Chapter 10 APOV:

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I think she must have bewitched me some how. I am a King's son, a Templar, a Grey Warden. I am a strong man of action. In front her though I am at her beck and call.

I went to talk to her. I meant to tell her how I had grown to see her as a beautiful and strong woman. How I respected her and desired her. That I thought perhaps she desired me as well given her actions. To woo her. Make promises if need be. Prove myself.

I arrived at her fire and she was there waiting for me. She inspected me. Took in every detail of me like a bull at auction. No woman had ever so openly looked at me. The fire light moving across her skin made her face harder to read, but her eyes were the same as last night. Controlled power, lust harnessed through strength of will, a hunter eyeing her prey. I suddenly lost all my nerve. I felt so exposed. I felt like she was weighing me up and I didn't know how to or what direction to sway things.

She smiled at me, not quite her cruel smile, but predatory. She had reached whatever conclusion she had in mind. She stood up and went into her tent. She turned after entering, and this time the smile on her face was like that of a queen. All expectation of being obeyed, but asking for the sake of appearing polite.

My feet suddenly free, I followed her. My brain had stumbled. My mouth had gone dry. I didn't know what to say. What I was getting myself into. At the same time I had become painfully hard from nothing more than her eyes on me.

Her tent in a way was exactly when I had expected. There was a collection of drying herbs and fungi. There were potions and empty flasks. There were bits of animals. There was a low table with a few books on it. It smelled like her, herby and earthy though more pungent than on her person. It wasn't a bad smell, just stronger and spicier.

Her sleeping area was a very inviting pile of furs. It looked like much greater comfort than the rest of us had managed. I wasn't surprised by her taste, but I was a bit surprised that comfort mattered so much to her. She was so cold and pointy in her personality that I guess I thought that extended to her personal life.

Personal life. Hmm. I wondered what her personal life actually is, and has been. Must be a strange one growing up alone with only an ancient witch. Maybe she just never learned how to be nice to people?

She was facing me, watching as my eyes took in her candle lit tent and ended resting on her face. She smiled then at me again. Warmer this time. Almost like she had a secret she was keeping. Faltering I found my voice finally, "Morrigan, I.."

But she never let me finish. She had her body pressed against mine in a moment. Her hands in my hair again, pulling my face down to hers. When our lips touched she made a satisfied purring sound.

I should have realized I was lost when I decided to go to her. I hadn't though. In that moment as I pulled her towards me increasing the pressure between our bodies and cupping the side of her face that I saw it. Like a runaway cart, there was nothing to stop its decent down the hill.

One of her hands slipped to the back of my head fisting my hair. She pulled back pulling my lips off hers. I moaned at the loss. The other went up the back of my shirt and her fingernails were being dragged down my back. She planted firm hot kisses along my exposed neck. I had one arm around her waist holding her tightly to me. My britches were thicker than her lightweight pants, but I rubbed my hard on against her anyway. I let my other hand ghost over the outside of her left breast. She made that almost moan again and pushed her hips into mine.

I wanted to rush. To tear off the clothes between us and be inside of her that moment. She wasn't going to let me control things like that though. This was her tent, and her rules. I wanted to follow where she would lead me.

I grew bolder with my hand on her breast and she said, "touch them." Her voice was breathy and I could see her blush even in the candle light. I let her waist go and gently brought my lips back to hers. Licking her bottom lip and cupping her breasts over her robe. I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples and she gasped. I took the chance to touch our tongues together. And she moaned into my mouth this time. Squeezing her breasts and caressing her nipples was better than I'd dreamt. She let her head fall back a little and I could finally taste her skin. I leaned in to kiss her neck and she moaned as my stubble rubbed against her neck down to her collar bone. I reached up to the knot that held her robe on and tugged it. I pulled it away and dropped it to the floor. So much of her skin bear for me to touch.

She pulled back a little and I took her in. Wonderful there before me. She pulled my shirt over my head, and her nibble fingers started to unpick the lacing of my britches. I inhaled sharply. Her fingertips were brushing over my arousal. "Do you want this Alistair?" Her voice was almost a whisper, but assured. She looked up into my eyes as she loosened the string. Coy and playful. Gloating in her victory. "Yes Morrigan. For months I have." Something softened in her expression and she said, "Take them off and the boots." She backed up again so she could watch as I tossed my boots to the side and then peeled of my bottoms. My cock free, my skin hot to the touch.

"Kneel on the furs. Let me see your back.."

It was strange, but she was strange. This was all strange. Her eyes were pools of heat, tearing myself away from them I did as she asked.

She was looking at me, I could feel it burning me. She was inspecting me closely I could tell. It was embarrassing and arousing. A strange mixture of emotions, and one that never failed to be my undoing.

The furs were soft against my knees and I heard her moving in behind me. She was running her hand up my back, then her fingernails down it. Not being able to see her I felt tense, but it increased my anticipation for her touch not knowing where it would be next. She made that purring sound again. Her lips, hot and wet kissed my shoulder and I must have moved somehow. I didn't know it, but she was holding a candle and when I jostled her she spilled wax down my back.

"Ah!" It was surprising, but not overly painful. An unexpected sensation in the mix. My cock twitched and I heard her make that smug snort she does when she knows she's gotten one over me. "Is that how you'd like to play then Alistair?" her voice was sultry in my ear.

Her hand slid around my body and squeezed my cock. I moaned and she was kissing me again, but now purposely spilling wax on me. My eyes half open I watched her hand firmly pumping up and down my cock. So many mixed sensations.

I groaned and my head fell back onto her shoulder. She sucked on my earlobe again. I was past thinking. I was going to do whatever she wanted, however she wanted.

Then the candle gone, and her other hand was on me. Going up my chest. Her skin on mine. Her naked breasts pressed against my back. Her fingers began to role my nipple. I grunted in pleasure. I was breathing harder. I was getting closer and closer to cuming. I wanted to be facing her, pressed into her, touching her. "Morrigan, please let me kiss you. This, you feel too good. Please.."

Her teeth closed on my earlobe, just on the edge of painful. "Having you on your knees begging for me suits you Alistair," she whispered in my ear. I never would have thought to find that sort of statement arousing but it was. I saw fireworks, a great rush. I cried out again, and came in her hand making her hand sticky and my stomach.

I was panting now. I heard her laugh lowly. A chuckle really, "stay there."

Her warmth was gone and I heard her move again. She was back with some sort of cloth wiping her hand around licking her fingertips. Tasting me. She kneeled in front of me facing me this time. My cock was at about half mast. She wiped off my stomach. I just watched her. Every action of her's deliberate and concentrated. I shivered again. Being the object of her concentration was all that I'd wanted for so long.

She put the cloth to the side and turned back to me. I caught her wrist. I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. Her eyes widened a little, but she let me. I luxuriated in kissing her fingers, sucking on each one. Kissing her writs, flicking my tongue over her pulse. I moved up the inside of her arm. She'd removed the pants she wears though not a tiny feminine handkerchief. While I kissed one side of her body my other hand stroke her side. I kissed up her arm, across her collar bone, up her neck. I pushed her head to turn gently and kissed up behind her ear, letting my tongue drag back down the shell of her ear. I felt her shiver and I started to kiss her jaw. She was flushed and breathing more shallowly.

I reached her lips and this time she was insistent with her tongue. My hands that were stroking her sides ran down her body and squeezed her ass. It was my turn to make satisfied noises. Her rear end was wonderful. I slid my fingers under the piece of cloth she was wearing and pulled her towards me. Her hands were resting on my biceps and she squeezed. She ran her hands up to my shoulders and over my chest.

She broke our kiss to bring her lips and teeth to one of my nipples. I gasped at the edge of pain, and she pinched the other. I moved my hands to her hips pushed into her toppling her back into the furs, and crawled up her. I growled, "even now seek to you torment me." Her pupils were dilated and her breath was coming fast. "Always Alistair, you are my favourite toy," she said languidly looking up from underneath me. My cock jerked hard again. Her tone of voice relaxed, but her body was giving her away.

I propped myself up on an elbow, pressing the length of my body against her. With my free hand I slowly ran it down the curves of her body. Both of us were watching me touching her. She inhaled breathily when I reached her hip and pulled the edge of the cloth still covering her so it came off. I continued on, oh so gently to stroke her thigh. I nudged her thigh towards me, and continued letting my fingertips play down the inside of her now exposed soft inner thigh. I whispered into her ear hotly, "I'm your toy? Hmm, I think you want to be played with. I think I know how." I stroked back up her thigh. She gasped as I gently ran a fingertip up the outside of her lips. She spread her legs wider for me, throwing one leg over me giving me more access to her.

I ran my finger down one lip and up the other not parting them yet. Back and forth, teasing her until she was rolling her hips into my hand.

"Damn is Alistair why do you prolong matters? Are you choosing not to satisfy me out of malice?" she said crankily.

I laughed, a full laugh that I haven't felt in a long time. I pulled her onto her side, my hand caught between her thighs and kissed her roughly.

"Aren't toys for playing with? I wouldn't want to be a toy you got bored of, or worse a toy you broke in frustration."

I gently pushed a finger between her slick lips now. She exhaled, "aah," and pushed into my hand. I leaned down to enjoy the closest nipple while adding my thumb on her clit to the fingers between her legs. She moaned in my ear.

I crooked my finger and made a come here motion with it. The way we were I couldn't move it in and out a lot, but that didn't matter. Her back arched and pushed her body into me. She moaned loudly this time.

I kissed her again more slowly this time, and gently sucked on her tongue.

I rolled us so she was on her back again, but I kept going so I was between her legs. Gently I pumped my finger in and out of her. I slid a second finger into her, and started to kiss down her body. I licked a nipple on the way by and kissed her sides. I nibbled on her hipbone. She was grinding into me with her hips. Her quim smelled amazing, making me I groan a little.

I looked at her face. Flushed, hair splayed out, half lidded eyes carefully watching me. Her lips were full and slightly parted as she breathed in and out briskly.

I brought my tongue to her outer lips, slowing my fingers down though not removing them. I licked around the outside of them and up to the top. I reached her clit. I rubbed the tip of my tongue on it. She moaned again.

She was panting and I picked up the pace. She was lifting her hips to meet my fingers. My tongue swirled over her clit. All my motions became synchronised, in and out, around and around. Abruptly she pushed herself into my fingers and mouth. Her muscles pulsed and gripped my coaxing fingers. She called out then. A noise I'll never forget.

Not a shout, not words, just the most carnal sound of pleasure. It made me shiver. I was covered in her juices. I was hard as steel. My nipples were hard and my body flushed. It still makes me hard to think about.

I wanted to slide between her legs. I wanted to sheath myself in her. Delight in her slick wet heat. Have her while she recovered and fill her with me. Feel her cum on my cock. I gently pulled my fingers from her and my sat up. I took a few deep breaths. I was so excited. I needed to get some control over myself.

I kissed my way back up her body, and when I reached her lips she ran her fingers through my hair again pulling me to her. She kissed me firmly and slowly. Licking my lips, tasting me. She deepened the kiss more and I lay next to her. I pressed my feverishly hot body against hers. My hard cock pushing into the side of her thigh.

This was so much. So much of what I wanted, needed. I moaned into her mouth. She pulled me back gently. I moaned at that too. The fingers pulling that fistful of hair made my scalp tingle, and my cock twitch. Oh Maker I was lost to her. She could lead me anywhere pulling me like that.

"Tell me Alistair is your clear readiness for more due to the rumour of the Grey Warden's stamina?" She was giving me that smug, knowing tone of voice. The one she uses to start a fight with me. She pulled my hair again so she could look into my eyes, and now that tone was just hot. Liquid heat pouring into me. Looking back at her into her eyes they didn't dance with cruel amusement like they usually did. There was hunger, calculation, and something I couldn't identify. I felt like I was falling into her. I'm sure my breathe hitched, and I said "it's you. I think I'm in a fever dream, but it's because I want you. Grey Warden or no. Perhaps I'm bewitched, but I don't care. Have me as you want me, but Maker please have me."

"Mmmm," she purred again. She pulled my head back allowing the expanse of my neck to be easily accessible to her. My eyes slid shut and she nipped and kissed up my neck, sucking on my pulse. I groaned, staying where she put me when she wanted to move me. She kissed over my shoulders and collar bone. She played with my nipples. She touched me everywhere I wanted to be touched. One place after the other. Her palms and fingertips on my skin, her fingernails raking other places.

I stroked her breasts and sides. Ah her delicious ass. I was doing my best not to squeeze her too hard. The way she felt combined with her touches had driven all thought from me. It was like meditation only instead of an empty mind it was overfull, overwhelmed with sensations and had just given up trying to keep up.

One of her hands was picking the wax off my back; another sensation added to the mix. Her lips on mine were moist and her mouth so hot. She moaned into my mouth as pulled her so the length of her body was pressed against mine. I realised I'd been moaning to all her touches. She again pulled me away by my hair, pulling me back and pushing me down with her body. I let her roll me back . She followed straddling me. Her lips met mine again and her nipples brushed my chest. My arms snaked around her squeezing her to me. Our tongues danced for long moments, and she pulled up from my embrace.

She moved, focusing that unwavering attention of her's on my stiff cock. There was only a little space between her my cock. She parted her lips and slid up and down it pressing it into my abdomen. She was rolling her hips to rub her clit against the head of my cock. Our dampnesses were mixing together. She was so slippery and wet. Watching her moving, her attention focused on where our bodies was touching was amazing. "Maker's breath Morrigan.."

She sat up a bit and moved to start guiding the head of my cock into her. What a sight. She was so warm, wet, and tight. She flushed more and groaned, very very slowly allowing me to enter her. I bent my knees behind her and sat up to hold her when our pelvis' were flush. She didn't move just yet and I started to kiss her neck. One hand on her ass, the other on a breast, and both fondling her.

Morrigan started to slide up and down me. Not far, keeping most of me inside her, rocking the head of my cock on her g-spot. She kissed me and wrapped her arms around me. I couldn't keep this up for long. It was maddening. Fabulous, wonderful, and I had to move more. "Morrigan, you feel so good, better than I'd dreamt."

Breathily she said, "you too.." And I rolled us so I was on top of her. I groaned and started to moved in and out of her. Faster and fuller thrusts. She moved her hands over my back and down to my ass. She was pulling me into her. Her pants in my ear urging me on. "Alistair..." I loved the feeling of filling her, spearing her snug softness with my hardness. Sweat was making her glisten in the candlelight. Time stopped for me. There was nothing else but she and I, in and out, soft and hard, hot and slippery. I was on the edge. Orgasm was so close. I felt like I was holding onto a cliff while a hot wet storm beat on my senses.

"Tell me when .. ah Morrigan.. tell me ..." She gripped me tightly and keened. "Almost.." she moaned. I let go of the little control I had left and plunged into her. Her fingers dug into my ass, and she moaned again loudly. Suddenly she was tightening around me, gripping me over and over again. I let out a cry as I was flung over the edge and came too, my cock pulsing inside her.

It was long moments of heavy breathing before either of us spoke or moved. I was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and she lazily ran her hands up and down my back. I kissed her. Her soft lips meeting mine. The gentleness of her caresses struck me, and brought goosebumps to my skin. I shivered a little and my softening cock twitched.

She giggled. I swear she actually giggled. "Is that the Grey Warden stamina then?" Tightening down to cause me to twitch again.

"Mmm to be honest I haven't tested the Grey Warden stamina before now..," I answered kissing her again.

Slowly I slid out of her feeling very sensitive. She sighed as I did. I rolled next to her stretching out. Her furs really were comfortable. I was warm and relaxed. The most relaxed I've felt in a very long time.

"That was.. more satisfying than I had expected Alistair." She was on her side facing me. She ran a hand over my chest and I pulled her in cuddling her close to me.

"And you feel surprisingly right so close to me," I rumbled back.

"I'm finding myself amenable to you remaining in my furs if you desire to." I looked down at her. She was so beautiful. She'd never ask me to stay would she? No not Morrigan, but there was a glimpse of hope in her eyes I thought. I wanted to stay. I actually didn't want morning to come. Just to stay here in this warm and floating state.

I kissed her forehead, "I certainly desire that.. though I was meant to be on watch, but I probably missed the shift change anyway."

She snorted that laughing snort of hers, "I doubt any of our companion have any questions of where you are Alistair."

I felt myself blushing. Of course she was right. I had been so caught up in the moment it hadn't even occurred to me that it was likely everyone could hear the majority of both her and I. I found feel her eyes on me again.

"So many would believe that innocent act of yours, with your demure blushes. I think you are in luck that I do not." She ran her fingernails down my sides tickling me and I tensed under her. She chuckled under her breath.

She kicked up some of the furs to cover us, pulling them in and then snuggling into me. She kissed me on the cheek, and was asleep a short moment afterwards.

I lay luxuriating in her smell and warmth. The cares I had be carrying, the ones weighing so heavily on me seemed banished. I found my face cracking into a smile. A contented, relaxed smile. Sleep beckoned me and I welcomed it.

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