Nothing much to say here. Life is busy, sorry for the wait, blah blah(I am addicted to Warframe, oh and college too I guess). Enjoy!

"Who the fuck are you?" Nasuada stood before him, her hands on her hips. Connor and Irelia had arrived in Surda late at night two days after their night in the tent. They hadn't met up with the new leader of the Varden yet, having been led to a room to spend the night before meeting her in the morning.

Connor, having forgotten that Nasuada hadn't ever seen his true face, frowned at her. Irelia spoke up, "This is Connor, also known as Aatrox. Yes he is a shade, don't ask questions, nobody understands." She reached into her backpack, pulling out a sealed envelope. "Here is a missive from the queen, and if you'd like to sit down, we can explain everything to the best of our extent."

"Do you still prefer the name Aatrox then?" Nasuada asked, having heard the story of the trip to the forest. It had taken nearly twenty minutes for Connor to explain his movement skills to the best of his ability for Nasuada to somewhat understand.

"As long as I wear this armor, I would prefer Aatrox. You may call me Connor, though, as I respect your father." She nodded.

After some more time of exchanging pleasantries, Connor and Irelia finally left the main stronghold.

This is your chance to finally relax.

Connor nodded, prompting a confused look from Irelia, her blades swirling around the both of them. "Connor?" He shook his head in response, "I believe we should pay a visit to Brom." His eyes darkened.

"I dislike Brom." She could tell that much.

"I understand, but why? And tell me exactly why."

He sighed, he now had to tell her due to his fealty. "I believe he is my father."

She didn't say anything. As they walked, she reached over to grab his hand, squeezing it tightly. As they walked up to Brom's door in the keep, Connor found himself surprised that he was a little bit nervous. Irelia knocked on the door, and it almost immediately opened to show Brom's face. It seemed like he was aging faster, there were some more wrinkles and more gray hairs on his head.

"Irelia, Aatrox? What brings you here today?" He tried to smile at Connor.

"We need to talk." Connor said blankly. Brom stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, before nodding and opening the door to let the two in.

"Would you like anything to eat? Something to drink?" Brom asked, trying to break the silence.

"No, thanks." Connor said flatly, Irelia politely refused as well. "Brom… Do you know who my mother is?" He shook his head no, "Her name was Selena. She told me quite a lot about you, Murtagh too."

"Y-your mother's name was Selena." Connor nodded. "Oh, no. So you are for sure Murtagh's half brother." He nodded again. "I assume that you believe I am your father." He nodded one last time. "I see. How old are you?"

"I am twenty-two years of age. Aurora hatched for me when I was twelve, and our transformation was only two years later, and her life was taken by an awful person when I was twenty." Irelia grabbed his hand, holding on tight.

"Well Aatrox, I-I can't believe I'm saying this, but the last time I saw Selena was twenty-three years ago. Do you know what happened to her?"

He shook his head, "All I know is that she is dead." Irelia squeezed his hand, hard.

"I see."

"Please note that I am not here seeking a father that I never had. I simply needed an answer, a reason to hate you."

"Why would you hate me?" He scowled, "Actually, I think I could understand, I never even knew you existed."

"I believe that we should go." Connor stood up, controlling his anger at the man before him.

At least you didn't attack him this time.

Irelia stood up too, thanking Brom for his time. By the time she was done thanking him, Connor had already disappeared. Apologizing to Brom, Irelia rushed out of his room, hoping that the shade was still nearby. He stood leaning against the wall down the corridor, facing down the hall.

She quietly walked towards him, taking great care to not make even the slightest amount of noise. Once she was almost within arms reach of him, his hand stuck out, offering her a hand. She gladly took it, "How did you hear me?"

He smiled at her, a genuine smile, "I don't need to hear you, but there are many signs that you are nearing me." She smiled at him, her blades swirling excitedly behind her.

"Connor, would you like to meet another friend?" He hesitantly nodded and she tugged his hand, sweeping him away.

After only a moment of walking, Connor started shaking his head, reaching up to rub his temple. "Are you okay Connor?" Irelia reached her hand up to touch his shoulder gently.

His eyes refocusing, "Y-yeah, I just got a bit of a headache." She accepted his answer, continuing to lead him on their way.

A short time later, Connor and Irelia stood before a short lady with curly brown hair. She had a strange vibe around her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. As Irelia introduced him to the witch, who's name was Angela, a large cat walked from out of sight, staring directly at Connor for a moment before nodding at him and continuing on his way.

Angela, not bothering to waste time, immediately asked "So, Connor… Would you like to hear your fortune?" He stared at her.

"I'm not certain." After only a moment of consideration he decided, "Sure, why not?"
"Irelia, if you would, could we be alone for this?" She nodded and stepped out of the room, the door closing behind her. Connor wandered further into the room, looking at the various contraptions filling the room. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of books and scrolls piled on shelves and tables, glass mechanisms that even he didn't understand, and many different kinds of plants, only a few of which he understood.

After a moment of preparation, the witch beckoned him to sit at the only empty table in the large room. Sitting across from him, she dumped the contents of a small bag onto the table. They appeared to be a kind of dice. "These…" She picked up one of the dice, "Are dragon knucklebones, capable of telling the future if used properly." He nodded with the feeling that he shouldn't ask her about how she obtained the bones. "Are you ready to hear your fortune?" He nodded, a blank look on his face, almost bored.

She paused, and then suddenly threw the dice at the table with enough force to dent the wood, but the dice didn't bounce at all. They instead hit the table and slowly rolled, before stopping, revealing a strange symbol on the face that looked upwards. As the dice rolled, the witch muttered in a language unknown to him.

As she looked at the dice on the table, a look of confusion crossed her face, and then a look of frustration. She scrambled out of her chair, running around the room scanning through her books. She finally grabbed one and rushed back to the table, skimming through the book until she found what she wanted.

"I have never seen this symbol before in a fortune. I-I didn't ever even notice it on the dice." She looked back and forth from the dice to the book, a look of concern on her face. "You have already lived a life." She looked up at him with a face of wonder. "Look at this dice." She pointed at one of them, which held a strange symbol, two strange looking half-skulls seemingly mashed together in order to create a whole skull. The left side was black with white eye sockets, roughly in the shape of a wolf's skull. The right side was white with black eye sockets, roughly in the shape of a sheep.

He inhaled sharply upon seeing the symbol. "Kindred." It looked just like both the Sheep's mask combined with the Wolf's face. "All must meet the Kindred."

Angela looked up at him, "You have met the Kindred!?" He nodded. She sighed, "Your elf out there is getting impatient, but we will talk about this at a later date." Pointing to the rest of the symbols, she read out what they meant. "Summarizing what all of these mean, you will have a love more powerful than armies with that of a royal and powerful woman. You have much more power buried deep within you. You will lose almost all that you love. And… Your death will be a tragedy, as well as a blessing."

This is not good. Not good at all.

Her voice pierced through the voices in his head, screeching painfully through the other voices in his head.

"Well what did she say?" Irelia closed the bedroom door behind them. Connor had refused to talk about the fortune until they had returned to their quarters. He sat down on the bed, Irelia quickly moving to lay against him. He gently rubbed her shoulders.

"Well… She said that I would have powerful love with a royal and powerful woman." She smiled at this. "And she said that there will be much loss and tragedy in my future, as well as a discovery within. I have already presumed much of the telling, except for the last part there."

"Oh yeah? Who's the special lady?" She giggled.

"Who do you think, my love?" He looked down at her with a grin. She blushed, before turning around, straddling his lap.

18+ scenery incoming!

"Surely not me!" She joked, before moving to gently kiss him. Her hands slid under his shirt, feeling his abs and tracing scars. She lifted up his shirt, leaning back from his face to allow him to remove it. Her breaths were short, almost panicked. She moved to remove her shirt as well.

"Irelia… A-Are we doing this?" Connor looked her in her diamond eyes, seeing the lust, but also the pure fear and nervousness behind them. Her face hardened and she nodded, before fully removing her shirt.

"I-I want this Connor. I'm just a little bit nervous, that's all." He doubted her, but allowed for her to begin kissing him again. He gently reached out to touch her side. She shuddered at his touch, before leaning into it. Her hands shaking, she reached down to his pants, fumbling over his belt.

His hand caught hers, "Irelia, are you okay?"

She turned dark red, starting to stammer, "I-I, uh…" He let go of her hand, gently reaching up to push her hair back behind her ear.

"Irelia. Look at me, I'm not making you do this." She took a deep breath.

"Please. I-I need this. I've been saving myself for over a century. I choose you, Connor." His face softened. He nodded, pushing her hand away.

"Then let me take care of you, Irelia." She nodded nervously. He slowly reached down, unzipping her leggings. He gently pulled them off her. She shuddered every time his skin made contact with hers. He looked at her, smiling, before standing up and pushing her to lie down fully. He crawled onto the bed, gently kissing her before lowering his head towards her underwear. He looked at her, and she nodded permission with a deep breath.

As he took her underwear off, she gasped at the feel of exposure. "Please… just be gentle." He nodded, a loving lust in his eyes. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, before trailing kisses down her neck, down her side, all the way to her inner hips. Looking back up at her, she nodded her readiness, before he gently kissed her.

He pulled back, gently placing his hand on her, gently rubbing her. She was trying her best not to moan out, but miserably failing. He slowly and gently pushed a finger into her, eliciting a loud groan from her. He started to move his finger inside of her, a moan responding to each movement. He gently inserted a second finger in her, pushing her closer to the limit she was so desperately close to already.

Just as she neared her limit, he withdrew his fingers. He kissed her gently on the lips, before leaning down to kiss between her legs. His tongue slowly traced its way around every fold, tasting every inch of her. He eventually started licking her more vigorously, his fingers joining his tongue. Her hands went to his hair the instant he started to lick her, no longer caring to try and stifle her moans.

As he continued, he could feel her body tense up more and more. He leaned back, leaning over her to kiss her while his fingers still worked inside her. Closer and closer she got to her limit, until finally she screamed out, muffled by his lips on hers, her shaking uncontrollable.

As her shaking subsided, he gently withdrew his fingers, continuing to gently kiss her for a moment, before finally leaning back. Her breath came in short gasps. She looked up at him, before a tear rolled down her cheek. Soon she was crying, pulling him against her.

"Irelia, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He started to panic.

"No. No!" She repeated herself, "I-I've never felt something like… that before." He smiled. "I-I I just need a moment."

He nodded, "Would you like for me to step out?" He leaned back, ready to stand up.

"No!" She reached out, grabbing his wrist in an iron grip. "Please don't leave me!" She began to cry again.

He laid down beside her, moving her head to rest on his chest. "Hey. It's okay. I'm here for you."

"Look at me!" She said between tears, "I'm crying after you pleasure me! What am I doing?" Another bout of tears started falling, "And I can't even return the favor to you."

He reached down, lifting her chin to look up at him. "I ask nothing of you, Irelia. I am simply doing you a favor, giving you an experience that neither of us have been able to feel before we met each other. I don't care what we do, as long as we can do it together." He gently placed a kiss on her forehead. "Would you like to take a walk to clear your head?"

She nodded, sniffling, "That sounds nice, just… give me a moment."
He smiled, "As much time as you need."

After the pair of lovers had dressed, they roamed the streets of Surda, hand in hand. They talked about nothing in particular, temporarily abandoning their worries.

After walking around a large part of Surda, the sky started to gray, rain gently started to pour down on the city. Irelia and Connor silently headed back to the main keep.

As the two neared the entrance, Connor slowed, tugging Irelia's hand. "Irelia? Would you come watch the city fall asleep with me?" She nodded, allowing him to pick her up in his arms. After a short time of blinking through the spirit realm, they ended up at the very top of the keep, sitting on the roof. They could see the whole city from there, and would have been able to see Du Weldenvarden if not for the rain.

Irelia leaned against Connor's shoulder, still neither of them saying a word; simply enjoying each other's presence. After a moment, he silently cast a spell to ward off the rain. The two sat there for hours in silence, embraced in each other's arms.

As the very last light in the city turned off, only then did Irelia move. She looked up towards Connor, meeting his eyes, diamond eyes to ruby eyes. "I'm ready for you. I want this. I want us." He nodded silently, and gently stood up, reaching a hand down to her. He smiled down at her, and a burning sensation began to grow in her stomach. She allowed him to pick her back up, before the two disappeared into the darkness.

Another 18+ scene incoming

After Connor shut the door to their shared room behind him, he turned around to lock eyes with Irelia. She nodded at him, and then slowly licked her lips and walked towards him. He simply stood there, accepting her into his embrace and allowing himself to be pushed against the wall gently. Their mouths clashed together, desperately trying to taste every inch of each other's mouths. He gently pushed his body against hers, moving her towards the bed, their kissing only pausing to allow their shirts to be taken off hurriedly. The back of Irelia's legs hit the bed, and she crawled up backwards, still locked into the kiss. Her blades fell softly to the floor by the bed.

After he joined her in the bed, he hovered above her body, looking her up and down. As he met her eyes, he could see the fear, but also the trust and love deeper within. "Are you sure, Irelia?" She nodded before pulling him back into a kiss, forcing him down onto his elbows above her, his body gently pressing against hers. Her hands roamed his back, leaving a burning trail across his skin, until eventually her hands made their way to his belt.

After his belt was thrown on the floor with no regards as to where it landed, she pushed his pants down to his ankles. She finally broke the kiss to gaze up at him, panting. "I'm so scared… But a warrior never backs down." He smiled down at her, before lifting his legs to completely remove his pants, his undergarments following. He gently reached down to remove her leggings, pausing before looking up to her for permission. She nodded with a shaky breath, letting out a quiet moan as he removed her clothing, the cool air hitting her now naked body. As she looked up at him, she removed her headdress, and handed it to him to allow him to set it down on the bedside table.

"Connor… I-I'm ready. J-just do it. Be gentle, please."
"Nothing but the utmost care for you, my love." He replied with a smile, before leaning down to quickly kiss her once more. He pulled back from the kiss after only a second when she made a strange noise, "Is something wrong?"

"No, I was just thinking… I-I can't get pregnant, we're in a war."

"Oh. I agree, I will cast a spell that will prevent you from getting pregnant." He quietly muttered under his breath, and she nodded her thanks, pulling him back into the kiss.

Pulling back from the kiss, he repositioned himself lower down her body, and taking a deep breath, slowly pushed himself into her. The moan that left her mouth immediately after was purely feral, and she started to shake a little. "Wait just a second, please." He nodded, completely understanding her nervousness, as well as the pain of doing this for the first time.

After a minute, she let out a breath, the initial pain slowly fading away, being replaced with a more pleasurable feeling. "You may- uh… Go deeper." He nodded, and slowly and gently pushed himself all the way into her with a groan, eliciting a loud moan from her. He slowly pulled himself back almost all the way, before pushing all the way back into her. He started to move in a more constant rhythm. As he moved, he could see her body relax more and more. He soon found a rhythm that fit the both of them, and he started to speed up his thrusting, leaning down to meet her lips.

As the two continued, they could each feel the other's growing pleasure. He refused to break the kiss with her, feeling her moan into his mouth. Neither had ever felt a pleasure such as this, and it was only getting more and more pleasurable. As he neared his peak, he felt her body tense up, squeezing him even tighter at the same time. He sped up more and more, and she moaned louder and louder, her arms holding his body against hers. Every inch of their bodies were burning from pleasure. With one last thrust, he finally found his climax just as she found hers.

He gently removed himself from her, and laid down on the bed. She immediately followed him to lie down on his stomach, a more relaxed look on her face than he had ever seen. She lifted her head, smiled down at him, before laying her head back down and closing her eyes.

"Irelia?" He gently pushed his hand through her hair, while the other rubbed her upper back. She had already fallen asleep. He internally shrugged, and allowed himself to fall asleep to her quiet breathing.

So… that's that. I don't really think I'm cut out for sex scenes, but I tried my best here. Any suggestions on how to make the moment more intimate would be appreciated. Anyways, thanks for reading! See you in the next chapter. (P.S. There is actually a reason why Irelia has not been inside Connor's mind just yet. This will be revealed in the next chapter, actually.) Probably not going to be many more scenes such as this, at least not for a while.