Chapter Thirty-Six

Dalish Dreams – NSFW

"Hold, Shemlen, the Dalish have claimed these woods, you'll need to camp elsewhere." It was Mithra from the Nature of the Beast quest. She was about 2 inches taller than me with short brown hair that went down to her chin, tan skin, and blue eyes. Her armor was the same as a Dalish from the game, with her midriff exposed.

But then her eyes landed on Lyna in confusion. "Ah, sister, forgive me I didn't see you there. You've come a long way; I give you the welcome of my clan. These are curious companions you have – might I ask the purpose of your visit?"

Lyna looked at me and I nodded. She smiled and said, "We have come on behalf of the Grey Wardens, sister. In fact, I am the new Warden Constable – Lady Stormlight here is my Commander and wears the ring of the people – she is Vhenallin."

Mithra looked startled and replied, "The Wardens? You have joined their order…? How unusual. Forgive my surprise; I will take you all to the keeper at once." she led us to the Keeper anyway. He was about 5 foot 7, bald, and had grey eyes.

"Ah, Mithra… I see you've brought guests – and one of our own among them."

"They are Grey Wardens, Keeper – and this one is their commander and Vhenallin."

Zathrians eyes looked me over sharply. I lifted my hand and showed him the ring. "This is… you must have gotten this one from Asha'bellanar; it holds her unique markings."

I nodded, "I bid you greetings, Keeper. My name is Atarah Stormlight."

Zathrian glanced at Lyna as he dismissed Mithra and said, "How did you come to join their ranks?"

"I was dying of the taint, Duncan recruited me. Our clan was to the north, so he already had three recruits – only two of which is still with us. This is if you don't count the Queen."

The bitch motioned to me. I straightened and said, "Aneth Ara. Perhaps… I should properly introduce myself before Lyna mucks it up further?"

"That might be best…" Zathrian looked suspicious.

I cleared my throat, "Greetings, Keeper Zathrian – I am High Queen Atarah Stormlight of the Alliance, Queen of the Illidari, Queen of Stormwind, Duchess of Northshire, daughter of the Regent Lord of Quel'Thalas, Crown Princess of Ferelden, and daughter of the Betrayer. These are just my royal titles – this isn't including the titles like 'Commander of the Grey', 'General of Stormwind', 'Slayer of Deathwing', 'Starcaller', or the multitude of other titles. And I can prove all of this."

"Then by all means…" he looked skeptical and, of course, most of the clan had come toward us in curiosity.

I opened the portal – having made preparations before bed this morning. Anduin, Lor'themar, Genn and Inas all stepped through.

Inas glanced around before scooping me into a hug, "Iris! Guess what?"

"Can it wait?"

"No! No it cannot! You should have seen the look on the Lord Chamberlains face when Draven caught me mid-air when I shouted what you told me. It was beautiful. And the Accuser thanks you for your faith in Renathal."

"Inas… this can wait." I pointed out.

Zathrian and the other Elves were gaping at the tall-as-fuck elves. I smiled, "Zathrian, this is the Regent Lord or Quel'Thalas and my step-father; Lor'themar Theron of the Sin'dorei. This one is Inas, my cousin and son of the two leaders of the Kaldorei. There are 4 races of Elves currently, and several classes. The Illidari are a mix of Kaldorei and Sin'dorei that hunt demons. Anduin here is the High King of the Alliance, of which only races of elves are in his alliance. Sin'dorei and the Nightborne are of the Horde. Anduin is one of my husbands."

"Oh – Lethallan; show them your shape-shift form!" Lyna exclaimed. I wrinkled my nose, "Dragon or Halla?"

"Halla," she confirmed. I shifted and Zathrian coughed, "This is fascinating, but I'm afraid…"

Genn interrupted, "I understand you have a werewolf problem? I'm here to help with that. I'm King Genn Greymane of Gilneas… and I'm a Worgen."

"What's a Worgen?" Zathrian asked.

"I'm glad you asked." Genn gave a wolfish grin and transformed. I shifted back as Genn said, "We are werewolves with regained minds and ability to shift back to our human forms."

"Is… it contagious?" someone asked.

I snorted, "Not anymore. I neutralized that pretty quickly. Don't worry keeper – we will solve your werewolf troubles. I would only ask that once it is done, you uphold the ancient treaty. I know the Dalish are highly honorable, but I must say it aloud for clarity."

Zathrian blinked, "Of course – but how did you know about the problem to begin with?"

Lyna spoke up, "Her Ladyship is a seer."

I shrugged, "There is that."

The keeper made a motion and I saw his First, Lanaya, rush off. I lifted an eyebrow, "I take it you plan to offer Vallaslin, then?"

He nodded, "The ring alone was enough, but an elf with such ability…"

"I will accept – but only Mythals' Vallaslin. Inas, Daddy; thank you for coming."

Lor'themar leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, "Anytime, my daughter. And get working on…"

"Okay! When we're ready, I'll let you know. Bye!"

Anduin sniggered, "I'm staying to help."

"That's why I didn't say good-bye to you." I smirked. He kissed my head and replied, "Good."

I then turned to my group, "Leliana, go tell the Halla Herder, Elora that the Halla she is tending is not sick, rather it's her mate that is. Aedan go see if there is anything we need from Master Varathorn, let him know we will search for Ironbark while in the forest. Zevran, go convince that red haired boy over there – his name is Cammen – that he should venture slightly into the forest with us. Not far, just until we find Deygan to bring him back to the camp. As for you Wynne, we will also find Aneirin in the forest. Daylen and Lyna will get a start on lunch; we are having Sandwiches. Morrigan, I want you to scout around by air for a bit – see if the wolves are closing in or keeping calm for now. Sten guard the path into the forest while Morrigan checks it out – we don't want to be ambushed. Alistair, you and Carver get the esteemed pleasure of setting up tents while everyone works. Genn, Anduin, you will also need to set up your tents… if you remember how."

Genn shifted back to human and barked a laugh, "Sharp as ever, I see."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

Everyone headed off the moment they had their jobs. I looked at the hounds and said, "Make sure the prince stays out of trouble – I find I'm fond of him. Silverite, Fiona; take up guarding the perimeter. Sin, I see a fire over there you can nest in for the moment."

Zathrian – seeming to only just notice – asked, "Are those… griffons?"

"One is – the other is a Larion. Griffons are the main flight transportation of the Alliance thanks – in part – to the Wildhammer Dwarves. The flaming bird is a Phoenix – in case you were wondering. And as for the whole Prince thing… Alistair is the son of King Maric and heir to the throne. With him being one of my husbands, that's how I'm the Crown Princess of Ferelden."

Lanaya returned with a wooden box filled with inks. She was eyeing the tattoos I already had on display so I shot her a grin, "I earned them – each one depicts an achievement."

She flushed, "May I ask about that one?"

She was pointing to one on my left arm; I looked at it and said, "Victory in the battle against Queen Azsarah – thousands of years ago, she was the queen of the elves in my homelands. Unfortunately for her, she made a deal with a void-god and turned into a Naga. She just got more and more evil from there."

"Can I ask where exactly you're from?" Zathrian choked out.

"Azeroth – another planet."

Anduin was talking to Turalyon on his communicator – so I was pretty sure no one was going to comment.

I moved my hair out of the way ad showed them my glowing mark. "This is the marking of Elune – the goddess the Night-Elves worship. And these nubs are where my antlers were supposed to grow if they hadn't been constantly cut off."

Zathrian reached out and touched one of the nubs in shock. "Well… ahem… you said the Vallaslin of Mythal?"

"Just the roots," I added.

When I came out, the sky had darkened. Morrigan landed beside me looking over the light purple markings under my eyes. "I have told Sten, but it doesn't seem that the wolves are interested I coming this way – it's like they are waiting for something."

"They're waiting for Zathrian." I muttered. I knew she heard me – but so did the keeper. He looked at me, "Why?"

I sighed, "They've regained their minds and want nothing more than for you to end the curse. It's why they infect not kill your clan, Keeper."

He blanched, "You don't know what they…"

I snapped, my voice rising, "I don't know what they did? I do know, Zathrian! Many centuries ago, a tribe of humans dwelt near the Brecillian Forest; when your clan passed near to their settlement, your children were captured by a group of humans. They tortured and murdered your son, then raped your daughter and left her for dead in the forest. The Clan rescued her, but when she found out that she was pregnant, she committed suicide in shame – yes, I damn well know! But these are not them. These are people who went camping, people who went hunting to provide for their family, and people who came looking for their lost loved ones. You say it is different, but what you have done is no different than what those humans of old have done. Tearing families apart…"

Everyone was gaping at me. Zathrian yelled back, "It is different – this is justice!"

"Is it really? Tell me Zathrian – when you made this curse, binding the spirit of the forest to the body of a wolf and thus binding your own life to it, you intended that Witherfang only kill those people, did you not? This curse is your doing! And now your own people suffer for it and you won't even help them! All you want is Witherfangs heart, but that won't end it. What happens when your clan camps here again and the wolves you cursed try this again? They are aware of what was done to them. They speak, take names and want nothing more than to go home. I feel their pain… I've been the same as they are… it hurts to ignore the moons call."

Genn spoke, "Iris is very different from the Gilnean Worgens. She was the first to see this curse; when she was in a past life on another planet entirely. Gilneans do not feel the call of the moon, and our transformation is swift. But when first infected… our bones snap and realign – every bone in our body breaks; some more than once. It was a painful process. We had to use Alchemy to regain our minds – and magic to regain our forms. It is through the help of Priestess of Elune that we did not all die out or had to be put down. It is thanks to Atarah Stormlight – then known as Faerine Silverlight – that our people lived. That my son lived when he would have died at the hands of the one who cursed us."

I saw horror etched on many faces. Lanaya asked, "Keeper… is this… is what she says true? Did you create this curse?"

Alistair spoke, "Tara?"

"I was the leader of a group called the Companions – we helped people settle disputes or kill giants or bears that had wondered too close; that kind of thing. The inner circle was all Werewolves. It wasn't a well-known thing, and we were hunted by a group known as the Silver Hand, but… it actually helped when I was in Azeroth. The Worgens… I was the one who was able to help them. I made it so they could take human form again when the Forsaken released that vile curse on them." He had been asking for more information on my curse.

Zathrian snarled, "They earned their fate!"

"Did they? Their leader, Swiftrunner, was looking for his lost son when he got the curse. His little boy was mangled by your creatures and eaten – to make matters worse, swiftrunner then had to endure such terrible pain for several nights until he turned. Did he earn that?" okay, I was lying my ass off. I didn't know how Swiftrunner really got the curse, it was never stated and I don't think he remembered anyway. None of them recalled their lives before from what I could see in the game.

Lyna shouted, "That's horrible! You claim this is justice for your children but then… Keeper, how could you?"

I shook my head, "I will let you choose for now, Zathrian. I will clear our way into the forest, but when you follow us into those ruins, you will be made to at least talk to them – you owe them that much."

Lanaya nodded, "I agree – at least talk with them…"

More agreements rang out among the Dalish. Zathrian shot me a nasty look, "It seems I have little choice. Tell me, if they attack me, would you guarantee my safety."

I nodded firmly, "Not only would I defend you if they attacked first, I would hand you Witherfangs heart and carcass. However, as I said, they will not."

He growled, "I will follow you at a distance then – until the forest is cleared."

"Good. We leave at first light. Oh, and I need someone else to trail us with Cammen – Deygan will be wounded but alive when we reach him."

"I will come," Arthas called out. I nodded, "Danyla is alive for the moment, Arthas – but she won't make it until the curse is ended. She would rather attack us and die than suffer that pain."

He looked horrified, "She's… a werewolf…?"

"Ir Abelas, Arthas." I bowed my head. He looked sad but nodded, "I'd… appreciate if you could bring her body or… something."

"Of course." I said and headed over to the tents where my group was camped.

Anduin wanted to sleep with me, but I told him that it wouldn't be polite to do so since we were never quiet, so not while in the camp.

He pouted but said I had a point.

Morning dawned and I said, "Genn, you get to cook this morning. Lyna, Sereda and Aedan, you break down tents. Alistair, I have something to discuss with you."

They all jumped to do what I said. Alistair came over the moment he was armored up.

"What is it?"

"Are you okay? You've been thoughtful lately…" I asked, reaching up to caress his cheek.

"Yes – I've been… thinking about Eamon." Alistair ran a hand through his hair.

I chuckled, "Despite all his flaws, I think he felt a bit guilty – that was the only thing you could possibly have that belonged to your mother. In his eyes, you will never meet your real mother – because you think she's dead. So he feels a bit guilty."

"You… we never really talked that much. And the way I left… thank you – I mean it. I thought I'd lost the amulet to my own stupidity. I guess I'll need to talk to him about this when he wakes up. I wish I'd had this a long time ago, but… I think it's better this way."

I gave him a confused look, "How so?"

"Well… I just figure… I mean… You've told me all the things Eamon has done or will do that are… against me. I think getting this back from someone I care for… I mean someone I… from you, is better."

I smirked as he flushed, "You care for me, do you?"

"You know I do – can we… talk more tonight? I know Anduin is hoping to share your tent, but I really want to talk with you about something important."

I nodded – still a bit confused, "Yeah – Anduin will understand, I'm sure. Likely, he'll hope you finally make a move. He's bound and determined for me to have your kid soon so that he can have a turn, so to speak. If he thought there was chance you would bed me, he'd shove us in the tent and lock it closed till morning."

Alistair flushed but cleared his throat and said, "Well, we should… head out."

I headed over to Zathrian, "We're headed out, Keeper. Keep at least 50 paces behind us if you don't want the wolves to bother you."

He nodded. I noticed quite a few of the Dalish watching us. Arthas and Cammen headed out with us too.

I flushed and noticed that there were wolves watching us wearily… well, watching me. I let out a growl, causing the whole group to draw weapons. The wolves attacked – a small pack of 15 and easily dispatched. I set about skinning them, leaving one for Cammen to skin for himself, since he killed it. He beamed at me.

Deygan was encountered not long after that. I didn't even bother questioning him, just motioned to Arthas and Cammen who picked him up and headed back toward camp. They thanked me before heading off.

When we made camp that night – after finding the Ironbark tree, and the Hermit – I noticed them all looking at me. "What; do I have something on my face?"

Alistair shook his head and replied, "What was that, with the wolves?"

"I'm a dragon – any animal would be weary to attack me. Even with a group."

Anduin sighed, "It's much more impressive when it happens with bears or something slightly larger."

Genn snorted, "You missed it when she pulled this same trick with a clutch of feral dragons."

Leliana spoke up just as I saw Zathrian making his own camp – close enough to hear us and see us, but far enough away that werewolves wouldn't see him. "Can we see your wolf form?"

I flushed, "Uh… I mean… sure… when we get to the Ruins, though. I can't shift back for at least 4 hours and I can't talk though I have full control of myself."

"Can you describe it?" Zev asked.

"Yeah – I look like that." I pointed to Swiftrunner as he approached us and added, "Just like that but with crimson fur and blue eyes."

Seeing my relaxed manner, no one jumped up. I stood when Swiftrunner got to us and said, "Greetings to you, Swiftrunner. From one Alpha to another, I offer you share of our supper."

They were interested in me, but kept glancing at Genn too. Genn stood, "I am King Genn Greymane, Alpha Swiftrunner."

The three werewolves looked between each-other before the sandy blond leader spoke, "I know not how you know my name, little Dalish… but you don't smell like a normal elf."

I chuckled, "I am what you could be. I am wolf as you are."

The beast nodded, "The forest tells as much – but that is not all you are, is it?"

"No – I am also Dragon. Those are the main two beasts in me. Everything else is more… cuddly. Again, Alpha, I offer you a place with us this night."

He looked weary, "You seek Witherfang for Zathrian."

"Fuck no – I'm only clearing out the rabid wolves, looking for a friend of a friend, and taking care of some blood mages that are hiding here. Zathrian has much to answer for, does he not?"

The beast relaxed a bit, "He and I have never met – truthfully, I doubt he would have survived the encounter. We have all suffered much at his hands."

I nodded, "I know. The Lady is in no danger from me or mine, Alpha. We seek to right the wrongs."

He looked at me critically, "How do you know my name?"

"I am a Seer." The wolves all hissed breaths. One of the others – a honey brown colored one – spoke up, "I am Barktooth; I wish to know if you can prove your claims."

I allowed my dragon wings to unfurl, "In two days, when we reach the ruins, I will show you my wolf form. Genn…"

Genn shifted at once – stunning the werewolves as they backed up a little. Swiftrunner asked, "How…?"

"My people were cursed – and there was no real cure. Once cursed, the wolf is always with you, Swiftrunner. I am what you will be when your curse is lifted. That is why Iris called me here – my people will welcome you, if you wish."

Alistair spoke from behind me, "Not to… er… cut this short or anything, but dinner seems to be ready."

I glanced at him with a small smirk, "Wolves do not cook their food, do they Swiftrunner? We have a Bear to the side. You may take it – consider it an offering of peace between packs."

The large wolf nodded his head, "I cannot help you. I do not trust the elf, but I will not hinder you. We will consider what you have said, Genn. Come, brothers!" they took the bear carcass and headed off.

I heard Zathrian come up to us, "So they have regained their minds – why take those garish names?"

"The names define them – and in wolf language, there is no sound for Bob or Cynthia. Just things like grass or tooth or claw. I was lucky when I first gained my wolf form – it was never permanent as they have. I was free to swap between forms. When a wolf, I must wait for at least 4 hours before swapping back – it used to be 8 until I became a druid. And I had a choice to accept or deny it – I could have cured it too, if that had been my wish. But the thrill of the hunt in beast skin, the strength it brought… it was worth it. Even had I never reincarnated again, had I been stuck to Nirn… I would have gladly traded the revelry of Sovngarde for the hunting fields of Hircine."

That prompted questions about the two afterlives and how I traversed Sovngarde to kill the world-eater.

Leliana looked contemplative, "Do you know any songs from there?"

I snorted, "I only lived there for a century – half the songs I know are about me… unfortunately."

"Will you sing one?" Lyna asked. I sighed, "I guess… one about me or not?"

I got looks that made the answer obvious but it was Zathrian who said, "About you."

I sand The Dragonborn Comes while strumming a lute – Lelianas' lute, to be precise.

Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart

I tell you; I tell you, the Dragonborn comes

With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord arts

Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes

It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes

Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes

For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows

You'll know, you'll know, the dragonborn's come

Morrigan asked, "That was… the dragon language you occasionally use, was it not?"

"Yeah, it was. Anyway, we need to get some sleep. Zathrian, go back to your own tent, I don't plan to share with you." He nodded curtly and left. I looked at Alistair with a coy grin, "I'd share with you though."

Anduin spoke, "Oh… I was hoping…"

"Alistair has important matters to discuss with me tonight, Anduin. But tomorrow…"

He smiled softly, "As you wish, my love."

I heard the others all chuckling. We headed into my tent. Alistair began pacing and had turned a bit red.

"Alistair… is everything okay? We've been traveling together for months; you know you can talk to me… and you're my mate…"

"I… I'm a little nervous, I guess. Not that… not that this is anything bad or frightening… how do I even say this? You'd think that it would be easier, but every time I'm around you I feel as though my head's about to explode. I… I can't think straight."

I smirked and lifted one eyebrow and said, "Oh? Thanks."

"I don't mean it like that… I mean… let me start over?" I nodded and he took a deep breath, "Here's the thing: being near you makes me crazy, but I simply can't imagine being without you. I know I have to be king eventually and I know that you won't… but I don't know how to say this another way. I want to spend the night with you in my arms – here in this tent. Maybe this is too fast, but… I know what I feel, Atarah. I am more than sure that I love you."

I felt my cheeks heat and said, "Well, that is not where I thought you were going with this conversation. But who am I to deny you when I wat it just as badly?"

He let out a relieved breath, "Are you sure? I mean… I know I've been dancing around this and you've let me do just that… but you also have Cullen and Anduin… and… I worry I won't be enough."

"Oh, Alistair – I love you so much. Look – Cullen was just as innocent as you are now; Anduin too. I guided both men – and I can guide you too if it's needed."

He relaxed a little and gave me a soft smile, "I wanted to wait for the perfect time and place… but when would that be? I mean, if things were perfect, we would never have met. I mean, we sort of stumbled into each other, didn't we? And despite this being possibly the least perfect time… I've fallen in love with you. Between the fighting and everything that's happened… I really don't want to wait anymore. I… I've never done this before – you know that – but I want it to be with you, now. I don't want to risk losing you."

I kissed him and he groaned. His hand came up to cup my cheek and before either of us realized it, we were laying side by side on my bedroll.

He pulled back a little, staring into my eyes, "Makers' breath, you're beautiful."

I shook my head and gave him a wry look, "I highly doubt that, but to each their own."

He gave a small growl and kissed me again – harder this time. "What makes you think you aren't?"

I smirked and sat up on my elbow before moving to straddle him, "Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are?"

He looked startled at the change of subject but gave me a sly look, "Not unless they were asking for a favor… actually there was one time in Denerim, but those women were… not like you." He pulled me down so I was laying on him and continued, "Why? Is this your way of telling me you think I'm handsome?"

I smirked at him, "Oh, I shouldn't say…"

He chuckled, "Oh, I get it; I'll get it out of you yet… so, is this the part where I get to say the same?"

"You already did – just a moment ago."

His grin widened and he said, "I stand by that you know. Beautiful and charming." His hand slid to the back of my neck and he pulled me closer to him for a kiss.

I gasped as his other hand rested on my hip. He flipped us so that he was holding himself over me – keeping his weight on one hand while moving the other up under my top.

I whimpered and he pulled back, "Is… is this okay?"

I nodded, "Yes… can you… take off your shirt?"

He flushed a bit but nodded and sat up. His shirt came over his head and I gasped – this was the first time I was seeing the scar that the cut from in the Tower of Ishal had left. I reached out and ran a hand along it.

He looked away, "Not very manly, is it?"

I snorted, "I think it's sexy."

He groaned and went back to kissing me. My hand continued to roam over his chest. I was wearing a halter top made of a light cloth, so there were no straps, clasps, zippers or buttons. Soon, my chest was just as naked as his. I reached up and cupped his cheek, "Are you sure you want this?"

"Maker, yes. I've wanted this for weeks – but wasn't sure how to approach it and… well… You're the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."

Either he was lying or he was a hermit… I flushed and gave him a look, "Now I know what they mean by the term 'cheesy bastard'." I muttered – I mean really, sweet as he was, he was a bastard who loved cheese… could it get any more ironic? He laughed, "I've never heard that one before!"

He had been caressing my breasts the whole time and I moaned when he pinched a nipple. He gave me a soft smile.

"Alistair… I want you so much." I whispered.

"Right… then I'll… stop talking now…" he said softly. I moved so that I could sit up, startling him.

I turned and went to my knees beside the bed as I helped him out of his pants. He gasped when I took his length into my mouth – the man was 9 inches at most and of an average thickness. I was surprised to note he was circumcised – no point asking him about that; he wouldn't know why.

He jerked away after a moment of being stunned, "What… why did you do that…?"

I chuckled, "Men usually like that sort of thing… and it makes for good foreplay."

"Maker – it felt amazing. But I want you, Tara. I just want to please you." I smiled at him.

My eyes darkened, "Is that so?"

I stood and shucked my pants.

He groaned when he saw my hairless nature and pulled me onto the bedroll with him, "I thought everyone had hair… down there."

"Elves only grow hair on their heads – not their bodies." I smirked.

He shook his head, "That is… highly arousing."

I smiled at him and he was atop me once more. I gasped as he kissed along my jaw and he whispered, "I have no idea what I'm doing…"

I moaned, "So far you've proven that your words are a lie – you've been driving me wild since I came into this tent, Alistair."

He chuckled nervously, "Are you sure?"

I nodded, and reached down to help him line up, "Your instincts seem to be quite strong love. Just do what comes naturally – I will guide you if you need."

He slowly entered me and I gasped. He groaned, "Maker…"

I whimpered, "I… I need… harder – please. Faster…"

He kissed me as he thrust hard, only slightly picking up speed. "Alistair… oh…"

I buried my face in his shoulder and he rested his forehead against mine as he thrust. I cried out, "Yes… oh, Alistair…"

My teeth nipped his shoulder lightly and he groaned, "Why… oh maker…"

I gave him a playful look when he pulled back, "I thought you might… like that. I know I do."

His eyes darkened, "Do you?"

I nodded and he leaned in and nipped at my neck. My hips thrust hard as my nails dug hard into his back. I moaned and my hips met his thrusts as he moved faster.

"Maker, Tara – I don't think I'm going to last…" he panted. I whimpered and took one of his hands.

He looked confused but moved his weight to the one hand and allowed me to move his arm between us and down to where we joined. His fingers exploring as he moved back slightly to give us both room.

I cried out when his fingers found my clit, "There! Oh, Alistair… that – that… is the most… sensitive part of… fuck, I'm…"

His fingers had picked up speed as his thrusts got harder. His thrusting swiftly became erratic – he growled as he nipped harder at my neck.

I felt myself come undone as I cried out in pleasure, my nails raking open his back. He groaned my name and moved to kiss me, moving his fingers away as he too came undone.

He collapsed beside me – breathing hard. "Mmmh… according to all the sisters at the monastery, I should have been struck by lighting by now."

"Not for that performance – if anything, I'd block it myself."

He flushed, "And you know the rest of our little party is going to talk, right – they tend to do that."

"First smart comment and I feed them to the darkspawn in pieces." I hummed as he pet my hair – gods, I loved that.

His chest rumbled as he laughed, "See? This is why I love you."

"I love you too." I yawned and closed my eyes.