Estimated at around 9:16 Dragon
Alistair looked at his reflection in the shiny silver armour. It was Templar armour. Alistair sighed and dropped the helm on his bed. He didn't want to be a Templar. He sent a prayer to the Maker that he would find a way out. He believed in the Maker well enough, he just didn't want to spend his whole life chasing mages. He wanted to make his own choices. He wanted freedom.
He plopped down on his bed and kicked the helm to the floor. He stared up at the ceiling and began counting backwards. He needed to practice his meditations. Slowly he counted backwards, starting at one hundred.
Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight. Ninety-seven.
His heartbeat slowed to a gentler rhythm.
Eighty-two. Eighty-one. Eighty.
He focused on his breath, even in and even out.
Seventy-seven. Seventy-six. Seventy-five. Seventy-four.
He felt his eyes drop close and struggled to stay awake. Sleeping wasn't part of the meditation.
Sixty-five. Sixty-two. Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight.
He felt his mind losing hold of its concentration. Strange images floated before his mind. A man with black hair and green eyes. He was covered in strange bits of cloth and fur. He was kissing a woman with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. He felt a tightening in his loins as he realized it was his own arms around her, his own lips pressed against hers. He moaned her name. Kartia.
"Corminth," the woman murmured in return, running her callused hands across his chest.
He groaned and kissed her harder, pinning her against a nearby tree. He tugged at her robes, which came apart easily in his hands.
"Blast it all, wretched stitching," she murmured.
Corminth paused to give her a questioning look. "By the gods, that does not mean 'stop'," Kartia growled.
Corminth grinned and proceeded to trail kisses down her neck and across her pert breasts. Suddenly she shoved him off her and pinned him to the ground. Kartia grinned down and ripped his shirt open. She raked her nails down his chest, causing him to shiver with anticipation and desire.
He reached up, grabbing her by the back of the head, and kissed her fiercely. He twisted his body so that he tumbled Kartia over and onto her back, this time pinning her with his knees. She pulled him down for a kiss and rand her hand across the front of his pants, rubbing him and teasing him with the friction of the cloth.
She bit his lip just hard enough to distract him and turned him on his back again. She smiled and it was full of mischief. He smiled back and closed his eyes as she pulled down his trousers. Her fingertips brushed across his head and he trembled. He moaned as her hand stroked him in a steady up and down motion, only pausing to swirl the palm of her hand across the top.
"Are you ready?" Kartia murmured.
She straddled Corminth and slowly began rocking her hips. She bit her lip and moaned, purposely going slow to tease him. He groaned and grabbed her by the hips.
He looked at her, a strange look that was a mix of frustration and need. "Don't torment me, woman," he growled. She smirked and began going faster, rocking her hips in a quick back and forth motion, until they both reached their climax.
"Templar Recruit Alistair! To your feet, boy!" a very masculine voice shouted from nearby.
Alistair awoke with a start, images of Kartia and their lovemaking fading quickly as he faced the Knight-commander.