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Alistair swore under his breath, his shiny white teeth bared as Morrigan slowly drew circles over his cheek with her quivering tongue. Alistair strained against his bonds in protest, his skin burning and raw under the choking pressure of the ropes that tied him to the stone slab. Had nearly his entire body not been covered in thick cream, his forehead would glisten of sweat from the hot Fereldan sun and the repeated attempts of escape under it.

"Shh..." Morrigan interrupted him, pressing a finger gently on his soft trembling lips. "This will be all over soon, I assure you. One needn't struggle simply for that, hmm?

"Oh Andraste," Alistair whimpered.

Morrigan paused.

"It is not so bad Alistair...to feel another's lips on yours. To feel the warmth of their breath."

Alistair lashed out at her attempt of assuaging him.

"Never!" he spat defiantly. "And least of all with you!"

"Think of me what you will," Morrigan said somewhat irritated, "but my lips are no worse than those of any other...certainly no worse than those of the Warden." Morrigan smiled, looking into his eyes.

"If rather you think of her, Alistair... I do not mind."

Alistair's face contorted in anxiety as Morrigan straddled him and began cleared a path in the cream, licking and nipping closer and closer to his lips, which closed like a guillotine in response. From the corner of eye he could see Morrigan happily edging nearer and nearer, her sweet smelling breathe enrapturing his nose.

"Witch," his lips parted momentarily, teeth grinding.

"Ah, you are learning. That is progress, indeed," and Morrigan advantageously took both of his cheeks in her hands, leaning into his face and biting his lower lip. Her face flushed with the contact, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. Her fingers rustled through Alistair's read hair as she tasted his lips once again, sliding her tongue into his hot mouth.

Her tongue searched for his, enjoying the exchange of the saliva. Alistair's tongue retreated as far back into his mouth as possible, his eyes crazed and panicked. Her fingers lightly slid across his neck in an attempt to soothe him, gliding back and forth across the vulnerability of his trembling throat. A tear welled up in his eyes, and in desperation and defeat his tongue inched apprehensively towards hers, and the tips rubbed together. Morrigan moaned as the two snakes weaved against and between each other, and soon Alistair was following suit.

Morrigan withdrew her tongue teasingly, wanting to make him beg for it. Alistair was panting after Morrigan unclasped her lips, and she gave a sly grin, very much pleased at the combined emotion of animalistic longing and hate that burned in Alistair's eyes. This was clearly all he wanted now, to take his revenge. To ravish and dominate her.

Secretely her fingers untied the bondage that he held Alistair's arms back, and his mouth opened in surprise. He simply stared into her predatory eyes for a second, breathing hard. "Mmm" she said smugly, looking at the small tinge of blood at the corner of his pink mouth from all of the biting. His face snarled and he grabbed her forcefully, smacking her mouth into his, and their slimy tongues entangled and danced together once again.

There was much work to be done.

And there was ice cream everywhere.

Author's Note: I don't own ice cream

Author's Note: I don't know why I wrote this

Author's Note: I probably shouldn't own tongues either