"Of course I do," Cassandra said, slowly finding her voice. "Though perhaps I could have a moment first. You have left me somewhat winded."

"Certainly," Morrigan replied with a wry smile. "I shall take that as a compliment."

Nor did Morrigan mind the view while she waited. The sight of Cassandra's body in the firelight, naked and slick with sweat, was a delight. She couldn't help lazily running her fingers up and down its tight muscles and firm curves, enjoying the way Cassandra sighed in response.

A small part of her was worried she liked it a bit too much. After all, the Seeker was hardly the first comely person she had met, nor even that she had slept with. And yet, she had never been so entranced by any of her past partners. Surely it was a further sign of the creeping weakness that had been afflicting her. But what was to be done? Whatever spell this was, she was by now thoroughly under its power, and she might as well enjoy the benefits. Bending down, she closed her lips around a still swollen nipple, drawing an appreciative moan from Cassandra.

"M—Morrigan," the Seeker stammered, gripping at Morrigan's bare back, "I thought you wanted me to…"

"I do." She lifted her head up, letting Cassandra see the desire in her eyes. "It merely seemed so inviting that I could not help myself."

Her words seemed to inspire fresh energy in Cassandra, because the Seeker reached down and drew Morrigan up into her arms with little effort. She was impressively strong, and the thought of having that turned to her benefit made Morrigan's skin flush.

"You are quite inviting as well," Cassandra replied. "It's only… I'm not entirely sure what to do next."

Cassandra blushed at her confession but Morrigan merely ran a hand up her cheek, brushing back her sweaty hair. "Inexperience is nothing to be ashamed of. We all must learn at some point, and it will be my pleasure to show you."

In many different ways, I hope . As much as she had enjoyed satisfying Cassandra, there was no denying that now her own body required some attention. Fortunately, her lover's performance in the ruins gave her reason for optimism.

Kissing wasn't usually her favorite activity, but in this case, it was where she began. One reason was that Cassandra enjoyed it, but it was more than that. With the Seeker, Morrigan found she actually craved its intimacy, and as she slid her tongue along Cassandra's bottom lip, her body hummed in response. It simply felt right to be doing this, so natural to drink in the heat of Cassandra's mouth, to take hold of the back of her head and prolong their embrace.

Only when she had taken her fill did she let Cassandra go, and even then it was only to give her further instruction. "Go lower," she ordered, "And make sure your mouth makes many stops as you do. Men may be satisfied so long as you see to their cocks, but we women require a more thorough treatment, do we not?"

"I suppose we do," Cassandra agreed, her voice hitching most enjoyably. Morrigan relished the effect she was clearly having. If she was to be so enraptured with her new lover, it was well that the feeling was mutual.

She used her hands to keep giving directions, letting Cassandra know where to linger as she made her way down Morrigan's neck. At least at first. When the Seeker sucked on her pulse point, the mild pleasure of the first kisses turned into something sharper. Her facade of the calm teacher was evaporating, and the pressure of Cassandra's teeth followed by the soothing touch of her tongue was enough to make Morrigan shiver.

"A natural, I see," she gasped.

"It just feels right," Cassandra replied, sounding almost shy but also proud.

"Then by all means continue." Morrigan was failing to keep the need out of her voice, but she no longer cared. It was a sign of vulnerability, but she trusted Cassandra not to use it against her.

Cassandra's callused hands cupped her breasts, the touch making such concerns fade away. The Seeker was becoming more assertive than before, and when her thumbs brushed over the swollen points of Morrigan's nipples, she made no effort to stifle her moans. This was what she had wanted since that day in the ruins, and she was determined to enjoy every moment of it.

By the time Cassandra's mouth wandered down to her breasts, Morrigan was something of a mess. Her hips rocked urgently, seeking purchase against Cassandra's firm thigh, and her skin was coated with a fine sheen of sweat that had nothing to do with the fire. She had no idea why she was coming undone when Cassandra hadn't even ventured far yet, but the hedonist in her didn't care. She craved the Seeker's lips and tongue, needed them on every inch of her body, and she wasn't afraid of admitting it.

"Yes," she muttered, cupping the back of Cassandra's head and urging her to capture a plump nipple. "I want your mouth." 'Want' wasn't a strong enough word, but it was the best she could do. She had been dangerously close to saying 'please', and only her pride had prevented it.

Fortunately, she didn't need to beg. Cassandra drew her in, swirling her tongue in circles and applying steady, hot pressure. Morrigan raked her nails through the Seeker's short hair, desperately trying to keep her in place. The warmth was overwhelming, and the tip of her other breast ached against the cool air. It only took a soft squeeze over Cassandra's hand to remind her of its existence. She picked up the motion on her own, and Morrigan sighed with a mixture of relief and desire. Heat blossomed between her legs, and trails of wetness began sliding down her thighs.

Despite her earlier advice about lingering, she pushed gently on top of Cassandra's head. "Lower," she said, the word almost a plea instead of a command.

Cassandra did move lower, but not with her mouth. That stayed right where it was, pulling steadily with the occasional edge of teeth. One of her hands, however, began the short journey down Morrigan's stomach. The touch was light, almost a graze, but it still sent a shiver racing through her body. She gasped, and Cassandra looked up in surprise. "Morrigan?" she asked, brow creased with concern. "Is this all right?"

The worry on Cassandra's face should have annoyed her, but instead, she found it almost endearing. She dragged the Seeker into another kiss, clutching the back of her neck a little too tight. "Do not stop," she muttered into Cassandra's mouth, unwilling to break away for more than a moment. She hooked one of her knees around Cassandra's hip and tilted up, hoping her lover would take the hint and explore lower.

To her surprise, Cassandra didn't answer the wordless request. Her fingers teased, tracing back and forth between Morrigan's hips, lighting up a sensitive strip of skin. A shout of frustration and need burned in Morrigan's chest. When it grew too big to hold, she bit Cassandra's lower lip to stifle it, muscles tightening with anticipation. The throbbing between her legs was swiftly becoming unbearable. She needed motion, contact, the stretch of Cassandra's fingers pushing inside her. Lust was nothing new to her, but she hadn't known it was possible to feel so empty.

She couldn't stand waiting a moment longer. While Cassandra re-learned her throat and collarbone, Morrigan reached between their bodies, lacing their fingers together and dragging them down. Cassandra drew in a hitched breath at the contact, and she knew the Seeker had felt her wetness. "That is because of you," she said, trying for a seductive purr and ending up with a mere whisper instead. "I need you to take me..." She hesitated, trembling with indecision until her need won out over her dignity. " Please ."

Cassandra pulled back, but only to unweave their fingers. They returned a moment later, and Morrigan shuddered as they skimmed over the sensitive bud of her clit. Cassandra had found it without any guidance, and perhaps through a happy accident, she had discovered a delightful stroke as well. Morrigan gave a moan of encouragement, winding her leg tighter and offering more access. "Tell me if I'm doing this right," Cassandra murmured beside her cheek, almost placing a kiss there.

Morrigan's inner walls pulsed, and more heat slid out to ease the movement of Cassandra's fingertips as they glided back and forth. "You could not possibly do it wrong. Just don't stop."

Cassandra didn't. Instead, she sped up, experimenting with circles, and Morrigan couldn't keep her eyes open. Her head lolled back as she lost herself in the sensations. The tip of her clit held most of her attention, but it was Cassandra's warm, solid weight on top of her and the soft breaths against her neck that had weakened Morrigan defenses. She had no idea why she needed this, needed Cassandra so badly, but she was in no position to question it.

Instead, she simply clung on tighter. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles along Cassandra's back, and her leg pressed down harder against the Seeker's rear. She was unwilling to risk Cassandra pulling away from her. Not now, when her body was screaming out for more of Cassandra's touches, and especially not when she was so close to the release she craved.

There was just one more thing she wanted, and she spread her legs further in the hopes that Cassandra would realize what it was. Cassandra, however, seemed oblivious to the gesture, continuing to circle the sensitive point of Morrigan's clit. It felt sublime, but there was still that aching emptiness inside her, and so Morrigan mustered what words she could. "Cassandra." She knew her voice was little more than a whimper, but as long as it got her what she needed, she no longer cared what she sounded like. "Fuck me."

A confused look passed over Cassandra's face. "I thought I was."

"No." It was hard to speak with the Seeker's fingers still resting on her clit, but she did her best. "Inside of me."

"Oh." Cassandra blushed. I'm sorry, I didn't realize…"

"There is no need," she gasped. "Just take me. Now."

There was perhaps an edge in her voice, but at least Cassandra got the message. Her fingers brushed back through Morrigan's slick folds, but instead of sliding up to her clit, now they trailed down, seeking out her entrance. When two of them pushed into her, Morrigan couldn't help but scream. She was so wet that the penetration was easy enough, but there was something primal about Cassandra filling her that way, something that she had been craving ever since that day in ruins, and perhaps even longer than that.

At first, Cassandra was slow, sliding her fingers deeper inside carefully, probing but not yet thrusting. It felt good, certainly, but it wasn't enough. The pressure had built to an overwhelming level, and Morrigan, wanted, needed more. Her hips pushed against Cassandra's hand, and her breath came in sharp gasps. "Please ," she said again, the word getting easier with each repetition. "Harder."

Finally, Cassandra seemed to get the message. Her fingers pushed deeper, and at the same time, her mouth captured Morrigan's with a fierce energy that matched her own need. Now that Cassandra knew what to do, she was relentless, pumping in and out, driving Morrigan closer to the edge with each stroke. Even though the stimulation was less focused than before, it was somehow even better. Morrigan had been hungry for the feel of Cassandra's strength unleashed on her, and all she could do now was clutch tightly to her lover and enjoy it.

And then Cassandra curled her fingers. They pressed against Morrigan's swollen front wall, and any remaining threads of her self-control snapped. Her body thrashed, but Cassandra's other hand was wrapped around her back and it held her in place, while the other kept pushing against that sensitive spot deep inside of her.

Jolts of pleasure spread to every corner of her being, and she cried out the Seeker's name over and over again. Her climax was going on longer than any she could remember, and Cassandra's hand was a sticky mess, but her dark eyes stayed fixed on Morrigan while she kept thrusting. The reverent look there was enough to inspire fresh pulses to spill out of Morrigan. It was almost more than she could bear, and yet she couldn't bring herself to make Cassandra stop. It was just too good.

"Maker's breath," Cassandra whispered as Morrigan's body finally went slack. "You look so beautiful doing that."

She started to slide her fingers out, but Morrigan grabbed her wrist before she could. Even though she was too spent for more at the moment, she wasn't willing to give up that sense of fullness that she had wanted so badly. "Not yet. Stay inside me."

Cassandra only nodded, laying back down on top of Morrigan. Her muscular frame was heavy, but the weight was somehow reassuring, a reminder that this was more solid than an ensorcelled dalliance to be ashamed of once the spell had worn off. This was a more durable sort of enchantment, and one that was proving to be far more to Morrigan's taste.

By the time they were completely finished with each other, the night was half done. Though they were curled up by the fire beneath their blankets, neither Cassandra nor her new lover had fallen asleep yet. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been so thoroughly sated, but more than that, she was content. It wasn't a feeling Cassandra was used to, and it made her a bit uncomfortable.

"It is strange," she said, running a languid hand over the curve of Morrigan's belly. "To feel so, dare I say it, happy. Look at the sky." She cocked her head in the direction of the angry, green gash of the Breech. "Corypheus still plots to unmake the world, and yet right now, it scarcely seems important."

Morrigan nuzzled back against her breasts, her hair tickling the sensitive skin. "'Tis odd, I agree. But not entirely unexpected."

"You expected this?"

The surprise in her voice produced a small laugh. "Not for us, no. But… When I travelled with the Warden in the days of the Blight, I had ample opportunity to observe the way that she interacted with Leliana. At the time, I thought their happiness most peculiar, and somewhat inappropriate, especially given what we faced. Now, I think that I understand it somewhat better."

At the mention of the spymaster's name, Cassandra remembered something. "You remind me," she said, bending over to her pack. "I have a gift for you. Or for us, perhaps. Leliana gave it to me."

"Leliana?" Morrigan asked, eyes narrowed with suspicion as Cassandra pulled out the non-descript wooden box. "It seems she was even more invested in the outcome of our evening together than I thought."

"She might be at that," Cassandra agreed, handing the box over to Morrigan. "Although in this case, she was only passing along the gift. Originally, it came from Dagna. There was a note as well, although it was somewhat cryptic."

Morrigan didn't seem interested in said note, instead simply taking the lid off the box. The two of them gazed inside, but in the flickering light of the fire, Cassandra wasn't sure precisely what she was looking at. It was about the length of her hand, made of leather and etched into its surface were a series of lyrium runes she didn't have the expertise to interpret. There was something odd about its shape though. Cylindrical, but not quite, thicker near the ends, it almost resembled…

Cassandra's eyes widened and her cheeks started to turn a deep shade of red. "Maker," she gasped. "It looks like a…"

"Yes. A phallus." Morrigan was as non-pulsed as Cassandra was unsettled, reaching into the box and taking the object out. She turned it over in her hands, examining the lyrium runes more closely. "Fascinating. The craftsmanship is quite impressive. I believe the enchantment follows a rather ancient design, perhaps elven, but adapted in some way…"

"I know little of such things," Cassandra blurted out, her discomfort leaping back to the surface. "I was more concerned as to what its purpose might be."

"I should think that would be obvious," Morrigan replied. A bit of her usual condescension crept back into her voice, though Cassandra couldn't help but find it charming. "'Tis meant for sex."

"I had figured out that much," she said defensively. "I know I am not the most experienced in these matters, but that shape is certainly suggestive enough. I only meant, how does it work?"

Morrigan took a second look at the runes, and while she studied them, Cassandra realized that her heart was beating a little bit faster, excitement mixing in with her embarrassment. This gift was strange and somewhat inappropriate, but it was also intriguing, and couldn't the same be said of so much of what had transpired between her and Morrigan?

At last, Morrigan had completed her study and she held up the shaft to Cassandra's gaze. "I believe that this part," she said, indicating a short, thick bulb on one end, "Goes inside the wearer, holding it place. And the other is used to pleasure one's lover."

"That makes sense." The heat was rising in her cheeks again, but also lower in Cassandra's body. She wasn't sure who Dagna had intended to wear it, but she was finding the idea of taking Morrigan in such a way was compelling. "I have heard of such devices in some of the more… salacious stories I have read," she admitted. "But this one is enchanted. For what purpose?"

"The magic helps to hold the device in place, but more importantly, it is designed to transmit sensation. To let the wearer feel as if they were actually performing the acts in question with a part of their own body."

To feel as if I were actually inside of her? Cassandra had never considered such a device before tonight, but now, its appeal was undeniable. The feeling of her fingers sliding into Morrigan had been wonderful, and she couldn't but be curious what this would be like.

"I think I am spent," she finally said. "But I would be… open to trying it at some later time. If you were as well, of course.

"At some later time?" Morrigan raised an eyebrow suggestively. "I take it you are interested in doing this again?"

Cassandra took the toy from Morrigan and set it down into its box, before wrapping her lover in her arms once more and guiding them back down into the warmth of the blankets. "I am," she said, running her fingers through the witch's hair. "Very much so."