my lord, please make me yours!" Cries the elven male.

Growling at the needy voice, Cailan pushed his index finger into the small and beautiful elf, licking his lips at the small cry that passed the small, and bruised, lips.

Mewling and moaning, the elven male bucked unto the large, and highly pleasurable, finger, making the human male growl before adding another finger to the small hole. Slowly the king's lust for the small elf, made it harder for him to keep in control of himself. Thrusting a third finger into the elf, Cailan practically fucked Turin with is fingers, the elf's prostate being hit with every thrust of his fingers.

With his head tossing and turning from side to side, Turin manages to cry out; "FUCK ME, MY KING! FUCK ME WITH YOU BIG HUMAN COCK!"

Smirking, said king pulls his fingers out of the elf slowly, moaning under his breath at the beautiful sounds that escape those sinful lips.

Covering his cock with the oil, Cailan lines his cock up with the small elf's ass, teasing the puckered entrance.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." The human male utters softly to his small lover.

Obeying, Turin wraps his long, slim legs around his kings waist, bucking slightly as the large cock rubbed him the right way.

This was not the first time the two had made love. Oh no. The king had found that he enjoyed the feel of the elf's beautiful ass, loved how it felt as his hips slam unto the smaller males buttocks. Loved how it felt so... 'Right.'

Giving a deep breath, Cailan pushed into the smaller male, the head of his large cock penetrating his, 'MINE!', elf, causing said elf to throw his head back in utter pleasure.

"Maker's BREATH, Turin! Do you get tighter? Or have I been away from you for far to long, my beloved?" Cailan utters softly as he nuzzles his lovers slim neck.

Giving a small purr, the elven male replies; "No, my love." He gives a small, breathless laugh. "I am an elf, no matter how many times we make love, I will always be tight." Turin smiles and wraps his arms around his loves neck. "But I will enjoy it every time. To feel you take me, make love to me, own me. It makes me feel whole, Cailan." Turin purrs the last word, the name of his lord, his king, his lover, his... mate.

Grinning at the words, Cailan kisses Turin with such love and need that even the Maker knew they were meant for each other. But alas, even he could not break the promise made between two friends years ago. And so, the King of Ferelden and the youngest elven whore of The Pearl, had to meet in private to be able to be together.

Slowly, Cailan pulled out of his love only to push back in gently.

This was how it always was when they meet up. Slow, gentle love making before they became rougher with each other. Cailan always left with bite and nail marks on his person, while Turin had a bounce in his step. But the thing Turin always wanted with Cailan, was a family. So what if he was a whore and Cailan the king?! They LOVED each other! Maker's cock did they love each other. Cailan, no matter where he went, always brought something for his one true love. Turin would always pounce on him after receiving said gift and they would end up in the back bedroom, making love and rutting like animals. But deep down in his heart, Turin knew Cailan would never get rid of his queen. He had even said to him to let him stay at the palace! Anora, as the rumours say, would never bare Cailan an heir. But he could! He could give Cailan the heir he longs for! But no. Anora would, and always shall, grace his beloved bed in the palace. 'A place that should be mine!' The beautiful elf would fume after Cailan had left. As they made slow, gentle, passionate love, Turin knew something would be different this time. He wanted this, the love, the gentleness, the passion. Smiling into the wonderful kiss, Turin began to move with his King. Growling lowly in his throat, Cailan broke their kiss and leaned above his elf, thrusting into the tightness that only HIS Turin could and would always have.

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Moans, mewls, groans and growls were the only noises to exit the tiny back room. Sanga smiled, knowing her foster son to be in the best of hands. She could still remember when the two sweet boys meet each other the first time and how smitten her little elven son was with the young king. Giggling softly behind her hand, she showed her newest 'customer' the 'workers' he had wanted to choose from.

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"UH! HARDER, CAILAN!" Cries Turin.

Cailan's hold on his Love's hips tighten as he pounds into him. Having Turin ride his cock, was one of Cailan's favourite positions. Letting his elf set the pace turned him on so much, he felt that he could actually IMPREGNATE his bitch of a wife!

"That's right, love. Fuck yourself on my cock! You know how much I love seeing you like this." His hisses as his elf's channel tightens around him.

Shivering at the pure lust in his loves voice, Turin slammed himself down harder on the cock buried inside of him. He knew Cailan was somehow going deeper inside him, but he just couldn't figure out HOW it was happening.

Moaning with pure animal lust, Turin moved even HARDER, slamming down upon Cailan's cock that his own cock bounced in time with his movements.

Growling lowly, Cailan grabs Turin's cock and jerks him off in time with their pace. "Cum for me, love. Cum for me!" Cailan roars.

Throwing his head back and letting lose a loud scream, Turin shot his sperm all over Cailan's hand and chest. The tightness caused by the smaller man's orgasm, caused Cailan to shot his own load of sperm deep inside Turin. Unknown to both males, Turin's body had actually aloud Cailan's sperm to impregnate him. This was why Turin felt strange. He had reached the age where he would be able to BARE his Love's child. His heir!

Body feeling weak, Turin fell unto Cailan's sperm covered chest and nuzzled his chin.

"I wish I could stay with you, beloved. I truly do! I-" Turin places one of his slim fingers upon Cailan's lips.

"I know, my love. I know. But just to be in your arms makes me more happy then being pampered ever could."

Smiling at his sleepy lover, Cailan carefully moves them onto their sides. "Rest now, love." He says in a soothing voice.

Smiling back at his mate, Turin cuddles deeper into his embrace and falls into a peaceful sleep, one of small golden haired and blue eyed children. Cuddling his small love to him, Cailan follows Turin into sleep.

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TBC! Good sex secne no? I've also gotten to love the name Turin! And people that actually LIKE Anora, don't flame me! I need to make her the bad guy here! Anywho! Review as it is my life force! Don't and I will die!
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