Chronicles of an Elven Bed-warmer
Chapter the Ninth
Human Bed-warmer
If I owned Dragon Age I would probably be wearing pants. I don't own dragon age.
Later that night, Aedan was sitting in his bed, reading. Winter had finally come to Denerim, bringing with it a steady supply of snow. He could see it building up against his window. He wondered where Kallian was, normally she'd have visited him by now. There was a knock on the door. Ah, there she is. He thought as he got out of his bed to open the door for her. The winter air chilled him somewhat, but it was nothing compared to what one would experience in Highever, so he endured.
"Come in." The young lord was quite surprised when a blurry figure dashed into his room and dove under the covers. "Kallian?" He guessed.
"C-c-c-cold!" shivered the elf underneath the thick blankets.
Aedan raised a wry eyebrow as he climbed back into bed. "Problems? Ack!" he squawked as his freezing visitor promptly set herself in his lap and pulled his heavy blankets all the way up to her nose.
"Mmm…" Kallian sighed contentedly as she laid her head against Aedan's broad chest and wrapped her arms around his warm body, silently thanking the Maker that Aedan didn't wear shirts to bed, not even in the winter. "Problem solved." She smiled dreamily.
After laying there peacefully for several minutes, she remembered something that she wanted to ask him. "Aedan, can I ask you a question?"
"You just did." She shot him a look that said she was not amused. "Go ahead." He relented.
"Am I your mistress?"
If Aedan had been drinking a glass of water he would have sprayed it all over himself. "What? Mistress? Why would… I'm not even going to ask what brought this on." The young lord sighed as he pushed Kallian upright so he could look her in the eye.
She shivered as the cold returned, and wrapped the blankets around herself more tightly, but it was nothing compared to Aedan's warmth.
"Well, am I?" She demanded.
He stopped and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Do you… want to be?"
She shrugged. "I dunno, do I get a special outfit?"
Aedan blinked. He hadn't expected that response. Then again, it was exactly the sort of thing Kallian would say. "I… don't think so. If you wanted one then maybe. I don't really know, I've never had a mistress before. To be perfectly honest, I've never really liked the word to begin with."
"Really, why not?" she asked curiously.
He frowned. "It's not exactly a term of respect, is it?"
"Neither is 'elf'." The girl pointed out apathetically.
Aedan shot her a disapproving look and continued. "I just don't like it. It sounds so...illicit."
"Isn't that kind of the idea?"
Aedan was about to argue, but stopped. He'd never thought of that. "That's actually a fair point." He paused for several seconds before shaking his head. "Still, I don't like it. I'd like to think that there's more to our relationship than just..." He trailed off.
"Sex?" The blond elf interjected with a raised eyebrow.
"...Yes." Now he looked embarrassed.
Kallian rolled her eyes while grinning to herself. He was so repressed, it was actually kind of cute. Working in a brothel had given her a much more liberal attitude towards sexuality, not that she'd necessarily been a prude before.
"Aedan, we haven't even done anything besides make out yet." she reminded him, slightly exasperated.
"I just don't want to do anything either of us aren't ready for."
Kallian shifted herself around so that she was lying in his lap again. "You're a really nice guy, you know that, right? Too nice, sometimes."
Before Aedan could ask her what she meant by that, she kissed him hungrily on the lips. Forgetting whatever he'd been about to say, he returned the kiss with equal force. Kallian gave a pleased sigh when his hands wandered down to grip her bottom. He still wasn't making her scream his name into a pillow, but it was was progress.
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Dearest Mother and Father,
I have arrived in Denerim without incident. Oh, and I have news. Aedan has finally discovered girls! Tell Fergus he owes me twenty sovereigns. Her name is Kallian Inri, he has hired her as his 'bodyguard'. Ha! As if that'd fool me for a second. She seems rather loyal to him, so I doubt she will cause any problems for the family. She's quite a gifted fighter, despite the fact that's she never had any formal training. With the proper instruction she could be quite an asset, I'm considering taking her under my wing, you know how I love a project. Don't start the wedding plans just yet though. She's an elf, unfortunately, but she does seem to be aware of her station, so I don't think it will be a concern.
All my love;
Elissa Cousland
Elissa sat back in her chair with a sigh of satisfaction. They really didn't need to know about all that stuff with Vaughan, it would just cause them needless worry. Kallian seemed to have put it behind her, so they could too. She rather liked the small elf. There was a lot of potential there. She just needed a bit of polishing, and Elissa was just the woman for the job. When she was done, that elf would be the finest mistress/bodyguard in all of Ferelden! Even if she couldn't think of any others, it was the principal of the idea. Only the best for House Cousland.
She was interrupted by a yelping mabari running into her room and hiding behind her, followed by a very large and very angry gray tabby. The massive feline gave a final warning hiss before pointedly strutting away with it's tail in the air.
"Told you so." she remarked to the cringing canine.
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It was no secret that Shianni liked alcohol. So when Ser Mhiri had offered to share her recently acquired bottle of Dragon's Breath whiskey, it should come as no surprise that the red-headed elf had eagerly accepted.
"This is... pretty... good stuff." she noted after her third glass. By her sixth glass she was singing unselfconsciously to herself in elvish, completely butchering the graceful song with her slurred speech as she did so. Even when a drunk was singing it though, the message of the song was still clear. It was a sad lilting tune that carried an almost tangible sense of loss, of precious things carelessly wasted.
"That's beautiful," the knight commented when the song ended. "What does it mean?"
"Humans are... shtoopid, they can't... undershtand tish stuff, what a bunch of... dumb-asses." Shianni replied in a drunken, deadpan manner.
Mhiri looked stunned for a few seconds before replying. "Really?"
"No, I have... no idea what it means, it's in elvish."
"Um, aren't you an elf?"
"Hey! Just because... I'm an elf, doesn't mean I speak elvish. That's rashist."
"Um, I am officially confused."
"Well... you know how elves... used to be shlaves?"
"Yes."
"Well... people who own shlaves... don't generally want them to be able to talk to one another in a way that no one elshe... understands. So a lot of the... elvish language is just...gone."
"But don't the Dalish speak elvish?"
"In a way, but it's not true elvish, it's a sort of shorthand shlave elvish with some Tevintuh mixed in. Not that they'd bother to teach that to us, the smug bashtards."
"Er..."
"Bloody Dalish, shwanning about all shuperiuh-like. What's so great about running around in the woodsh half-naked and talking to treesh and crap, or whatever they do." The elf frowned as if remembering something unpleasant. "Call me a flat-ear again you bloody sack of sh-"
"Okay, that's it. No more Dragon's Breath for you."
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The next morning, Kallian awoke to a very comfortable warmth. Aedan's much larger form engulfed her petite frame, and it made her feel safe and protected, which was a bit ironic when she thought about it, seeing that it her her job to protect him. Unfortunately she couldn't stay here. It would probably be bad if anyone discovered her here in her lord's bed. But at the moment she was finding it difficult to remember why. No, she concluded after much internal debate, I don't want to cause him any trouble. So, after gathering her resolve, she worked her way out of Aedan's soft, comfortable, and most of all warm, grasp and into the chilly morning air. She lurched her way over to his door, and after several attempts, managed to get it open. Kallian quietly went through before quietly closing it again behind her.
"Good Morning."
"Aaahhh!" the rogue jumped several feet in the air and whirled around to face... "Elle?" The maid stood before her with a bemused expression. "Uh, I can explain..."
The older woman raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Why you're sleeping with Lord Aedan?"
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean... that's all we were doing, just sleeping...and maybe kissing a bit...please don't tell anyone!" The girl begged. She then blushed red and looked down at her shoes.
The maid chuckled and grinned hugely. "Wouldn't dream of it, dearie. There wouldn't be much point; pretty much everyone already knows."
"Oh thank... Wait, what?"
"Oh yeah, it's the talk of the estate, Lady Elissa saw you coming out of his room yesterday."
"Oh." So that's why she was asking about our 'relationship'. She thought. Quickly processing this new information, she came to an important and significant conclusion. Unfortunately it was an incorrect one.
"Then that means I can go back to bed with Lord Aedan!"
"Sorry, Lady Elissa wants to see you."
Kallian groaned. "Can't it wait?"
"Afraid not. She was very specific."
"Ugh, fine, just let me put something on."
Yes I know it's a bit shot, but I have a valid excuse, I, possibly foolishly, decided to take Japanese this year, and let me tell you, it's like a whole other language or something. But to make up for it you get this:
Originally the opening scene was going to be a lemon. After much debate I decided it was out of character but on the other hand I thought it came out rather well. So I decided I would go ahead and post it anyway.
*Warning Adult-ish Content *
Kallian shifted herself around so that she was lying in his lap again, with his waist comfortably nestled between her legs. "You're a really nice guy, you know that, right? Too nice, sometimes."
Suddenly Kallian noticed something pressing against her thighs, and sent her lord a lecherous grin. "Ooh, what's this? It seems you've made a liar out of me, my lord. You want me to take care of that for you? I live to serve." The elf licked her lips hungrily.
Aedan shifted uncomfortably. "Kallian, you don't have to-"
The smirking elf slid down his body, making sure to get as much skin to skin contact as possible, and she also took extra care to make sure Aedan would feel her breasts press against his bare chest, separated only by the frustratingly thin fabric of her shift. She ended up with her body prone under the covers with her head just level with his groin, which was now even harder.
"Really, Kallian, this isn't necess-" Aedan was interrupted by the sensation of his pants being pulled down. "Er, Kallian, what are you doi- Maker's breath!" He groaned
Kallian really hoped she was doing this right. Although from what she had been told, as long as she didn't try to bite him or anything, there was no way Aedan wouldn't enjoy this. And if the sounds coming from him were any indication, she was doing it right.
"Kallian..." he said with a strained voice.
She stopped and regarded him with a quizzical expression as her head popped back into his field of view.
"Not that this doesn't feel amazing, but is there anything that I could… do to you?"
Kallian lowered her eyes a mumbled something indistinct.
"Pardon?"
"I said, 'You could rub my ears' i-if you wanted to." she whispered shyly.
Aedan crooked his head to the side in an inquiring look.
"I-it's an elf thing, okay?" she blushed "We have… very... sensitive ears." she offered by way of an explanation.
"So like…" he positioned his hands so that the tips of his fingers brushed along to outside edge and his thumbs rubbed the delicate points of her ears. "This?"
The young elf gasped, and her eyes nearly rolled back into her skull. "Y-yes." By the Maker, he was a natural.
"Ah, well… carry on, I suppose." he replied incredibly awkwardly. And with a wry smirk, she did, bobbing her head and twirling her tongue enthusiastically in the process. Aedan's hands gradually tightened around her ears as he approached release.
"Kallian, I'm going to..."
The elf redoubled her efforts.
"Aaaahh!" The Cousland's hands tightened almost painfully as he came right in her mouth.
Kallian looked up the young lord's blissful face as she grinned inwardly to herself, licked her lips and swallowed with an exaggerated gulping noise. "Was that to my lord's liking?" She said with a smirk.
"Kallian...that was...just, wow."
The elf looked away, suddenly feeling incredibly shy and awkward.
"Er, yeah, no problem. Hey Aedan, what-" Kallian blinked in disbelief and indignation as she noticed that Aedan had fallen asleep of all things!
"Hmph, men!" She had half a mind to go back to her room just so that he'd wake up to an empty bed in the morning. If only he wasn't so warm... Oh who am I kidding. She cuddled back into him and soon fell fast asleep.
The ear thing will probably put in an appearance in the actual story at some point. So if that bothers you (and I can't imagine why it would) then consider this to be a fair warning.
Anyway, that's all for now. Oh and I'd like to thank my new beta reader: the almost painfully modest 'Paragon of Awesomeness.'