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Hard in Lowtown: A Writer's Work	By : KyeShgall Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Dragon Age 2 and its characters belong to Bioware. I own none of it and make no profit off of this writing.

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- 1-Hard in Lowtown: A Writer's Work
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Varric knew he had shut and locked the door to his palatial suite, so he really wasn’t expecting an additional guest. He didn’t even hear the soft clink of the lockpick or the creak of the old door swinging on its hinges.
Understandable oversight, really.
All of his senses were occupied at the moment as he attended to the needs of the naked human female whose hips bounced rhythmically as he fucked her from behind. He wished only that her head had not slipped down so deeply among the pillows that he could no longer see her face in profile. He had had her twice before and that was enough to know how nicely the look on her face would change in response to the rising pleasure pounded into her so masterfully by the impressive girth (if more-or-less average length) of his swollen cock, hard as dwarven stone.
He made a mental note to remove all the pillows next time, since he certainly couldn’t count on her to do anything more than giggle in delighted amusement at the sudden predicament of being lost amidst so many of them. Not that he was complaining.
She had just reached her third peak of this particular session of lovemaking—he could tell by the muffled cries of pleasure issuing from the mound of pillows—and he was determined to have her come at least twice more before he finally allowed his own release. Paragon of manliness, indeed.
But all plans were interrupted by a familiar female voice that said, “Well, now, what have we here?”
She stood close enough behind his bed that he surely would have heard her approaching footfalls if not for the delightful way in which his attention had been invested. Varric glanced over his shoulder and gave her a look that he could only hope conveyed exactly how little he felt like joking about the situation she’d caught him in.
“I’m afraid you haven’t been invited to this party, my dear,” he said. “Best to find your way out again.”
Damned woman only laughed. “Why, Varric, I imagined your ass would be hairier than it is.”
He grumbled at this. Among his roguish friends, Hawke was the most skilled with a lockpick, so the rest of them always deferred to her. But of course, Rivaini was no slouch when it came to breaking and entering. Voyeurism seemed to suit her just as well.
From among the pillows, he could hear Hawke’s muffled, “Oh, shit.”
“So who’s the kitten you’ve got pinned?” Isabela purred.
“No kitten, this one,” Varric said, extricating himself from Hawke and allowing her to draw herself up to sitting. “Full grown cat, claws, teeth, and everything.”
The look of shocked recognition that crossed Isabela’s face was one for the ages.
“For the record, I haven’t invited you here either,” Hawke added helpfully.
Shock turned to laughter as new understanding dawned on Isabela. “I thought I’d find you sitting at the table and writing,” she said to Varric. “But that’s not what Edwina meant at all.”
“Care to enlighten us, Rivaini?”
But no. Isabela simply waved a hand at them. “Back to it, kids,” she said and, stumbling with laughter, exited the suite as mysteriously as she had arrived.
It was only much later that Varric had the chance to corner Edwina and find out what exactly she had said to Isabela.
“The truth is all,” the barmaid insisted. “Said you were locked in your room, hard at work, adding a new chapter to the Hawke biography.”
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