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Fantasies and Dreams	By : celtwolf79 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fantasies and Dreams

My estimation of him grew vastly that day. It’s not that I disliked him before then, I just didn’t know him. I could tell he was a circle mage the moment I’d laid eyes on him and, unlike most of my old comrades-in-arms, my heart went out to those imprisoned. I’d spent all my life protecting my sister from becoming one of them. Knight-Commander Meredith knew who I was now, what my talents were, and I was sure she’d move heaven and hell to force me into her order - I’d left my post at Kinloch Hold for a reason and serving under her wasn’t in my agenda. I had watched this man, First Enchanter Orsino, approach the brute squad of qunari who were waiting for us near the viscount’s palace. His mastery with the staff and the force of the fireballs he threw - their scorching heat felt as if it were about to blister my skin as we snuck past the hoard into the building beyond. To see him enter the room after the Arishok and his men had been dispatched, quite painfully I might add, loosened a knot in my chest I hadn’t been aware was there until that moment.
Why am I waxing poetic about him? I’m not exactly sure. After the scene in the courtyard between him and Meredith, the look in his eyes and the tilt of his head seemed to be a silent message to follow. Should I follow or should I continue on with my plan - taking time for myself and letting myself relax for once. So far Meredith had left me alone, but if I were to follow Orsino into the Gallows, would she let me leave? Throwing caution to the wind, and wanting to know more about this man who caught my attention the first day I met him, I followed behind him. The silence as we traveled the city streets was companionable and strangely comfortable. The only other person I’d ever been this relaxed around was Varric - it was a nice change of pace.
“Surprised to see a templar not under the service of the Knight-Commander,” he commented as he shut and locked the door behind us.
“If anyone is my superior, it’s Knight-Commander Greagoir, not Meredith. Either way, I’m no longer under his command. I wasn’t going to return to the tower when my family was fleeing the blight.”
“We have another who served your Ferelden circle here. Knight-Captain Cullen.”
I saw him watch me to catch my reaction and he wasn’t disappointed. Cullen and I had become as close as siblings during my time there, until I had been assigned to travel with the mages to serve under the king at Ostagar. His jealousy at the junior member being assigned such a task was a horrible thing to behold and it soured me toward him.
“Maker preserve me, he’s here? Then again, his feelings towards mages almost perfectly mimics Meredith’s after the incident at Kinloch. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Your comment makes me think you don’t share their beliefs. If I am correct, why is that, Champion?”
“First off, it’s Brigid, not Champion, if you don’t mind. Secondly, I spent my life keeping my sister from the Circle. What better way is there to do so than to become a templar and request assignment there?”
Orsino’s reaction was priceless. The way his eyes widened when he looked at me - I could see the many different shades that made up the perfect green within his irises.
“A much different response than I had expected. Where is your sister now, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“No idea, honestly. She’s a Grey Warden, just like our cousin Fionna Amell was.”
“Fionna… Amell? The Hero of Ferelden?”
“One and the same. I wonder what Cullen thinks about that, his crush turning out to be the woman who saved all of Ferelden from the blight?”
“He… didn’t take it well when he learned of her death. But, enough of the small talk. There was a reason I brought you here… Brigid.”
He waved me over to the padded bench near the fire and I couldn’t help but watch him as he poured two glasses of wine before sitting next to me on the bench, pressing one of them into my hand.
“I have a fear that things are going to get worse… much worse. The city is still trying to get back on its feet after the qunari attack and we cannot afford another situation so soon. Maker, we can’t afford another one at all. If my fears are correct, this one will end up being as explosive as the last, if not worse.”
My stomach soured, recognizing the truth of his words, and I took a liberal sip of the wine to steady my nerves. I’d always been a lightweight when it came to alcohol and could already feel the warmth seeping through my veins.
“I know you said you didn’t want to choose sides, but you may have to if this gets worse. Is there anything I could say, or do, to be our champion in this, Brigid?”
Oh Maker help me. I downed the rest of the glass of wine as images filtered through my head at what exactly he could do to sway my vote. My body reacted to both them and the drink, flooding my senses with a sensual haze. The fact that I even entertained these thoughts was a bit of a shock, but as I looked him over, I could see what my subconscious had already seen - a handsome man with a wiry strength, intelligent and expressive green eyes, and an all around aura of compassion and steel reserve. No wonder I was drawn to him.
“Do you realize how much your eyes mirror your thoughts?”
His soft voice brought me back to the present and I could feel my cheeks pinken in response.
“If that is truly what it would take, believe me when I say it would be an absolute pleasure, my dear.”
“Ahhh… no. No. Not that… not that I wouldn’t enjoy that with you but ahhh…”
Andraste’s tits, what was I, fifteen? Here I have a man who I’d happily devour in a heartbeat offering himself to me and I’m turning him down! Maybe the wine was having more of an effect than I’d expected.
“You don’t need to convince me, First Enchanter. I’ve seen how she treats mages and I can’t let that continue and be comfortable looking at myself in the mirror afterward. If she tries anything, you have an ally in me.”
Oh thank the Maker. That actually sounded quite adult. Here’s to hoping that the door he’d opened to what he thought I was asking for hadn’t been shut and locked tight after I’d refused.
“If anything happens here, I don’t want it to be because it was used as a tool. I don’t want to think that the only reason someone would want to sleep with me is just to cement an alliance.”
“I don’t need an excuse to think you’re beautiful or want to feel your body under mine. I do realize, however, that you’re much younger than I am and that you might have needed it to share yourself with me. That it seems you don’t is quite the relief.”
My eyes blurred as he leaned closer, the taste of wine and lyrium as he kissed me intoxicating beyond measure. The wineglass slid from my numb fingers, my mind going blank at the touch of his tongue along my lips. The thump it made on the stone floor as it hit was enough to break him out of the trance and I watched him stare down at me.
“Come. Let’s go back to my quarters where we don’t have to worry about anyone overhearing us.”
The deep purr of his voice as he spoke twisted my insides in a delicious manner. I took the hand that he offered me and followed him into his room. While small, it wasn’t utilitarian as his office was. Fine tapestries hung from the walls, bringing life into the austere building. His bed took up a good portion of the room and I will admit my surprise at seeing one so large for one man. The mass of pillows and the fine sheets seemed to beckon to me. The mattress was soft as I sat down on it, almost sinfully so. He murmured something that slithered over my skin and the door glowed for a moment before returning to normal. Next thing I knew, he was kneeling in front of me.
“Silence ward just to be safe.”
“Why so big a bed?” I blurted out, unable to help myself as I watched him remove my boots.
“Fantasies and dreams, both of which are coming reality right now.”
I couldn’t help myself. When he crawled up on the bed, his body looming over mine, I flipped him over until I was staring down at him. My hands, of their own volition, tore open his robes, one hand snaking under his smalls to wrap around his already impossibly hard member. The feel of him, the size of him in my hand as I stroked the length, made me moan in his ear. He bucked into my hand as I coated it with the juices that were already leaking freely into my palm, my mouth unerringly finding the tip of his ear to suckle on.
“Enough! Before I embarrass myself…”
He flipped me over onto my back, effectively removing my hand, and I stared up into the sharp planes of his face. He shucked the remnants of his robe and kicked off his smalls, my eyes trailing down the surprisingly well defined muscles of his torso down to what I had been worshiping earlier. His hands were ice as he unlaced my corset and removed the linen shift beneath, fire when he slowly drew off my leggings. He leaned above me as he stared down at my body, covered now in just my smalls. I squirmed under his gaze, the heat in his eyes causing the warmth in my belly to spread. His eyes never leaving mine, he pushed the edge of my smalls to the side with an ice tipped finger that then was slipped inside me with excruciating slowness. My cry echoed off the walls and as he removed the finger, my muscles clenched, trying to hold him in place. Maker I wanted to kiss that smirk off his face when he saw how his touch affected me.
“Liked that, hmm?” he crooned as he slid my smalls off of me.
“Mmhmm…”
My acknowledgement was rewarded with him sliding not just one, but two icy fingers inside. He caressed the walls, before pressing them against that hard knot of nerves, sending my body over the edge. He swallowed my cry with his mouth, his other hand gripping my waist and holding me down as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.
“Maker, seeing you fly apart like that… exquisite.”
I watched him as he kneeled between my legs, spreading them, his eyes still focused on my face. The thought of him sliding his member into me was almost enough to set me off again. I couldn’t stop looking at it, and from the glint in his eyes, he could tell what I was thinking. To my surprise he backed up and lay down on his stomach, peering at me over the curves of my own body.
“What are you doing?”
Oh by all that’s holy, was that a squeak? I squeaked! Ho-ly shit!
“Making this last.”
His tongue was electric as it parted my folds, lingering on my clit, flicking little sparks along it before lapping at my juices from my earlier orgasm. His hands were strong as they held my hips in place for him, keeping me from squirming too much under his mouth. He delved deep, sending little tingles of electricity along the path he followed. I knew there would be marks where his fingers were, marks of possession, as he had to grip tight to keep me still. He curled his tongue and played the tip along the spot his fingers had pressed earlier, my body trembling as I felt the tension coil tighter in my belly. I’m sure he could tell I was close with the sounds I was making, and the way my body tensed, as he let out a little hum of approval. Ice joined lightning as a finger flicked over my clit. My body jerked in response and his name was a keening prayer on my lips as he drank in my pleasure from yet another climax.
“You taste so sweet,” his voice was husky as he pulled away and looked down at me. I couldn’t respond as his manipulations left me without ability to form coherent sentences. The glide of his skin against mine as he slid up my body sent shivers down my spine. His hands, so well formed and delicate, perfect for his life’s work, traced light patterns over my sides up to my breasts. Fingers plucked, rolled, and pinched at my nipples. The elements were completed as fire surrounded my breast, his mouth replacing a hand, the heat incredible - just to the edge of pain but not quite. His teeth grazed over the bud, biting lightly, sending shockwaves through my system.
“I’m sorry… I can’t spend as much time on them as I’d like…”
All I could do was stare at him in confusion, until the reason for his statement became clear. He slid a hand down my torso to take himself in hand and guide himself to me. With one swift movement he was deep inside, stretching me, filling me. His eyes seemed to glow intensely as he watched my reactions, smiling at what he saw, before his lips came down to claim mine. The sounds of our comingled moans and flesh meeting flesh, his and mine, heightened my arousal more than I thought was ever possible. He seemed to touch every inch inside me. Hands gripped hair, clenched at skin, digging nails in for purchase. Mouths parted and gasps whispered through the room, teeth nipping, biting, leaving marks of passion. My body bowed tightly as my release ripped through me, his name a prayer from my lips. His hoarse shout came moments later as his last thrusts were jerky before he stilled and collapsed on top of me. Hands soothed, mouths gentled, as we rolled into a more comfortable position, his body pillowing mine. Mirrored looks of awe passed between us as our bodies calmed.
“I think you’ve spoiled me for anyone else,” my voice was raspy from all the sounds he had wrenched from me.
“Good. I don’t think I can give you up after this.”
“I don’t think I want you to…”
“Stay the night?”
“Yes.”
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