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Soft moans filled Alistair's ears, as his tongue laps against delicate folds, occasionally tickling his lovers swollen peral he edges her on. Sucking on lips hidden between her legs, an apology for the night ending as it did. He had brought himself satisfaction and allowed sleep to claim him. With kisses against her jaw and gentle caresses on her breast Elissa was drawn from her sleep. Alistair slipped his hand between her thighs, a smile erupted across her lips, Craving his touch from the moment they met.

"My, my," he whispered when his fingers felt the moisture gathered at her entrance. Kissing her neck, Alistair pulled her legs apart and his fingers played against the soft skin. Elissa hummed at the delightful sensation, she could feel desire raise to her breast, Alistair fingertips circling its harden peak delicately.

Fingers staying on the surface of her center circling and rubbing, his actions put a smile on her face. He's in no rush it's early, the sun has barely risen and the sky is still dark

"you have more than made up for last night, " she hums her delight. Her back arches toes curl, her legs open further raising weightlessly, a hand cradles his cheek the other fingers raking through and pulling at his hair.

She can hear the sound of Alistair's hungry mouth wet over her flesh. Her sleeping gown completed removed she's left exposed to him. His darkened eyes watch her writhe in response to his actions, and the way her chest heaves as she struggles to breathe, Alistair moans at the sight of her. Kissing and sucking at her sex, his mind is long gone and he craves the tastes of that soft skin against his tongue and lips.

A thick coat of her want pours from her entrance, and covers his chin. Occasionally he'll push his finger in teasing her while his tongue swirls up and down between sliken flesh. The sensation was unbearably wonderful, keeping her on edge with such gentle pleasure.

"Alistair," a shiver in her voice, "i need you. Now, Ali have me now."

Her breath is heavy as Alistair sucks on tender flesh, his tongue rubbing her pearl, drawing out sharper cries from the woman. Elissa trembles arms reaching for the sheets above her head, trembling legs spread further, she's at his mercy. Her back arches and a wave of intense pleasure overtakes her. Alistair watched her tense up then relax. He placed a last kiss again her sex, and Elissa lets out a soft cry from at the touch of his lips against her sensitive peral.

Open mouth kisses dance over her belly, and over her breast up her neck, the heat of his tongue felt as he tastes every inch of her. Soft moans like a song in his ear, weak arms move hands sweeping up his neck, nails rake softly against the shortly cropped hair. Their mouths find each other and Alistair continues putting his tongue to work searching to dances with hers. She has never experienced such desire in him.

Something brushes against her inner thigh, a familiar weight rests against her, Elissa smiles her hand slips from Alistair shoulder to reach for his hard, but he takes hold of her wrist.

"No," he hissed, "not yet."

"i want you Alistair," placing a firm kiss on his neck, she whispered into his ear. "I want to feel you inside me, for your cock to fill me. Have me until you are content, dear Alistair."

Her words made his already foggy mind swirl, and she could feel him pressing himself against her as she whispered to him. Guiding the hand he held, a sigh of pleasure escaped him when her fingers wrapped around his hard. Her lips sought his, weight shifting as he slipped into her dripping heat.

Alistair kissed her deeply, grinding in a slow rhythm, hips gyrating from his position on his knees before her. Vibrations tickling her lips when he began to hum into their kiss. Thrusts as deep as his kiss, his pace quickly changed at her request. Elissa's whimpers and her song is joined by the sound of Alistair's deep groans.

Molding himself against her, a free hand held onto his lovers hip. Alistair watched as she bit onto her lower lip in attempt to sniffen a cry, head rising off the pillow only to crash back down onto it. Finally heavy eyes opened enough to met his, Elissa's hands caresses his muscular arms and back.

"Just like that," she gasped and her eyes shut tight once more. Struggling for breathe, her tongue swept over dry lips, and thick beads of sweat now covered them both.

Watching her with eyes darkened by desire, Alistair followed his urge to drive into her. Wanting to see her drowning in the pleasure he offered as she has often done for him. He couldn't deny she was beautiful. His eyes fell to her belly not as flat as it had been showing the slightest curve even as she layed on her back. His large hand moved from her thighs to cover the womb that carried his seed, then up cupping and squeezing the breast that would nurse his child.

"Mine," he growled, eyes shutting tightly he felt the sharpness of desire that rose at the thought.

Having felt his hand over her belly she smiled, replying, "Yes, yours."

His thrusts became unsteady and desperate, resting on elbows Alistair hooked his arms beneath Elissa so that she's tucked closer against him. The mattress bounces in response to his rough movements and a familiar sensation burns between them.

Back arching, Elissas legs clenched Alistairs sides and he can feel her body tremble as she tenses up once more, relaxing when the wave has past. Alistair growls at his attempt to keep the sound of satisfaction quiet, pouring himself into her. Kissing her softly, and for a moment forgets he never loved her, he thinks sometimes that he could. More often than not he thinks as much when they are together like this, away from the world and everything in it.

"Wow," Elissa sighs and can't help the giggle that escapes her. "mmh... wow," she repeats. Feeling a little dizzy and parched. Her legs shutting tightly when Alistair removes himself. Elissa pulled

him into a cuddle, and she's ready for sleep to claim her.

Alistair watches her, their fingers laces and cover her belly. They never truly got to know one another, there had always been something in the way. Elissa had visited the brothels when they visited cities, when in camp she usually kept to herself. He knew something about who she was but they never really spoke about anything. When she finally did show interest it was to late, he was angry with her at the lose of the Arl's wife he wouldn't allow any room for her.

Holding her now, he wondered, "why did you invite her here?"

"I wish you knew how deeply I care for you. I wish I didn't have to, but you were right you need someone who can produce an heir."

"You're carrying my child!" He argued.

"Yes," she smiled, caressing the hand placed over her belly. "so you believe me?"

"Eugene is ugh, you know someone ought to teach him not to be so callus. I suppose that is your fault." He sighed.

"Where is Eugene?"

"I left him with her."

"He was not meant to touch her, she's meant for you alone." she sat up, looking down at him.

"He didn't touch her. Me however." fingers pressed into his eyes and he rolled onto his back.

A brow raised with intrigue, "oh my. I imagine that was.. um"

"Lady Bonaduce delighted in pleasure from both our hands."

Speechless, Elissa watched him and fist pressed against her smiling lips. "I had no idea you were that kind of man Alistair." she chuckled.

"Stop I know you put him up to it," He accused with a pointed finger. "Makers breathe, I'm not, but if I hadn't had you on my mind all night I would have had them both."

Elissa said nothing, save for the smile of intrigue on her face.

"Does it have to be this way?"

"The wealthy are bored, we must peak their interests Alistair. There are many ways to do that, something's can be worse. Trust me," after a short pause, "The Lady Sarah will be here for another week, she will be expecting you to entertain her. She knows welll why we have invited her. it'll be over in a month's time."

"A month?"

"Others were invited, least the Lady Bonaduce was not to your liking. But if she will suffice, then perhaps we can earn gifts from our other guests."

"I'm sure she's to everyone's liking, with her," a gesture made to indicate her breast, "all exposed and full and… soft looking. Ugh, what is happening to me?"

"Have you always been so shy?"

"When you're raised in the chantry they don't exactly teach you about ...sexy stuff."

"Sexy stuff, I see. How do they expect generations to be born to sing the chant of light without all the… sexy stuff." her face the picture of Innocence and she leans over him.

"Are you teasing me?" A thin brow raised.

"Never my King," her expression one of disbelief at the accusation, pulling away she rolls onto her back.

Watching her, Alistair smiles at her silliness, "I should be going before the rest of the palace wakes," his muscles flex as he reaches for his clothes and begins to dress.

"Won't you stay?" She asks though she knows the answer but she wants to ask anyway.

"You know I can't be seen leaving." Pulling on his boots, he sees her sit up a bit, sinking back into the bed arms crossing over her bare chest, bare legs crossed.

"You should have married me," she says as and she watches him dress.

"Yes, that's probably true." He smiles, standing Alistair places a hand gently on her belly and he leans down for a kiss one for her and one for the babe in her womb.

Smiling Elissa watched him leave, the slight sway of his hips catching her attention. She pulls the sheets over her body, with a deep breath she sighed sadly.

0o0

It was a long day, in fact it was a long week. Alistair wanted nothing more than to be among his people assisting them with anything they needed. He knew how important an active helping hand was to them. Work he felt he was suited for, above his responsibilities as King. Though even those responsibilities had proven trying. Reports constantly presented to the him and his counselor, concerning trade, food and the major lack of resources.

Elissa eyed him when it came to feeding his people there was a busty solution waiting for him to make his move. Lowering his gaze, he looked away.

"Our trade with Orzammar has come to a stop, we have nothing to offer them, our crop on the outskirts of Denerim is not enough for the winter and with no coin we can't afford the travel or food from either Orzammar or the Dalish."

"We need our trade with them both, my king," said an advisor and Alistairs Uncle nodded.

Thick fingers brushed through his hair, their King spoke,

"I will go to Orzammar, surely the King won't mind allowing us the hands of their castless for food, I will not doubt indebted us to the dwarves. The warden and I will make our way to Orzammar we gave their King his throne."

"Many of the surrounding lands have lost much to the blight," His uncle reminded.

"None more than those living on the surface who are helpless to defend themselves. We will speak with his Majesty, we have very little choice. If they refuse me after all we Wardens have done for their kingdom then we will break contact. I will also seek out the elves in the wild perhaps they will assist with the hunters trade. If they refuse then we be forced into the hands of the Orlesians." Alistair said with a tone of finality.

The members of council looked around uncomfortably, for the wounds between Ferelden and Orlais were still fresh for many of their people.

"How is the healing of the ground, are the mages spells proving to be of any use?"

"progress is slow, the blood spilled onto the ground sunk deep. Places affected by fires are more easily cured, however that is not much. But the mages have at least been helpful in the growth of our crop,"

"It was a good call to invite them," Teagan congratulated Alistair but his eyes were on their Warden friend.

"Yes, your affinity for magic has proved rewarding. Majesty,", Elissa commented smiling kindly at Alistair as she had always done.

When they were done the room emptied save for one, Elissa remained as she always had

"Are you sure you hold no interest in the Lady Bonaduce, her lands run for many miles, they flourish still and her wealth is immense. She could afford what you need Alistair. Bury your seed deep in her womb and she is yours."

"Or I end up with two Bastard children fighting for my seat." he said sighing once again.

"There will be no fighting, my child is your first born, if a son he has all rights to the throne, if the babe is a daughter and she bares you a son," she left the obvious to speak for itself.

"So you are after my seat," he smiled playfully.

"Protecting it." she insisted and after a moment of quiet she insisted again, "Seek her out, earn her affection. Dinner will be ready soon see that you are all that remains in her thoughts," rising from her seat, she was held by Alistairs gaze.

Taking on a more serious tone, "How can you ask me to go to her, if you care for me at all?"

"Because your Kingdom is in need my Lord. I've told you before there's nothing I offer you except to do what I have been doing." After a short pause she added, "She is beautiful is she not, her pale skin is soft and her delicately scented alluring. She fancies you, I am told."

"Who tells you?" Alistair glared at her.

"You know exactly by who I am told." her frustration clear.

Things we're not as he expected, Alistair hoped he might put off marriage for sometime instead it was being rushed due to the devastation of his city and kingdom. He had hope to met someone beautiful at a ball thrown in the great hall and that the woman would share his love of cheese. He had many jokes about how good looking his hair was, all lost in the frustration and immediately need of the many lands in his kingdom.

Alistair stood from his chair eyes locked with the one who held his desire, he walked over to Elissa. Standing beside her, she turned away from him. Alistair stood flushed against his lover's back, fingers brushing through loose strawberry blonde curls.

"You would make the choice in any case, you're being stubborn." she said, the beat of her heart quickens. He'll always make the right choice she knew.

"She is a good match, I have chosen well." She spoke confidently.

"Slow things down if you must, like the proper gentleman I know you to be. But do what must be done, my Lord."

"Alistair, call me by my name. Do not distance yourself from me now," his face is buried in the crook of her neck and his breath tickles, a hand rests on her hip the other cradles her cheek, he longs to taste her again to have her.

"I've missed you, the week has been long, oh but I should have married you," He says placing a kiss against her jaw and behind her ear, his hand sliding over her breast.

She can feel herself ready to give in as she always does, they see each other so little when so much work is to be done. Alistair is often gone from the palace it doesn't take much for her to flood with desire at his touch.

"It is better that you didn't," a tremble heard in her whisper.. "Go to her Alistair you must," she orders him and it is difficult for her to pull when he kisses her she is quick to give in.

Alistairs eyes widen in surprise when she slips from his grasp, "you must go to her, Better she then the one that comes next," she said reminding him that a choice was to be made.

"All work and no play with you." he said smiling, with a chuckle and eyes full of something she cannot tell what as she disappears behind the door.

0o0

Alistair is in the courtyard bear chest under the sun, a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. He is training with fully armored troops. Their commander ordering them not to go easy on the man.

"How uncomfortable are you?" he teased and the young man swings high, Alistairs blade clashing he redirected the weapon causing his opponent to fall hard.

"Come on" Alistair called, his brow and shoulder cover in sweat and the thin hair on his chest glistened. It was hardly a hot day but the exercise made him feel otherwise.

Lady Sarah Bonaduce, had been walking with her lady in waiting, a metal pipe pressed between her lips when she had come across the display. She smiled watching the King in a sparring match against his own troops. Her brow raised with interest at every flex of his muscles, she couldn't help it when she tilted her head and bit her bottom lip.

The noble woman had hoped she would see more of the King. She was surprise when he showed up to her Chambers those nights ago, but then left the palace giving her a taste of what his life was like currently. It disappointed her greatly for she had always been willing to risk a bit of fun with her suitors. But this one seem to have other things on his mind.

Another victorious dodge and she caught Alistair's eye. At her smile, Alistair dropped his shield leaving the sparring circle he walked over to met her.

"My lady, I hope you enjoyed the show," he said pulling his linen shirt over his head.

"You command such skill, I am not surprised. I am pleased to finally be speaking to you again, I thought we would have had more time to get to know each other.

"Yes, forgive me, but there is much to be done in the city. I feel responsible to attend to it personally. As both Warden and King."

"How generous of you Majesty. Dare I ask for a moment of your time now?" her eyes danced over his form.

Alistair brow raised high, "I - yes, of course" he answered after glancing around. They were out of earshot but he wanted to be sure no one was lingering or watching.

They walked toward her chamber,

"You are an admirable man Majesty. I am sorry to hear you will be leaving again and so soon. Surely you know only so much can be done?"

"I'll do everything I can, I had a good life but I've seen the destruction caused by the blight and just as I was among the people then so.I choose to be again. We couldn't do much before, our duty guided us but now it's different."

Arriving at her Chambers Alistair press his lips softly against the top of her hand.

"We will have time to continue our conversation at dinner."

"you will be present? Had I known I would have tickled your ears with words of a different sort. See me before you leave, tonight."

Smiling he bowed, when he was gone from her sight Sarah sent her lady in waiting to speak with the former nobel Cousland.

"Ask Counselor Cousland to have Dinner prepared for two, and schedule breakfast to make up for the cancellation. I have already sent for it's supply. Be discreet."

0o0

Adorned in armor she hadn't worn in many months, Elissa was pleased to find it still fit, a hand resting on her womb. A horse prepared to take her on the journey Alistair intended for himself. Elissa meant to leave quick but he spotted her walking down the main Hall.

Running in a manner that was meant to protect his Majesty's composure. Alistair skidded to a stop besides her,

"My fellow Grey Warden, ah" he smiled at those that had been watching him rush over. "You leaving the castle, for that thing we discussed?" He said a bit loudly for their benefit for a King should never chase his subject as he had been told many times, he just couldn't help himself.

"Yes Majesty," Elissa responded looking around she spotted those who had been instructing him on how a King must behave. "To Orzammar as we discussed, then to the Elves."

Stopping her advancement to leave he places a hand over her belly, Elissa quickly and carefully pulls it away looking around.

"People will realize eventually," he whispered.

"They need not suspected it's your unless necessary." She scolded.

"you shouldn't be traveling in your condition, the trip was meant for me."

"A King first sends a servant," a finger raised to hush him for she knew he would argue."What kind of a Counselor would I be to let you off on such a task. You must attend to your guest. You will be less distracted knowing these matters are in trusted hands."

"You mean less distracted by you."

"Alistair the only thing you desire of me she can give to you. Don't confused things, accept that and you'll find all this much easier."

The words hurt, he didn't love her, he was comfortable with her. She couldn't allow her own feeling towards him to confuse why he came to her time and again.

"Eugene will stay to attend you, he has been left with instructions during my absences. Concerning you current and future guest."

Stung by her words Alistair's eyes remained forward.

"Take care on your travels," his voice low and cold, "you carry something of great value to me and I would be displeased if it were lost." with long strides he walked away.

Eugene met with him a short way off and followed.

0o0

The Dining hall empty save a single woman at the table. Smiling ear to ear, she sat upright in her seat, her bust swelling with every gentle breath.

"I hope you don't mind, I've requested we eat alone."

"Of course," he answered as if it were obvious. Taking the seat across from the Nobel woman there was enough food to feed a village prepared.

"We will give what remains, of course to your people. I had asked for a variety of meals to be prepared however. Compliments of yours truly. Not a coin spent."

"Aren't you my guest? I'm sure I'm meant to be spoiling you. Somehow."

She chuckled at his response, "it's no trouble Majesty."

Taking hold of a cup he pours himself a drink, offering the lady, Alistair took a seat across when she refused.

She laughs at his sarcastic manner and it takes a few drinks to loosen him up from the sour mood he had been in.

"Not so much like your father and much more charming than your than your brother ever was," she smiled.

"You flatter me," he answers with a sleepished grin.

"Tell me, my lady, how is it an intelligent and breathtaking woman as yourself has not yet married."

"It is precisely because I am intelligent I have not yet married," she teased.

"Of course," he laughs, then more soberly asks, "Then why are you here? You've noticed the state of the land it's tragic, any rule here will give you nothing."

"i am here because I wanted to met the man who would take responsibility in this difficult period. And I've seen you run down the hall and laugh with the servants. Alistair, My Lord," she rose from her seat and approached him, "I am here because you did not seek your own satisfaction when you came to my room that first night, not many are so giving, though you brought me to a place where I craved more."

The sound of Alistair's chair stretched across the floor as he pushed back from the table, Sarah Bonaduce squeezed between the space her rump resting against the table.

"Sit" he instructed and she with opened legs, scooted onto the table. He watched her with glassy eyes, and for a moment he considered the banquet besides them.

"Did you know I have a deep love for cheese?" A soft smile on his face, and he looked back to her. Taking a cube of the nearest cheese he stood and hand feed it to her, her soft lips pressed against his fingertips in a lite kiss. Pulling at the lace of her vest, their traditional Ferelden fashion, Alistair placed another small cube over her full breast, eyes locked before he moved to eat the cheese cube from her body his hot tongue on her flesh as he scooped it into his mouth.

Breast exposed, the Noble woman lying back on the table, Alistair's hot tongue teasing her skin as he picked up the pieces of cheese and fruit or vegetables he carefully placed over her torso. Feeding her cucumber from his own mouth when he finally removed them from her breast, the heat of his mouth a Sharp contrast from the cool slice.

Placing kisses down her neck strong hands caressed her thighs and hips. Nipping against her ribs he licked and kissed his way lower. Placing a final kiss against her waist Alistair straighten before her, pulling back the layers of her skirt, he was only slightly surprised to find she wore nothing beneath. Taking notice of a small bowl of fruit syrup meant for the meat on the table, Alistair dipped two fingers into the bright red syrup, he swept them against the cleanly shaved lips between her thighs causing the woman to buckle slightly, Alistair smiled his glassy eyes watching her and he licked his fingers one by one.

She writhed against the hardwood of the table and her heavy gasps for air sounded in their corner of the dining hall. Alistair could hear the whining of her moans. Fingers pinched behind tensed legs Alistair placed soft kisses against her inner thighs.

Pulling her clothing back into place, Alistair left the disheveled woman in the hands of her maid.

"Have someone bring all this," he gestured to the food on the table, "to those in need outside the castle."

Wiping his mouth for the third time he left the room. Quickly he rushed to his room rinsing his mouth and washing his face in the bassinet.

"How did it go" asked a familiar voice.

In a swift motion Alistair pushed the young man against the wall, pressing his trapped member into the servant's ass. But Eugene proved to be stronger than he seemed.

"I think not my Lord," he said when he pinned Alistair to the wall, "that was meant for our Lady Bonaduce."

"She is much more appreciative of my generous attentions to her."

"Interesting," Eugene smiled mischievously before lowering himself before Alistair. "I should not be doing you this favor," he said as he pulled open the buckles of his trousers.

Alistair's head hit the wall as a wave of relief washed over him. Grunting when Eugene moved his warm mouth from the throbbing member, "take some time with her," he said his soft hands taking the place of his mouth. "Flirt from afar, stolen touches, tease her until she wants more than what your mouth is offering. Tell me you will do this and I will give you what you want."

Eugene place a delicate kiss against Alistairs tip,

"Is that how you earned her attention?" Alistair asks

"No, it is what she has taught me. You've witness it's effectiveness."

"We have two more guest's have you forgotten?" Alistair's breath is heavy, eyes shut and brows furrowed.

"If you won over the Lady, I will take care of them." Enveloping Alistair in the warmth of his mouth until he brought him to his end.

"You see she is not the only one who can bring you satisfaction," Eugene whispered against Alistair's ear before leaving the spent man alone.