Chapter sixteen
Meet and Greet
We entered the Alienage, and by unanimous agreement, I was at the lead. They knew that these elves would be quite distrustful of any new humans right now. Our group, led by what appeared to be a Dalish Elf, would be much better received.
Shianni greeted me without too much hostility, though she was still distressed as she told us what happened. I was more than pleased to learn that Aedan had released Soris and most of the others from the Arl of Denerims estate… and gave him a giant sized hug when I heard he killed Vaughn Kendalls. Shianni also gave him a hug for that. Apparently her cousin, Darrian Tabris, hadn't been able to infiltrate the Estate to save anyone… and Soris was caught as a result.
Darrian came over and shook Aedans hand. Unlike in the game, it wasn't Shianni that had been raped and tortured… it was Darrians fiancée, and she didn't survive to be rescued. Soris had managed to get the other girls out, hence Shianni, before getting caught and jailed, but poor Darrian felt like he'd failed his bride.
I had decided to drag him along with us while we rescued the elves from the slavers. Darrian was more than happy to help us kill the Tevinter slavers in front of the hut they were using so we could free the ones in there.
When we moved on to the warehouse, he explained more about the culture of the Alienage to us. We found the chantry board item before slaughtering every slaver in the small courtyard behind the building.
I didn't even let the female elven slaver talk before embedding a throwing star in her throat. And the head slaver? He lasted less time when Alistair used his smite on him. I didn't let the fucker try to deal, and I could tell Zevran approved. It was actually a good thing Alistair used his smite while I was in the Area of Effect, because it allowed us to learn I was immune to Templar abilities… even if Alistair kept apologizing.
Getting back to the Alienage, we refused any sort of 'reward' for the rescues. That wasn't why we'd done it, after all.
It was finally time for the Landsmeet. Aedan had pulled out the papers from the royal Arms Chest at Ostagar, the slavers deal paperwork, and shouted at Loghain about Howe being allowed to torture nobles.
Aedan battled Loghain when the Landsmeet voted in our favor.
"Wait! Don't kill him. We need all the Wardens we can get," Riordan tried hard to convince Aedan to spare Loghain for the Wardens, but I simply nodded at Alistair who stepped forward and sliced Loghains head clean from his shoulders while Aedan smirked and shrugged at Riordan.
As predicted, Anora then refused to marry Alistair who was deemed King. Aedan then 'petitioned' the king for my adoption, which was amazingly approved by the entire Landsmeet upon hearing I was a widowed noble and orphan to boot… After Teagan confirmed it. They didn't like that I was an Elf, but hearing Teagan and even Eamon confirm 'lord cousland's words… no one contested it.
But now…
"What do you mean one of us has to sleep with Morrigan?!" Aedan shouted. I had silenced the room and the only ones here were Alistair, Aedan, Morrigan, Lelianna and I. we were in Redcliff now, and I knew that I was gonna be scolded by Aedan when he finally pieced together that I knew Redcliff wasn't the target. I planned to tell him that we had to defend Redcliff because it would again be a central point in a few years and if we didn't… well.
"Exactly that, dear brother. I refuse to have either of you dead killing the Archdemon, so one of you is gonna sleep with her. I know how this whole 'untainted old god will be the child' thing sounds, but trust me… it's worth it. Not only that, the child will be fine. Morrigan will be a wonderful mother, and she really won't try to use him against y'all." Morrigan looked at me startled.
"You already know the gender of the child?"
"And his name… the child will be a boy because Urthemiel, old god of Beauty and Archdemon of the 5th Blight, is male. I know you plan to name your son Kieran and he will be… amazing, Morrigan."
Alistair sighed. "Which of us would you choose to… do this?"
"Doesn't matter; Kieran will look, act and grow the same. I'll meet him at the same time, so on." Morrigan looked calculating, but Aedan and Lelianna entered a whispered discussion and Alistair looked thoughtful.
"I'll do it," Alistair said, interrupting Aedans conversation with Lelianna. Aedan lifted one black eyebrow and said, "Are you sure, Alistair?"
"Yeah. I trust Ara. If she says this will turn out okay, then it will. Come on Morrigan…"
I led Aedan and Lelianna from the room, I had already offered Morrigan use of my bed since she shared a room with Wynne and my room was enchanted already, so really this worked out fine. We had the same sleeping Arrangements as in Denerim due to influx of people at the Castle.
"You're going to let them do that in your bed?" Aedan asked. "Aedan, sweetie… I'd join them if Morrigan would have allowed it. I don't mind it," I shrugged. "Besides, my room already has the enchantment for sound and even if it were you doing it, it still would have been my bed. I offered it to Morrigan for this express purpose… worst case scenario, I use magic to clean it all up."
He shook his head while I followed them to their room. Aedan and I spoke at length about what would happen in Denerim, including Riordan going 'suicide by dragon' and causing Natia, Alistair or Aedan to kill Urthemiel to end the blight… hence why I had pushed for someone to sleep with Morrigan.
When it was done, Alistair cuddled with me. "I… I always wanted a family, you know. But I swore to myself that I'd never father a bastard; never subject a child to what I was put through…"
"Alistair, my love, your son will grow up loved. You'll meet him one day, you know. And I swear to you, no one will know unless you tell them. Think of it this way, okay? Think of Kieran in the fact that he is also my step-son in that case. You know I love children, you know I want more kids – yours especially, love – and if I so much as thought Morrigan would hurt him in any way, I'd take him in myself. He is ours as much as hers and she will be better than her own mother was in raising him. I swear to you, Alistair, Kieran will grow up a fine young man," my words had the desired effect; Alistair was calmer, more sure that he made the right choice.
"You… really want to have my kids one day?" he asked softly. "Oh Alistair, of course I want to! Honestly, I'd love to get a start now, but our child wouldn't be welcomed at court just yet… I'm thinking when we have more answers to what I am… when we can announce that I'm your wife and not just your Mistress… that would be the time to have a baby," he nodded and leaned forward, his mouth capturing mine.
I knew he had just been with Morrigan, but I didn't care. I knew she was clean; she hadn't been with anyone in our almost-year together, and Wynne was our 'physician' for the whole trip so if Morrigan had anything almost a year ago, she certainly didn't now.
"Alistair…" I panted, and pushed him onto his back, straddling him. Surprise flashed across his face. "Are you sure…"
I kissed him again, cutting off the rest of his words while I used magic to strip us of our clothes.
He groaned and held me tightly against his chest, rolling us so he was on top of me.
"If we're doing this tonight, we're doing it in a way that I can show you just how much I love you," he growled, causing me to whimper in pleasure as he nipped at my throat.
He lined himself up with my entrance, and slowly pressed until he was inside me up to the hilt. He was tender and sweet as he moved his hips; his left arm holding his weight while his right hand tweaked my nipples and slid along my body.
"Alistair… yes," I hissed as his finger grazed over my sensitive clit, but didn't stop to play with it. Instead, he inserted two of his fingers into me alongside his hard cock, allowing his thumb to rest gently on my nub.
My hips bucked at the sensation, and I begged him with both my words and my body to be rougher, faster… he leaned forward and nipped at my neck again, causing a groan from me.
"Please, Alistair, please… please, I need…" his thumb pressed harder into my clit and my hips jerked again as he finally used his thumb to circle me. I had one hand resting on his chest, the other on his hip as his hand twisted and he curled his fingers in me.
I cried out as the sensation caused me to peak. I saw him bite his lips as he watched my spasms with hooded eyes, listened to my pleas with a darkened expression on his face.
Only when I came down from my first orgasm did he remove his two fingers and bring them to his lips. I whimpered as I watched him suck them into his mouth, tasting me as he made love to me.
I growled and brought my right leg up, not stopping at his hips, but rather using my flexibility to make it rest on his shoulder. He moaned my name and gave a hard thrust, hitting my cervix and causing a whimper from me.
"Yes! I love it when you're… rough with me, my love," I gasped, causing him to give another hard thrust.
I moaned as he sped up, and leaned his mouth down to suck on a nipple, forcing my leg to come down from his shoulder.
I pushed him off me, startling him until I turned around and backed myself onto his hard length once more. It was like reverse cowgirl, but he was on his knees not his back. His hips thrust as his arms came around me, one on my breast, the other traveling down to drive me wild once more.
"Ara… I love you, my wife…"
I whimpered at his words and clenched my inner walls around him; he bit into my shoulder from behind as he growled in pleasure.
I moaned and fell forward as his teeth released me, shoving myself back at him as he took me. He groaned my name, his thrusts coming faster and harder… and I knew he was getting close.
"Alistair!" I shouted as I felt him tense when he gripped my hips and pulled me to him as he filled me. My body shook with its own orgasm and I was gasping in pleasure.
We snuggled and whispered to each other for a while… even adding another round before we finally fell asleep.
The Battle of Denerim; a battle that would have songs written about it. The gates had of course been breached by the time we arrived, but the Darkspawn there were weak and easily dispatched.
Riordan told Aedan who he suggested taking; Natia, Alistair and no more than 3 others. I snorted, catching everyone's attention. Sten nodded to me and Aedan looked questioning.
"You have a better plan?" Eamon sneered.
"Of course; Aedan, Alistair, myself, Wynne, Lelianna and Ash will make our way to Fort Drakon. Riordan, find a way to bring that fucker down. In War, Victory, In Peace, Vigilance, In Death, Sacrifice. Do what you must, commander. Sten, you will lead the troops here at the gate, Oghren you will be second in command. Both of you have experience leading troops into battle, use it! If need be, split yourselves into two groups… Sten, I entrust Fen with you and if you do split the groups I want Morrigan in your group. Oghren can have Natia and Zev since they can all move through a group and hardly be seen and still take down enough fuckers to make a difference. Eamon… just don't die," I made sure to sound exasperated at the last sentence, causing snickers and Eamon looked offended.
Riordan understood exactly what I meant and nodded, "In Death, Sacrifice. I'll do what I can." He turned and headed off.
"Aedan, our group needs to clear the Market District then the Alienage before moving to Fort Drakon. We need to kill the two generals or they will attack us when we get to the Archdemon. I want the Humans and Dwarves to head out to the Market, Elves and mages to the Alienage. Golems split up Shale! I want half with Market and Half with Alienage. As soon as your areas are cleared, I want patrols set for roamers before sending a good chunk of troops to the Fort. If anyone gets tainted and makes it to the end, I want them to be 'quarantined' in a safe place until we can perform a joining! You are all here today to fight the Blight, and Maker willing we will end this! Do I make myself clear?" I had raised my voice, noticing that anyone who could was listening to my instructions.
"Ser, yes Ser!" I heard echoed through the ranks. "That's what I like to hear! You have your assignments, head out!"
Our group started out and Aedan was smirking at me. "What?" I asked.
"I thought you took orders. In fact I believe you said you didn't give orders either," he looked so damn amused.
"Aedan, every rule that has ever existed has had at least one exception. This is likely why we have a Bastard King, a displaced Noble, a Fae Seer, a Golem, a Qunari, an Enchanter, an Apostate, an Assassin, a Bard, a Dwarven General, a Castles, and TWO Mabari war hounds as the front runners to end the fifth blight…"
The group reflected on that… "Fair enough." Was all Aedan said.
The Market District was as bad as I feared; 10 fucking Ogres.
"I thought you said a general!" Aedan shouted as we fought our way to the main event.
"I never once said it would be easy to get to said general, Aedan. What did you assume it was ONLY a general?"
The silence from him said it all. I managed to take dawn one Ogre before being turned into a ragdoll again… this time the Chantry wall broke my fall, though I caught a glimpse of Shale killing the damn Ogre.
I knew I had less broken ones this time… I'd had enough time to throw wards up while I was airborne that I only had a broken arm. I chugged a healing potion and focused my magic on making it work for my arm.
By the time I was able to re-join the Melee, the only thing our group had left was the General itself. This General was a Hurlock Sword and Shield type, and was stronger than I thought possible; flinging Aedan back with his shield…
I pulled out 3 Daggers and took aim, waiting for just the right moment before flinging them at the ugly bastard. One pierced the Hurlocks left eye, another digging into its neck, and the third in its shield arm. I wasn't sure how those first two didn't outright kill it, but Aedan was swift enough with his Daggers as soon as the Hurlock dropped its shield.
The Alienage was worse, if you can believe it… this General wasn't like the Emissary in game. No, it was an Ogre Emissary. I let out a string of southern U.S curses from earth, earning an amused glance from Lelianna, a snort from Alistair, and the attention of said Ogre.
"You wanna dance, Goliath? Let's dance!" I shouted and promptly showed my Latina roots by going after the ogre in the same fashion a Latina might go after a no-good cheatin culus… (That means asshole in Latin… well it means Anus).
I took off my slip on ballet flat and charged the Ogre like it had done me wrong. I knew I looked fucking crazy… even the Darkspawn around us stopped to stare as I ran half bare-foot headlong at an Ogre Emissary.
It gave enough of a distraction, that most of the Darkspawn were killed by Dalish who had not once moved their attentions away from their fights. This also meant that no one was expecting me to veer left at the last moment so the Ogre got a chest full of arrows.
Using magic I cleaned my foot before putting my shoe back on. This was, in fact, pretty much how any fight we came across on our way to the fort. I will admit to crying as I watched Riordan plummet from the sky just as we reached the fort entrance, causing Alistair and Aedan each to wince and Aedan said, "In death…"
"Sacrifice; let's go kill this bitch," I growled, feeling my back skin ripple as I suppressed the urge to fly right to the roof. I may have healed my ribs, but they still felt sore and bruised from my little… ogre assisted flight.
Alistair raised an eyebrow when he saw my skin ripple, but didn't comment.