The crowning of the king of Orzammar was brutal business. Aedan has never seen such boot licking in his life. The nobles have been nothing but polite to him and his companions, but he could've sworn he saw some of them staring daggers at him. He felt more comfortable wading through the Deep Roads.
At long last he was able to politely excuse himself and he retreated form the royal palace at such a pace that Alistair, Oghren and Morrigan could barely keep up with him. After a polite but rushed conversation with Kardol in which he secured the Legion of the Dead's help against the Blight he turned his attention to his companions.
"I think we should rest for the evening before we head out."-Aedan said.
"And I know just the place."-Oghren replied staring at Tapsters.
"I guess that's a good idea. We did just secure the dwarven allegiance. Some celebration must be in order."-Aedan spoke while tossing a coinpurse to the dwarf.
"Get us some rooms and enough ale to drown ourselves in. And Alistair make sure he gets the rooms first." He was barely able had time to finish his sentence before the dwraf and the templar were off.
"So 'tis your plan to drink yourself into a stupor tonight?"-Morrigan asked.
"Not exactly. I needed a distraction for those two. There is something i wanted to do since we crawled out of those tunnels."-he replied before leaning in for a kiss.
"Such a romantic."-was all she could say before their lips met for a searing kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance for some time before they could feel the disapproving glances of the merchants and leering stares of the guards.
"So if drink is not on your mind for tonight dare I ask what are your plans for the evening?"-she teased.
"First things first."- he said chucking a massive maul in the lava pit near the inn.
After he explained his master plan in great detail which even made the icy swamp-witch blush, they joined their friends alredy deep in celebration.
"I'm hoping this means that we have rooms for the evening?"-warden asked his templar friend.
"Yes but there was a tiny problem. They didn't have enough rooms so somebody is going to have to share a room with Morrigan. And it certainly won't be me."-he said and winked when he was sure Morrigan was not looking.
"Just please don't be too loud. Pleeeeeease. Thin walls and all that."
"No promises."-Aedan said playfully.
When the celebration was over and by over meaning that the only one left standing was Oghren talking to a wall carving about how he defeated an army of golems singlehandedly. Aedan retreated to his room, Morrigan soon following.
"So i take it this was your doing?"-she asked.
"You wound me with such insinuations my dear lady"-he replied with a smirk while quickly closing the distance between them.
Before either of them knew what was happening they were lip locked. Their hands were tugging on each others clothes their lips only parting for enough time to remove his leather armor and her robes. He lowered her onto the bed and tried less than gracefully to remove his boots, which earned him a chuckle from her.
"Oh you are going to pay for that mocking."-he smirked while his eyes traveled the length of her body.
"Do you intend to remain there for the rest of the evening?"-her question shook him from his thoughts.
Finally unclothed he settled himself on top of her and kissed her. While their tongues were entwined their hand roamed each others bodies, hers tracing his many scars and chiseled muscles, while his were caressing her soft curves. She let out a series of moans when his hands settled cupping her breasts and teasing her nipple. He broke the kiss moving his lips to nibble and kiss her slender neck moving ever so slightly downward.
She purred and moaned when he captured her nipple between his teeth nibbling ever so slightly. Moaning became more frequent and her heart was quickening his pace so he decided to do the same moving his attention from her delicious breasts leaving a trail of wet kisses leading down. He tongued her navel earning a slight giggle. Feeling pleased with himself he decided to continue his teasing.
When he finally reached her wet folds he teased her lips moving everywhere except where she wanted him. Displeased with his torment she started moving her hips. Trying desperately to force him somehow to break his teasing.
"Feeling impatient my dear?"-he asked while a smirk appearing on his face.
"You are intent to see your hair on fire tonight it seems."-she replied summoning a small ember to appear in her hand.
"As you desire"-he managed to say before tasting her clit.
Her back arched and she moaned louder sensing her climax approaching. Knowing this he pushed his finger inside her wet heat focusing his attention on that sensitive spot he discovered so many nights ago. She came almost violently her hips bucking, her pussy flooding his fingers and his chin in her delicious juices, while her fingernails were raking his back leaving a few new scars in his collection. After a few moments when her climax subsided enough she pulled his face to her lips and kissed him deeply.
She adjusted herself and groweled into his ear "No more games!".
Even if he could he wouldn't separate himself from her. He slid his shaft into her filling her, she moaned in his ear her nails digging into his back as they started their animalistic lovemaking. It went on and on until both of them lie spent on the bed panting. While neither of them were keen on losing this precious moment of peace and calm they were exhausted and sleep claimed them both almost instantly
"No, no, no this cannot be happening! Why would anyone slaughter a woman and a child like this! Damn it, why wasn't I here to protect them? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Oren."-Aedan spoke while sobbing.
"Come on Aedan we still have to find your father. It's too late to help the dead"-spoke Eleanor with tear stained cheeks-"They are with the Maker now."
Aedan pulled himself off his knees turning once more to look at his nephew and his sister-in-law. "I will make sure Howe chokes on his own blood for what he did here."-he spoke quietly rage replacing the sadness in his eyes.
Gripping his daggers like never before he was a man possessed, he singlehandedly cut through the ranks of Howes soldiers felling them one by one, no quarter was given and non was shown. Eleanor and Fenris barely keeping up with him. Before they knew it he was wielding his families sword and his dagger alongside Ser Gilmore trying desperately to stem the tide of Howe's men. And finally it was over the main hall filled with corpses and wet with blood. The Highever men cheered, but Aedan's focus was elsewhere there was slight whimpering coming from the gate. As he neared it he realized it was a mage with a nasty but not mortal wound in her abdomen.
Soon he was towering over the mage as she scrambled to get to her feet. When she was up he closed the distance between them quickly and grabbing her by her hair.
"Please, my lord. Mercy I beg of you, mercy!"-she begged crying.
"Mercy?!"-he laughed maniacally-"Like you showed my nephew or my brothers wife?! Too late for that whore."-he said running his dagger through her heart and twisting his blade.
The mage screamed and fell to the stone floor. Turning his attention to Rory he asked "Where is my father."
"The teyrn left for the servants exit hoping to find you there. The men here will help me try to hold the gate while you and the teyrna escape."-he replied.
"Thank you, Rory."-was all he could manage before running to his father.
When he opened the door to the kitchen, seeing Nan dead and his father mortally wounded he broke.
He flew to his fathers side. Listening to his father speaking as if he was going to die was more then he could bear. And then Duncan showed up, covered in blood. Trying to persuade his father to give his son to the Wardens to save his wife's life. "No I'm not going father, i won't leave you no...
"No"-he awoke drenched in cold sweat, finding Morrigan lying next to him.
He got out of bed quietly and sat on what must have been a table. Gripping his head he started to sob.
"Damn it Aedan, pull yourself together"-he thought to himself but he couldn't stop.
"They are all dead, dead because of me. Mother, father, Oren, Oriana, Rory. Why wasn't I fast enough. If I was faster they would be alive. Stop it"-he thought to himself but he couldn't.
And then he felt warm hand on his shoulder. "Highever?"-she spoke quietly.
He nodded, wiped his eyes, and put his arms around her.
"But suddenly I don't feel so bad." he said brushing a lock of her raven hair behind her ear. Feeling her naked form against him did bring him some comfort but he still felt very shaken by his memories.
"Bah, must you continue with such childish innuendo."-she scoffed at his comment noting to herself that he looked nothing like the man that emerged victorious from the Deep Roads.
"A proud and amazing man reduced to such a mess over what exactly. Why he refuses to talk about it is beyond me. What happened to him to make such an... "-her inner musings interrupted by the feeling of his lips on her neck.
"A cooper for your thoughts?"-he asked.
"What exactly happened on that night Aedan?"-she spoke so silently barely above a whisper.
"It's a long story, Morrigan. And certainly not a good one."-he said nervously.
"We have time and it cannot be worse than any of Flemeth's tales of her conquests of Chasind men."she said trying to lighten the mood.
"Not tonight Morrigan, please. I'm not in the mood to live through it again so soon. "he said.
"Another night once we are back at camp."
"Of course. I understand."
"Now shall we return to bed. You are shivering."-he said picking her up into his arms.
"Perhaps I am cold a bit but I haven't lost the use of my legs you oaf."-she scolded him.
"Oh don't try to fool me. You love this."-he teased.
That little comment awarded him with a smack on the head.
"Now put me down or the next hit is going to go a lot lower."-she warned.
"Oh fine."-he said lowering her gently on the bed- "If there is anything i can do to redeem myself. You only need ask".
"Oh there certainly is."Morrigan replied dropping him on the bed and streddeling him-"I can think of a few ways."