I do not in any way own Dragon Age or any of it's characters. I simply have too much time on my hands and a mind built for filth.
The heavy edge of the shield made a ruin of the monster's face. It stumbled for a moment before its body realized it was dead. If the other darkspawn cared one of them had fallen, they made no sign of mourning. The Warden spared a fraction of a moment to smile at the though of darkspawn funerals before they were crashing against his shield. It really made no matter how many of the devils there were, he would not take a single step back. His woman was behind him.
Morrigan stood mere feet behind him, her spells giving his axe an unholy speed and force. Every time an arrow or a bolt of fire found its way past his shield, Morrigan's words mended his flesh and drove his pain away. Though he had been healed by mages before, Morrigan's magic felt different. With Wynne, the magic came over him like lukewarm water, bland and unpleasant. With the raven-haired witch behind him, however, the healing could not feel more different. Her words were her lips at his ear, her breasts resting on his chest, her breath on his neck.
As the darkspawn broke upon his axe as waves on the shore, the Warden's blood began to boil. The combination of his lover's words swirling in his mind and the blood of his enemies on his blade was turning the one time son of a noble into beast of raw emotion.
He felt himself begin to harden beneath his heavy plate armor. The desire to see her porcelain skin shake and quiver in pleasure was quickly overtaking his desire to take his next breath. One final monster appeared before him; an ogre loomed over him in all its horrific power. There was no hesitation. This admittedly large obstacle stood between him and his woman, and he was going to tear through it. Charging and roaring, he flew at the beast through himself between its grasping arms. His axe stuck into its bull-like head with a surprisingly soft thud.
"Well, that was far more difficult then it needed to be." Morrigan said as she caught her breath. "Have you ever considered that your life we could bring a few of the others on these walks of ours?"
The Warden hardly heard her words or noticed the look of exasperation on her face. All he saw was the sweat beading in between her breasts, her hair falling out of place cover her eye, and her lips parting as she said…something.
"Honestly, even if it was just the dog…" He strode towards her. "There… There has to someone amongst our ridiculous group you'd tolerate as we travel."
She was taken aback by the intensity of his gait, but in a flash of realization, she understood that typically kind Warden wasn't there to be reasoned with.
"Wait just…you can't be serious? Here? Now? No. I refuse!"
He grabbed her. Before she could mutter another word of reluctance, his lips were on hers. With a force he did not intend, he slammed both of their bodies against the nearest tree. He was tearing of the wisp of blouse she wore before he knew what he was doing.
Her perfect breasts spilled out as she gasped, half out of shock, half out of shame. She open her mouth to speak, but she was lifted up by her legs until her breasts were on level with his very, very hungry mouth. She gasped as his tongue found her dark nipples, her fingers curling in his black hair as she moaned softly. When her nipples were rock hard and glistening with his saliva, he lifted her leather skirt up past her beautiful creamy thighs.
"Not... out… here... please… please…" She murmured as his hand crawled up her inner thigh to find her dripping.
Inflamed past the point of control, He plunged himself into her. Her scream shattered the silence of the wilderness. His impressive girth prying into her tight pussy broke any resistance Morrigan had in her.
With her back against the tree, the Warden plunged into her again and again as her pleasure shook the air around them. As another climax began to rack the witch's body, he grabbed her pale neck and forced her to lock eyes.
"Turn around." He growled with a dark fury, as she shook from the force of her pleasure.
She was barely able to stand with her own strength, and she began to collapse. Before she could fall, however, the Warden caught her in single powerful arm. He forced her to her feet, facing her to the tree.
As she clung to the tree to prevent collapse, The Warden grabbed her round ass in his strong hands and forced himself roughly inside of her. Her nails dug trenches into the tree as he hammered himself into her. All conscious thought was lost as he approached his climax. He thrusted in and out of her as the evidence of her arousal dripped to the earth beneath them. She turned her beautiful face so her lover could see the results of his efforts and that was far more than the man could take. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as he exploded inside of her. As he rode out his pleasure in the warmth of his woman, the Warden forced her face to his and locked her plump, crimson lips against his.
I hope you liked it. I don't write that often and if people decide they enjoy this, I'll write more.
