The faint trail of magic was unquestionably real, and that cast away any doubts Morrigan had left. What was her dear warden doing exactly, sneaking off to play with magic without her? The ebony-haired witch worried her bottom lip, pondering, her molten-gold eyes searing the tree line as if her will alone might fetch her leader. Reality did not yield to her, and after waiting a few minutes for Amell to come back from wherever he'd wandered to, it didn't seem he'd be returning anytime soon. Sighing heavily, she adjusted her supply pouches, making sure she had whatever she might need for any unpleasant encounters in the woods, and took off in the direction of the faint magical aura.
She wasn't going after him because she was worried about him, nor because she loved him and cared about his well-being. She repeated that reassurance to herself in her mind, but even so, her heart was racing. Even the most experienced Grey Warden could be caught off guard by Darkspawn if the situation went wrong, and as much as she admired his true, raw power, Amell was mortal. The area they were currently camping in was riddled with those tainted creatures, so common that it was quite easy to stumble across an ambush purely by accident, even with Grey Warden blood.
With each step, she felt a slight surge of regret. She'd pushed Amell away. It was her fault he felt the need to escape, to get away from camp. It was a selfish aspect of her, but being tender and vulnerable was more terrifying than anything Flemeth might do to her. When she laid underneath the warden, when he curled his fingers in her hair, ran his mouth along her neck and kissed her, she felt it. That cursed L word.
Sighing softly, Morrigan clutched her staff tighter in her right hand as she moved, a fire in her left palm casting light around her, banishing the shadows and creating others. The flickering flame enhanced the blackness of the night, even as it illuminated her path forward, but she had never been one to fear the dark. Even if she had been, her journey did not take long.
She found the source of the magic: a fade portal, shimmering silently before her like a doorway between the trees. Confusion flooded her. She took note of the ritualistic set-up of various small trinkets here and there, the big bundle of lyrium strewn out. Then, realizing this was no true obstacle and that she still had to pursue her leader, the witch stepped into the portal.
Morrigan almost didn't believe what she saw, yet the image would be seared into her mind for the rest of her time with this man. The fade quivered eerily, unreal around them. They were back in the Circle of Magi for some reason, and Amell was there all right, and he was playing around with SOMETHING as she'd suspected, but of all things she never would have considered this was what she'd find. As always, her body shivered at the sight of him. The dark, glossy curls, the vivid blue eyes so beautiful she always found herself lost in them; but those eyes were not set upon her.
Instead, the mage was getting his cock sucked by another woman - if she c ould even be called that. A Desire Demon was not even a mortal - but Amell didn't seem to care about that. He almost seemed fond of the monster. Clutching the bitch's horns, occasionally caressing them in a borderline loving fashion, he pounded his way into the back of her throat. The wet, sloppy noises as her throat was turned into a fuckhole were abhorrent, more so because Amell never , ever looked at her the way he looked at that demon, but then again, Morrigan had never used her mouth like that.
Proving the rumored nature of her kind, the Desire Demon seemed to serve Amell exactly as he wished, striking his every weak spot with her tongue. The wet noises as she slurped and rolled her tongue around him was obscene. The warden's entire shaft was soaked with her spit, and she eagerly worked her head up and down it, as if she had no concept of a gag reflex. What little her mouth didn't cover she used her tits for instead, with masterful ease she worked her immense chest, tongue, and throat up and down Amell, making his dick hers, enjoying every inch he had to offer, every drop of cum. The Warden thrusted forward, filling her throat with the entirety of his dick, knocking against the far back. The Desire Demon made filthy noises, and her throat bobbed and quivered, but she didn't pull away. Her eyes gleamed, black with desire.
Morrigan wanted to turn away but found she couldn't. Self-loathing filled her. She'd denied the Warden sex, and so he'd turned to a demon. She wasn't sure whose weakness she despised more, that which drove her to push him away, or that which drove him to seek the touch of something so foul and unwelcome in her own world. Making deals with demons was not something to do lightly, especially not for sex. But she had a feeling there was something at play here that was old, and that she couldn't understand.
With a deep groan, Amell dumped himself in her throat, pulling the demon away from him after a few short, steady thrusts. Thick strings of his cum ran down her chin, onto her tassel-covered nipples and the round rise of her breasts. She licked every drop up, making sure to not waste anything, an absolute fiend for the stuff...
"Do you want some more, my sweet?" The Desire Demon purred, lifting her cum-soaked breasts to wrap around the base of his shaft once more.
"Mmm," Amell nodded mutely, his answer vague.
"Aww, my poor, heartbroken master. The audacity of that frigid woman to leave you with such a lonely cock... Let me soothe your ailing heart with my body~" The Desire Demon's voice took on a sharp, hissing edge as she climbed up the warden's form, pressing her tits and shapely body into the robed man. He caressed her body, staring down at the demon with genuine affection, as if she were an adequate stand-in.
She wanted to interfere, to make it stop- but she felt trapped in place, frozen. She wanted to cry out to Amell, to demand that she stop this, this instant - that he only look at her. There was no need for a demon... but then she realized the demoness was doing this intentionally; for the briefest of moments, the demoness flicked her gaze over, and she smirked right at Morrigan.
Morrigan felt a rush of panic, the challenge in the demon's bright eyes noticeably clear "Come and get him, if you dare." If she didn't do something, if she turned away, she might really lose the Warden forever, and to a sex demon of all things... It had been weeks of constant denial since she'd turned Amell away after he'd been unbearably loving towards her. So loving she'd felt like his feelings were so vast they might crush her... but the feelings tearing through her now, despicable arousal and intoxicating jealousy, were far more unbearable. She wouldn't be able to face him again if she did not reveal herself and show that she was a worthy woman who was certainly not afraid of demons; so thinking, the dark-haired mage exhaled slowly, gathering her robes about herself. She walked out, and appeared from behind the strange, floating stone she'd been hiding behind, already out of breath and anxious for many different reasons. She wasn't used to not having control of her emotions, but at this point she had to make her feelings known.
Morrigan's will burst out of her. She gasped out, "S-Stop! Enough! Haven't you had enough?"
The Warden's head slowly turned, his expression one of cool, mute shock. He hadn't expected her to find out about his little pet like this, and yet he also was rock-hard and ready for more, the two sides of him were battling it out.
"Don't look at me like that," The Warden scowled, "you're the one who told me you didn't want us anymore."
"And you're the one who accepted it and went off to-"
"Uh-uh-uh, let's not fight my dears," The Desire Demon purred, "The time for fighting is surely over. We're all here, together, for a reason... Let me show you a better path."
She opened her mouth to refuse, but Amell was already nodding. Morrigan scowled at him. "You cannot be serious..."
The Desire Demon looked her right in the eyes and smiled. "You're jealous, and you're wet, and you're afraid of your love for him. I can read your desires as easily as if they were written out on your pretty, perfect face, my dear. So how about we skip the part where you pretend you're mad, and we get to the part where you prove just how far you're willing to go for him. The same way he has for you.
Amell stared at the demon, shocked. "Inethera, there was no need for all that..."
The violet-eyed woman shrugged. "I only spoke the truth."
Her words echoed in Morrigan's mind. She wished she'd never heard them, but this so-called "Inethera" was right. She truly hadn't realized how soaking wet she was. What kind of strange woman was she? She didn't want to lose him, but it was obvious this demon... somehow meant something to him. She wasn't sure what that meant...
Morrigan glanced back and forth between the pair, her dark locks falling across her gold eyes. She seemed almost tortured. Seeing the demon sitting in his lap like that, his cock in her pussy, she wanted to rip the woman off and replace her, and at the same time, the tiniest sliver of her wanted to keep watching.
"If you stop this, you're just running away," Amell admitted, furrowing his brows. "The way Flemeth is a part of you... she is a part of me..." And that being said, he made his choice. Gripping the Desire Demon's hips, he started thrusting up into her demon cunt. It must've been exquisite because his face became an obscene mask.
"I don't know what any of this means, but I won't run. I won't turn you away. I'm sorry, Amell... truly. T'was not my goal to ever get complicated feelings for you..." He stared back at her. His eyes were the biggest reason she fell for him. They were so full of love for her right now, even as he was being ridden by another being. That was remarkable, wasn't it? That he'd mastered this demon, that he could split her cunt open with his cock while thinking about Morrigan... He would never leave her for a demon. That had never been an option.
Finally forsaking her reluctance, Morrigan closed the distance between her and the pair. The Desire Demon purred when she got close, leaning forward to taste the human woman. She should've hated it, but it felt insufferably amazing when the Desire Demon's fair lips traced along her throat, teasing like petals across her skin. Every touch was like lightning, setting her nerves on fire. Her infernal violet eyes never wavered, and neither did her insufferable, knowing smile. She knew Morrigan enjoyed her touch, including the feeling of her large, warm breasts on hers.
Morrigan quickly grew annoyed, ignoring the demoness and leaning up to kiss her beloved warden. His lips sealed against hers with a burning intensity they both felt. Their hands explored each other's bodies, and Morrigan wasn't surprised when the warden began to strip her robes off her frame, leaving her porcelain, curvy body completely naked. The Desire Demon, meanwhile, continued to ride him.
The slick noise of his dick slamming into that nasty demon pussy was both a turn-on and an annoyance. She wanted to get involved too, had to. Deepening the kiss so that their tongues twined, she stared into her lover's eyes, and reached down. Her fingertips briefly brushed the molten heat of Inethera's entrance, and she nearly gasped at just how hot and wet this little monster was for her master. Amell's cock had made a mess of this demon's cunt, ruined it... she was dripping all over the place. Ignoring that, Morrigan drifted her hand even lower, grasping the swollen sack, twitching, and aching, ready to release its seed. Amell groaned, his upward thrusts gaining speed as she stimulated his sack with her soft, smooth fingers, rolling the hot flesh around in her hand.
"Mm, the sooner you dump your load in her, the sooner you get to put it in me..."
Inethera made a pleased sound. "Yes! Yes! Dump it out inside me!" The Demon tightened her pelvic muscles, smooth stomach flexing as she rolled and bucked on top of the fat shaft, really working it in deep. "Spray my womb with your human cum! Do it, do it!" That beautiful voice saying such lewd things made both human mages hot with unspoken excitement.
Amell drove himself into her beautiful, trembling body, and met eyes with Morrigan as she squeezed, rubbed, milked his sticky member... then he was cumming. His eyes slid shut, and he made his tell-tale gasping groan. Seconds later, Inethera's womanhood was overflowing with the abundant amount of spunk her warden had to offer. The demon only grew more frenzied. Where other women might take the sensitivity of the dick inside her in mind, she merely wanted more - knowing it was still hard, she continued to ride Amell with even more vigor, her tits bouncing in the air.
Morrigan deepened the kiss, using her other hand to help the process along. She gripped the base of his cock and helped drive him more steadily into the slobbery hole it was sealed in. Amell, face stained red, shook his head as if to clear it, stabbing upward with his hips. His cum was all over the place... and then he was cumming again.
Satisfied, the Desire Demon slumped on top of him, her arms twining around his shoulders as she nuzzled into the kiss, her own tongue snaking into the mix. Morrigan made a disgusted noise, and broke away, ripping her hand off as well. She wanted Amell, this bitch was awfully touchy...
"Tis quite selfish of your little pet to not understand her place. Surely, she knows how to share..."
The witch was, of course, referring to the fact that her warden was still rock-hard and ready for more, yet Inethera made no move to clamber off of him. Amell, stroking the demon on the horns, got her off with ease. With a nasty noise, his load started spilling out all over the ground and her thighs. The mage man put his arms around Morrigan, drawing her close.
"You're going to get your turn. I promise. For the rest of your life, if you'll allow it..."
The crude, yet romantic, oath made her heart race.
"...So long as this isn't an everyday occurrence." She nodded toward the third being present, and a fit of paranoia filled her. It was so senseless, but she was worried he would one day permanently swap her out for this monster. She had to take all his firsts, give him everything, so that he never felt the urge to turn to another again.
Morrigan swallowed as she remembered a request he'd made, and she'd denied with intense fire... Now, thinking about it, she wanted to give that first to him... part of her was afraid that he'd already done it with Inethera, but no, she remembered his words from the past: 'I want to... put it in your arse. It's not the crude, abhorrent thing you might think it is. It'll be my first time too.'
She'd cast it off as crude and animal, but now... "Amell..." The Witch had one of her rare blushes. He stared at her in utter fascination.
"Y-Yes? Anything you want, it's yours."
"Ughh, lovestruck human idiot," his pet scowled, but Morrigan ignored her.
"I want you... to take my other hole for the first time. M-my arse..."
At that, both the Desire Demon and Amell fell quiet.
Amell blinked, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe it, then he smiled - a huge, warm smile that melted her icy insides. She'd regretted it the second she offered it, but his obvious joy cast away whatever doubt she had left. Her pussy throbbed. She'd never had anything in her ass, not even a finger...
Amell nodded slowly. "O-okay..." He pointed to a part of the Fade-like mage quarters, particularly a bed. They fell upon it, kissing once more, and Morrigan had a shiver of anticipation as she felt herself turned away, the warden's fingers reaching down, peeling her round cheeks apart. "Such a beautiful ass..." He whispered, and his thumb teased against the wrinkly little hole, "Inethera... come here. Get her ready."
Morrigan was half-horrified when the demon joined them on the bed. Hungry to taste her, the curvy, beautiful monster crawled close, and obeyed orders at once. Her long tongue snaked out to taste.
"W-What are you-?! A-Amell, don't you dare-"
"Relax, my love," Amell purred against her ear, his deep, thrumming voice melodic to her hungry mind. She rubbed herself back into him, gasping, and obeyed. Getting her asshole licked was like nothing she'd ever felt. An entirely new, exciting experience she wouldn't soon forget. Amell played with her nipples while the demon scraped her tongue along the insides of her anal passage, coating it with a slick layer of saliva, and then backing away.
"She's ready..." Inethera moaned, clearly excited to see what was coming next.
Grunting, Amell kissed Morrigan again. "On your hands and knees, babe... I'll be gentle, I promise."
A few moments later, Morrigan was on her hands and knees on the fake, illusionary bed. The madness of sex in the fade with a demon present was no longer of concern to her. She was sacrificing a part of herself she never had before... Right behind her, Amell's cock was pressing closer and closer, pushing toward her virgin entrance. He squeezed her hips for easy positioning, and then his cockhead pushed up against her back hole. She gasped as the first inch began to push into her slick, well-prepped ass.
"Oh, oh fuck," Morrigan moaned, grasping at the sheets. The demon clapped her hands in delight, the motion causing her lovely, tassel-covered tits to bounce.
"Don't resist... just let it happen. Calm yourself, I'm going to make you feel good, Morrigan, I promise." Her entire body was amped up with anxiety and excitement, but his deep, steady words soothed her shot nerves. Her anal muscles eased their tight grip, and her arse began to greedily swallow every inch he had to offer. He gave her four, then halted, letting her get used to the stretch, easing his hips in small circles to spread and help the process along. It felt good when he rolled his crotch into her, like he was rearranging her guts, and he wasn't even finished shoving himself inside. He'd felt formidable in her pussy, impossibly large when in her backend.
Morrigan wasn't sure what she expected, but it wasn't this. The penetration of her backend wasn't painful the way she thought it would be - the muscles strained, trying to stretch around Amell's hot cock, but when the Warden whispered sweet, soothing nothings in her ear, she found it remarkably easy to let her body relax. The rest of his cock began to slide into her ass steadily, the Desire Demon's spit an adequate lubricant.
She bit her lip, eyes rolling as she focused on the hard cock paving its way into her ass, plugging her up hot and tight. She'd never ever used it, but Amell was right - it was not the abhorrent act she thought it was. The stretch and give, the hot, swollen feeling, was well worth it. She moaned, her clit aching, dripping down herself.
'Oh-oh, oh yesss. Curse this feeling, it's so good… This feeling of being stuffed, this fullness…'
After one more harsh thrust, he was finally fully lodged inside. It was so different from the way she usually had sex, but Morrigan was turned on. Beyond turned on. Behind her, Amell's heavy breathing and groans drove her even wilder. Oh, the beautiful mage man was completely undone by her arse! The sounds he was making right now, she'd never heard them, and they hadn't even started fucking yet!
He was gentle as can be, yet his hands roamed eagerly, stroking along the curves of her body, tasting every inch of available flesh. He shifted their position, gripping her wrists, so that she was squatting on top of his cock, her arms held in the air. The Desire Demon's eyes burned as she watched her master explore his other half, yet she wasn't jealous, she merely observed the pair of humans with complete and utter fascination, crouching closer on her hands and knees so she could get a better look at Morrigan's sphincter straining around his thick, pale shaft.
Amell's grunts were adorable. He usually restrained himself when in her pussy, like he didn't want her to see him like the rest of the barbarian men of Ferelden, but he lost all of that restraint while fucking her ass. He panted and grunted and groaned like a bronto, beginning to buck ever faster. Morrigan bit her bottom lip, and, inhaling deeply, shifted back to thrust all on her own, eager for a pounding.
Her insides were spread open, and the voyeuristic Desire Demon crept so close her breath began to brush against the dark curls of Morrigan's glistening womanhood. "She's so wet… for an anal virgin, she sure seems to love it."
"W-What are you trying to - NNH! -" Morrigan's sharp reply was cut off by a few harsh, desperate thrusts, Amell silencing her with his urgency to mate. He completely ignored the demon's comment, pushing his sweaty forehead into her neck, plastering their slick skin together. The slippery sounds of their crotches becoming one was surely going to echo in her fantasies in every lonely night to come for the rest of her life… and she'd never admit it, but the searing irises of the Desire Demon only stoked the embers of her desire, pushing her body into a terrifying frenzy there were few words to describe. She felt like a female dog in heat, so desperate to get satisfied - relief calling out to her with belly throbs, shivers up her spine.
Her knees weakened as she bit her lip. She'd claimed she'd never let a man take this hole, but as her so-called "exit" was pounded open, her insides never the same, she wondered how she'd be able to convince Amell to do this again without admitting how much she loved it. The burning stretch, the humiliation, the odd, satisfying sensation as she was stuffed when he thrust in, and the otherworldly satisfaction as he dragged himself out, her hole stretched and eased open, muscles letting out a wet sound, made it all the better.
As Amell drove himself deep into her arse, nuzzling at the back of her neck like a milk-starved kitten, Morrigan nearly laughed as she realized how foolish she'd been to ever doubt her cherished warden. His spirit was not like all the others, neither was his love - the proof of his raw affection was in the wet slick currently coating the insides of her ass, streams of her juices dripping from her soaked womanhood.
All thoughts of laughter fled when, crouched before her, Inethera began to hungrily lap at her clit and entrance.
"W-What do you think you're doing? Get your pet off me," Morrigan half-hissed, half-moaned, as the horned creature's tongue stroked and swirled around her swollen clit, before the demon dipped her head, gathering up as much of the human woman's juices with her long, fiendish tongue as she could. She sneered up at Morrigan, and her burning violet gaze, jet black pupils flared, fixed on the mage making Morrigan's coherent thought process impossible.
The robed man ignored her pleas for assistance, instead biting at her shoulder and holding her more firmly in place. "Be good," He ordered, "she just wants to try it."
"Try it? I'm not some plaything, Amell, I'm- o-oh fuck, what in the world..?"
Morrigan's thoughts trailed off as the first shocks of pleasure began to fill her. The demon was no longer just teasing her tongue, but instead applying it firmly. Eyes locked on Morrigan's, ignoring her disdain for the act, the demoness latched onto her sex and began to suck and lick with monstrous desperation. The sounds were totally obscene and combined with the feeling of the dick in her ass, she lost control.
Morrigan's eyes shot wide, her lips fell open, and an orgasm rocked through her pale, curvy form. She almost cried at the pure shock of ecstasy, because even though she was shuddering violently with the sheer sign of being at the edge, her so-called lovers did not stop their ministrations. Her body, burning with desire, soaked with sweat, pulsed, and throbbed as she was driven from one orgasm, straight into another…
"Mmn, Morrigan, I love you," Amell gasped into her ear, making hungrier, animal noises, his strong fingers grasping at the pale moons of her ass as he plunged his way in and out, his hips a pale flash, robes drifting in the Fade's strange, empty breeze.
Usually those words would turn her off, but it wasn't like that this time. Instead, his affection weaved even more pleasure into his actions, his deep voice echoing in her head. Unlike with other men, there was no way for her to doubt his love for her, that was why the powerful mage man scared her so much. He was so brutally honest, so raw and forward with his emotions when it came to her, so willing to destroy the world to achieve his goals. Morrigan didn't say those three words back to him, but she relaxed, slumping against her lover's big, broad frame, as her entire world went white, an orgasm making her toes curl. She writhed and bucked, her clit pulsing like it was alive.
"H-harder Amell... I want to be split open even more... give it to me, my warden..."
Panting against the back of her neck, he nodded. Leaving soft kisses on her clit, Inethera abandoned Morrigan's pussy, and instead chose to clamber behind the tall, robed mage. He didn't seem particularly shocked when the demoness moved her face against his ass, placing kisses on the cheeks. Morrigan gasped, she'd never done anything like that with him... Amell grunted as the Desire Demon began to lick his arsehole, coating it with a layer of saliva and easing the muscle in. She thought such a thing might revolt him, but once again destroying her expectations of him, the rimjob only made Amell fuck her even harder. As he pounded away with reckless abandon, Inet tongued his anal cavity as if it were hers, rolling the digit around. The lewd, slurping noises were obscene.
"Nnn, Inethera, just like that, fuck... M-Morrigan, you're tightening up around me..." Amell moaned into her ear, and despite the fact that he was moaning for another woman, Morrigan only felt her excitement grow. Her own clit was alive with the saliva of that monstrous woman. She knew just what it was capable of. Amell had the cutest face as he plunged into her back end.
Morrigan reached down, fumbling with her clit, her cunt suddenly shockingly empty. With her free hand, she slid two fingers deep into herself, rocking into them, and then into the fat shaft gaping her ass. "M-More, more," She moaned, totally losing herself. There was something so fucking sexy about knowing there was a tongue in her lover's ass while he thrust into her that made her ache deep inside. This - this was true ecstasy.
The three entered an easy rhythm. As Amell marked her ass as his own, one of the only parts he'd never claimed thus far, the Desire Demon teased her tongue into his ass, causing him to thrust even harder, and the entire time, Morrigan rolled her hips back with eager glee, rubbing her clit up and down, guiding herself toward the orgasm that lingered at the end of her mind. With a loud groan, Amell came suddenly. A fat load of cum exploded inside her, soaking her inner passages, but he wasn't close to being done. Morrigan gasped when the Desire Demon leaned her horned head forward, gathering up the drops of semen that dripped down from her split backend.
She collapsed onto her knees, her asshole throbbing, tears of bliss soaking her cheeks. "W-Warden, I've never felt anything like that..." For his part, the warden lay on his back, breathing heavily. The surreal quarters of the Circle hummed around them, Inet nuzzling both of their bodies, as if eager to be pet or touched. Morrigan was loath to do anything more with the woman.
Amell sat up slightly, just his chest, and stared at her intensely. "I need more... Let me make you feel even better. Let us both." He nodded his head toward the Desire Demon and pulled Morrigan on top of him... she did not resist, dragging her nipples across his chest. He was still so hard for her, such a formidable man. His long, stiff shaft pressed up against her sopping wet pussy.
"You must've been so lonely here with my cock in your arse, you're absolutely drenched..." Amell whispered, his tattooed face spread into a teasing grin, he seemed so smug - and somehow, his annoying attitude just turned her on even more. He had a reason to be smug about this. She'd get him for it later - there were things she had to show him too.
For now, she was going to milk his cock with her womanhood. That was all that mattered. Smirking down at him, she dug her nails into his naked chest, and worked every inch of his cock in as deep as possible, doing so with ease. She had been lonely, it was true- she came on the way down, shuddering and squeezing all over his dick. This was familiar... it eased away some of the frayed energy she felt regarding the virginity she'd just passed away in such a startling way. When he was in her pussy, she felt so damn safe... this, this feeling of fullness, his cockhead knocking against her womb, this was why Morrigan had wanted to cast the warden aside. Because she couldn't live without it.
Likely, it didn't make sense to anyone but her. The horror of the Warden dying, or turning away from her, especially for that whore bard, ruined her every peaceful moment when they were apart. She thought about him in a capacity that she'd never thought about anyone. So, she pushed him away. It didn't even make sense to her, but somehow, she felt safer when she pretended what she felt for him wasn't love, that she didn't need him. But feeling him inside her now, throbbing, and ready to drench her womb with all his love, she realized how absurd it all was -
"You both are just soooo cute," Inethera purred, and the Desire Demon raised a hand, sliding two fingers into her well-used backend. The penetration from both sides made Morrigan's head go white for a moment. She hated the intrusion yet welcomed it... Amell smirked at her. Determined to wipe his smug expression off his face, she began to push herself up and down, taking him with far more grace than that damn demon had.
Their eyes didn't leave each other. For every swift motion down, Amell matched, pushing his cock upward. They drove their bodies towards each other with well-practiced, loving ease... made strange only by the additional intrusion of a pair of fingers rapidly pushing in and out of her anus. Compared to his cock, Inethera's fingers were slender and far more dexterous, hitting strange spots in her backend that shouldn't have felt so good. The dual sensation of having both her holes used was overwhelming, especially when Amell sealed their mouths together, tangling his tongue with hers.
Golden eyes full of softness, Morrigan pulled away, a string of saliva glistening between their mouths. "W-Warden, you're mine, twould not do this for anyone except for you..."
Smiling, he cupped her cheeks."I'll never leave you. I'm yours, Morrigan. Until the very end."
And she believed it as he filled her up completely, stroking her cheeks, then moving up to trail his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and bathed in the sensations. Let all conscious thoughts drift away. All that existed was the Fade, Amell, his pet, and her - their bodies merging together. Skin on skin, glistening slick, and cum...
"M-Morrigan, cumming!" Amell whispered, and his sack flexed as he painted her insides, this time her womb. His seed traveled deep, coating every inch of her with its lovely heat. When the thick ropes hit her insides, Morrigan came too. She'd lost track of how many climaxes had overtaken her. Shuddering and tossing her head, the witch played with her breasts and rode as quickly as she could, short, harsh, circular motions, dragging as much of his cum out as she could manage... and right when she thought the blistering heat couldn't rise anymore, the Desire Demon reached around, and rubbed Morrigan's clitoris, at the same time continuing to thrust both her fingers in her ass.
Screaming, Morrigan fell apart completely. She couldn't count how many times she came after that, all she knew was that Amell's face as he watched her cum was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen: he was entirely entranced by her, his wonderful blue eyes glimmering. They kissed like they never would again, tasting every inch of each other's mouth, their sticky crotches plunging against one another. It was never enough... their desire was endless, the gentle, teasing touch of Inethera a constant guest.
At some point, everything went black...
Morrigan woke up on Amell's back. Despite being a mage, he took his physical health and strength very seriously. Sometimes he even chose to wear armor in battle, the kind of mage confident with his body entirely. Draped across his back now, it seemed like she didn't weigh anything to him. The Fade's version of the Circle of Magi was gone, replaced by the dark forests near their camp, the frosty night air. Reality.
She loved being carried on his back, though she'd never admit it. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she snuggled close.
He had the dopiest grin in the world. "That wasn't an illusion, in case you were wondering. Everything we did, everything I said... it was real. I love you, Morrigan. I'll never leave you. Even if you run away from what we have... I'll chase you till the ends of the earth."
In the past, she would've shuddered with dread at such pure passion, but it was exactly what she needed to satisfy her fears. Even if she hurt him, even if she ran away from her emotions, he would always be there... for a Witch like her, there could be no greater assurance than that. Somehow, the darkspawn infested forests felt welcome to her right now. Then she realized why. Even though she could handle a darkspawn attack. The Warden made her feel safe, far safer than even her own magic did.
"I... I love you too," Morrigan said quietly. So quietly the warden wasn't even sure if he'd heard her correctly.
The mage scratched the back of his head. "Hey... did I just hear you say what I think you did?"
"Hmm? Sorry, I'm nodding off. Wasn't planning on roaming around in the forest tonight," the dark-haired mage replied coyly, trying not to smirk too obviously.
"N-Nooo, you're not getting away that easy!" He grinned, "I think I heard you say the L word. Come on... wouldn't hurt to say it one more time, would it? Then again, it's you. Not sure what I'm expecting."
It was clear that he expected her to back down from the challenge! Well, the patronizing bastard could stuff it! She leaned over so her plump lips were pressed against his ear, and with one arm, reached down to grip his cock. He immediately stopped walking, swelling in her grip beneath his robes.
"O-Oh Maker..."
"No Maker here. Just me, my sweet little man~" She ran her tongue along the rim of his ear, sucked his earlobe, loving the way he shuddered and made an almost girlish sound. "I love you. I love you, you perverse, demon-fucking bastard. Need me to say it again? Alas, if you say yes it'll be the last time."
"..."
She wasn't surprised when he slung her off his shoulders, pinning her to the nearby tree and kissing her like a lovestruck boy. She giggled with girlish delight as the warden mage grabbed her by the wrists, kicking her thighs apart and hiking her dark leather skirts up. Like a dog scenting a heated bitch, he couldn't help himself. Hearing her say it, saying those three words that had been elusive for so long, he lost himself entirely.
He fucked her like he never had before, the warden completely lost control of himself, but there was no demon present and confusing his thoughts, just mortal, intoxicating feelings of desire swarming around them. Merely the simple sensation of two humans touching. Morrigan closed her eyes, smiling, and everytime he filled her, whispering his tender nothings against her mouth, she accepted the ultimate satisfaction she had foolishly resisted for so long.
Of course, they didn't fuck for very long. Darkspawn and all that.
The rest of the crew was curious what took the pair so long when they returned to camp.. But, those questions were set aside when throughout the rest of the night the entire party was witness to the shadows of the pair, and the sounds of Morrigan's pleasure, shrieking, banshee-like around the camp, the ecstasy emphasized. Morrigan loved knowing everyone - especially that whore bard- heard them.
But only Amell would ever hear her say those three words.