Author's note: In my replaying DA:O Alistair was very displeased with many of the choices my Warden made. To the point of not longer allowing further conversations with him, that being the case when the time came and we could finally speak about his future as King and requesting him bedding Morrigan, My Warden was SUPER sweet to him, she does in fact like him a lot. So this story takes place after she becomes a counselor to the King of Ferelden and their relationship development Very NSFW.

The King of Ferelden

They had know each other for a short time, Alistair knew his adviser to be a callous woman. Always making the hard decision with harsh action. It was all that kept him uninterested in the otherwise beautiful woman. Another of their meetings concerning a known town, Lothering. They had past by and left before the blight corrupted and destroyed the area. The discussion of it's restoration had taken much effort, resources needed, people needed and time needed. The whole project moving to slowly for Alistair, he couldn't very well allow them all in the castle until the restoration was completely. Not to mention the people at his very door, the city was in ruin and much had been done to assist already. They were stretched thin.

"There is still the matter of the lady Anora."

"Why we didn't just take her head evades me still," Elissa sighed eyeing Alistair.

The King maintained his eyes averted, and he simply listen. These meeting always made him anxious what was he to do, what was the right answer.

"She will remain there until I have decided otherwise." was his answer.

"The King is right," Elissa decided "it is much too dangerous to allow her outside the walls. Least her father's enemies seek to harm her,"

Alistair glared at the Warden from beneath his brow. He hated her for putting him on the throne. He hated her for not allowing him a chance to escape this life by the death he would have received by slaying the archdemon. He hated that she seemed to be enjoying this work while he remained indecisive.

Alistair had never felt like he truly belonged anywhere, the chance of joining the Warden's was a chance for solace. A chance to be out where it was easy with a blade in his hand making a difference from the shadow. He enjoyed that his days were numbered.

The room emptied and his counselor followed him to his private chambers. He had given up asking to be left alone, she had never respected his wishes. For his own good perhaps he thought cynically.

Taking a seat on a large chair by the fireplace, The Warden Elissa kneeled before him,

"You're stressed," she observed her hands firmly caressed his thighs.

Alistair's eyes looked from the flames to the woman kneeling before him. He had never been with a woman, save Morrigan. The loveless experience took place that they would have a chance at surviving the defeat of the archdemon. Alistair still hoped he would at least have a chance to get stomped on by the great beast that he would leave his miserable existence. But Elissa was sure to keep him away from that fight.

He watched as she continued to massage his muscular thighs. Her hands roaming higher and higher. He wouldn't say no, there was something about her that lead him to give in and he curse his weakness of habit in saying yes to her.

Finally her hands made their way up to his groin, firmly and teasingly, traveling further still worked the straps of his leather trousers. He shuffled allowing her to pull them down. Heavy eyes watched and she saw his tongue sweeping over his lip.

The woman could be cold and calculating however she had a soft spot for the Alistair. She wished they had met in a time before it all went wrong, before her heart turned to ice.

"Tell me if you wish me stop."

Not a word came from Alistair.

Alistair shifted further down in his seat, and let out a deep and low hum. His eyes closed, head rested against the large seat.

His humming became heavy breathing and quiet moaning escaped his breathless mouth. Moaning became growling until finally he pulled the woman onto his lap. Pulling up the length of her traditional Ferelden dress, Alistair opened the lace of the vest exposing her full breast, his hands grabbing with a rough squeeze his free hand wrapped around her waist. He continued an aggressive molding as she began rough and lustful movement atop him.

His mind clouded by her actions, hands up her back and his fingers clawed into her. Alistair rested his unclear head against her chest.

Elissa, an arm around his shoulder the other held onto the sturdy chair to assist her with her movements. She too had struggled to breathe as she worked for her relief and that of her King. The one she'd given all power to.

Alistair felt himself being pushed back slouching in his seat he looked up meeting the woman's Hazel eyes. A moment later his eyes shut as her movement were wild, he could hear her quiet cries. How they affected his mind and loins. The intensity became too much.

With a deep roar Alistair spilled his seed deep into her. At that sweet sound Elissa found herself pounding harder until she too become undone. Slowly she rocked against him, arms wrapped over his shoulder and he held onto her, his hands grabbing at her back.

She desired his kiss, but knew she couldn't. She had pushed too far with this action if she pushed farther she might invoke his ire. She would settle for having him in her arms if only for a few short moments.

Removing herself she had turned away quietly adjusting the strings of her vest. She let down her messy hair. Alistair behind her pulling himself together, he quietly watched her waiting for her to leave. He would admit he didn't expect it when she kissed him softly on the cheek, she pulled away like a rejected animal and disappearing behind the door.

They did not speak the following days the King had planned another great escape from the castle to be among his people. It was good for his reputation and his effort of restoration. Counselor Eissa could not understand how it was possible for him to remain oblivious of the great help he was being in these little escapes of his.

He was gone for a few days, returning to the table the troubles they had encountered, bring mention also of Darkspawn in the area. He set out again with his fellow Warden Elissa to clean up the area.

He had forgotten how freeing it was to fight. Alistair remembered also the strength of Elissa how she moved in a fight. A smile on his face after disposing the few darkspawn. The threat was dealt with quickly. Alistair eyes were on Elissa as she wiped blood from her face. He would find her undressing in her tent sometime later as he entered quietly. She had been removing her armor and placing it on a table slipping behind her Alistair hands swept over her belly.

Elissa, startled, breathed, "you scared me."

She said nothing else as his hands roamed her body, first unbuckling the breast plate and buckles or the armor that hung from her hips. Slowly he pushed her forward over the table hand gliding down her back. He wanted to have her please him. But he froze a hand sweeping throw his red hair, Alistair let out a sigh.

Was this the kind of man he wanted to be, was he doomed to remain unloved? For surely he had felt unlovable. Being given the chance to live by sleeping with a woman he didn't much care for and now again he was going to take pleasure from another woman he didn't love? Did it matter that she had taken pleasure from him?

"is everything alright?" she whispered, she dared not move. She understood why he had come without a word, it pained her that this is the relationship they would have. She didn't know Alistair to be bitter, but he seemed that way of late.

"Take what you've come for my King,"

The title drew out that feeling of bitterness, one of a few reasons he disliked the Warden. He had wondered about her, she seemed a respectable type, but on a few occasions he found himself greatly disapproving of her discussions, she had never asked for anyone's opinion, not even his the one with whom she'd shared a closer bond.

"You would have me hate myself," his fingers ran ip through the base of her neck into her thick mess of strawberry blonde hair, taking a hand full he pulled her up against his chest, his lips tickled her ear when he spoke,

"Or perhaps you need a reason to hate yourself," his voice low and she could hear his thoughts as he spoke the words they concluded.

He wasn't wrong, her eyes shut tightly as a confession to herself. Alistair remained pressed against her, his own loneliness trying to take hold of him and he struggled to burying his face in the crook of her neck he held her for a moment. The sound of a growl vibrated through his chest and he pushed away from her leaving her tent.

Alistair rubbed his tired eyes letting out a heavy sigh before he stormed off. His stomach turned in guilt, hatred and fear. What was he doing, he was never meant to be King. He didn't know how. Panic setting in and his eyes watered. Looking around the ruined town it was all too much. Alistair continued walking around looking for something to fight, being without a weapon he hoped to lose against his enemy.

He would find them but the beast were easily disarmed, and he was too great a fighter. Using their own weapons against them he left every impaled sword behind. With a minor wound he escape with his life, beating the last of them until it was dead. An cry of frustration escape him.

After a long while Alistair drag himself back to camp. His mind spun and he found himself entering Elissa tent once more. Free of her armor she wore a thin gown which showed off every curve, neckline cut low exposing the swell of her full breast. She was beautiful and he was a mess and all he wanted was relief.

Turning from her the table, startled when she saw a blood soaked Alistair approaching, carefully she reached for his shoulders.

"Are you alright? " She cradled his face searching his eyes. "Alistair?"

Breathe shallow, his eyes heavy as he looked down to her, a dirty hand grabbed onto her wrist before pulling her forward so that his mouth covered hers. Without a second thought she kissed him back, how she had longed for it.

Roughly he reached for the length of the thin gown pulling until he could feel the skin of her thighs, Alistair pulled the woman up and she wrapped her legs around his slender waist. Ass landing on the table she had been standing by earlier, Elissa quickly reached for the straps on his trousers. Her lips never leaving his, she was pulling, and touching every inch of him within her grasp. Unbuckling the straps of the leather trousers she pushed them down past his ass, her fingers dug in as she squeezed and pulled him closer.

Breaking their kiss that he could strip away the the blood stained shirt, his massive chest heaved and he capture her lips once more. Alistair wrap his arms around her back, his hands roaming her waist, her hips, her legs. Cupping her face as their lips danced endlessly. Elissa's hands ran up and down his chest through his hair, her legs squeezing him closer to her growing heat, his heavy cock resting against her belly.

The couple hadn't noticed the flimsy table wobbling beneath them as they struggled to give or take pleasure from one another. With a loud snap and yelp the table collapsed and down Elissa fell with it.

When Alistair realized what had happened, his chest bounced with laughter. His trousers remained as his knees but he paid no attention, he simply laughed heartily.

Elissa groaned as she sat up on the collapsed table, rubbing her lower back. Alistair's laughter infectious she couldn't help but smile herself. She could see the relief that came over that down demeanor, she hadn't seen him so seemingly relaxed since the time of their meeting.

Pulling up his pants, Alistair helped Elissa off the ground,

"Are you alright?" he confirmed.

She would be sore from the fall. Nodding, she began to pull away from Alistair, but he wouldn't let go. He kissed her again deeply and softly, before he let her go.

"I should get cleaned up." He said before disappearing behind the tent, he wasn't sure why he had kissed her before leaving, perhaps it was because when she kissed him back he left something he wasn't expecting. He would have to figure out what it was.

-thank you for reading!