The Infectious Lust of a Dalish Warden

Author's Note: Response so far has been pleasing, especially for the first fanfiction I've ever published. Since I am a newbie, we'll see if the quality remains consistent.

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Leliana let out a loud sigh of delight as she pleasured herself in the large spring that the party had camped close to. The full moon had bathed her in it's light while she leaned against a slick boulder and closed her eyes. She was submerged in the water just up to her shoulders, with her right leg raised onto a smaller boulder in the water to provide extra room for her well practiced fingers to work their magic. She humped against her hands as her clit was rolled back and forth between a thumb and forefinger, her other hand furiously thrusting and twisting digits at all the sensitive places she had mapped out within herself. Oh yes, she was extremely well practiced at this indeed. Through her euphoric haze, she thought about all the factors that led to this rather embarrassing situation she was in now.

Zevran's suspicions about the celibate lifestyle of young sisters of the chantry had been very much accurate. Oh sure, they did spend much of their time praying, but what the Revered Mother was probably unaware of was that quite a few of those prayers contained apologies to the Maker for certain carnal activities committed while in the Maker's service(in a few cases within the chantry church itself). These carnal activities ranged from self servicing to servicing each other. However strong their urges may have been, she and the other sisters had generally been smart enough to avoid the risk of pregnancy, thus Leliana became intimately familiar with several of the lay sisters.

Then she joined with the Dalish warrior Arvlen, and it seemed that her need for any kind of release had satiated by the adventure of danger and battle she entered, also making her wonder if the constant energy buildup she experienced at the chantry was a sign that the cloistered life of the lay sister never really was for her. This theory was only further supported by her ever increasing attraction to Arvlen,an elf who made no secret of his hatred for the Chantry. At first she thought it was just a simple case of infatuation due to the younger man's beauty, which stood out sharply even among elves. And it was plain as day that she wasn't the only one who noticed. Her training and experience as a bard, which gave her an insight into reading the emotions, habits, likes, and fears of others so as to better manipulate them, were probably not even needed to see the stares he drew from both genders every where they went-for example she had always suspected Alistair, among other things, had been way too easily persuaded to teach the secrets of the Templars to a member of a society whose long defiance very much made them enemies of the Chantry.

She herself had been of at least a few entranced with her first sight of him at the Lothering inn, and had probably stared for at least a minute before taking notice of the drunk soldiers intending to kill him.
The elf's crimson hair that now reached down to his mid-back, contrasting with his startlingly green eyes, and tanned skin all served to give the elf an exotic appeal that she saw stirred many reactions in females of all races be they dwarves, humans, or elves. And the pattern of tattoos on his face, Vallaslin blood writing as he told her when she asked about them, served to add a certain animalistic charm to the whole package.

At these thoughts Leliana gasped as an orgasm flowed through her. She cried out the name of her desire to the moon as her body shuddered and sprayed a wave of warmth around her thrusting hand under the water. She writhed against the slick,moss covered boulder behind her until the wave of pleasure finished passing through her.

Dear Andraste, these days even the act of visualizing him at any time was enough to cause a flutter in her stomach and a stirring in her loins. Yes, this was indeed ascending beyond a simple attraction. Especially when more and more of her waking moments outside of battle were spent with a wet crotch that would lubricate every time she talked to him. And not even just her waking moments either, if the increasingly intense dreams of him weren't proof enough.


But she continued her work, the elf had affected her far too much for one climax to do the job, blissfully unaware of the very subject of her fantasies silently surfacing out of the water from his training exercise to find a moonlight bathed Orlesian moaning what sounded like his own name as she pleasured herself.

Arvlen was in fact suffering from a certain hypersexual problem similar to hers, although in this case it was quite a bit more pronounced. Alistair had already mentioned that the Joining would give him some signs of an increased metabolism, but what actually scared Arvlen was that even before the Joining, he had already been prone to certain periodic “heat cycles” as Merrill had coined it during their many nights together. Heat cycles that had gotten progressively more intense and frequent with each year since loosing his virginity to Lanaya six years ago. It was only with a great deal of excersised willpower and meditation techniques spanning years that he wasn't spending most of the time walking around with a raging erection straining against his lower armor, though this did have the side benefit of building up a mental fortitude against certain spells that left even the Templar Alistair envious.

He had thought his still relatively recent intimate encounter with Lanaya(and immediately after her Mithra) during the group's detour on the way from Denerim to the Circle Tower would have kept him in better control of his urges for at least another few days, as had been the case with Isabella. Instead however it was less than two whole days after leaving the encampment that he was suppressing the urge to jump every female he saw. This was starting to seem less like a case of overcharged teenage hormonal development(Morrigan constantly rubbed in Alistair's face that the elder Warden was letting himself commanded by the youngest person in the group excluding the mabari), as Keeper Marethari had labeled it when she soon learned of his activities with Merrill.

Morrigan had of course been happy to rut with him whenever she could, but the woman did not have the physical robustness to keep up with him for very long. And screwing the ability to properly walk out of her would have made for dangerous and rather embarrassing encumbrance during battle, as had actually been the case during a skirmish against street gangs in Denerim(to Zevran and Alistair's extreme amusement). So he sometimes ended up having to hold back on her. Even her stamina boosting spells(pretty much the only kind of healing magic she knew) she casted on herself did not really help much, especially when the effects kept bleeding into him as well despite her efforts.

Lanaya on the other hand, though probably not quite as powerful a mage as Morrigan, had obviously kept up with the physical training regimens he had taught her six years ago. Just as Arvlen's continued practice of Lanaya's medicinal arts had forged him over the years into a rather adept medic, her continued practice of the arts of the fist and sword had forged her body into a lithe and toned masterpiece lined with sheets of muscle. A body that had apparently proved resilient enough to take the full force of a fierce sexual energy and strength he didn't even know himself capable of. Then again, Lanaya wasn't the mage traveling with him and helping him fight a constant stream of battles that were an almost daily occurrence in the months since the Battle of Ostagar, thus she really had less need of being able to fight effectively with the combined push against the Blight still at least a few weeks away.

And still it hadn't been enough for him,not enough for him to even stop himself from immediately ravishing Mithra with the very same ferocity. Fortunately she turned out to be quite willing, otherwise he didn't know if he could have stopped himself from continuing to ravish Lanaya, catatonic or not. Also much like his time with Lanaya, he had still found himself biting Mithra in the neck at the very height of their climaxes. When the group had gotten ready to depart on their way, the two women had voiced their curiosity as to why he did that, though the content,pleased grins on their faces indicated that they certainly hadn't minded. He simply responded with the truth that he was about as clueless as they were. Some unknown side of him had taken over and he was sinking his teeth into them before he was aware of it. Only more confusing was when Mithra inquired about some kind of energy glow that had apparently radiated from him and Lanaya when she had found them in the tent, the Mage herself being just as puzzled by this information as he.

And now he could feel that same silent, yet commanding voice inside stir again, commanding him to take what was clearly ripe and willing. He had come here because he thought a cool swim around this spring connecting to Lake Calenhad might calm him down, but he knew any progress he had been making in that direction had been blown out the water as soon as he caught sight of Leliana. Eyes focusing with a hunger he knew he probably could not control, Arvlen silently submerged and swam towards the former bard.

Inevitably, Leliana's pleasure hazed mind drifted to the biggest cause of her constant arousal. The nights she spent listening to Morrigan's screams and moans as Arvlen continued impaling the apostate mage on a nearly nightly basis. She did not eavesdrop, but neither of the two had made any attempt to silence their moans and grunts from being heard by the entire team. And Morrigan had proven herself to be quite a loud lover indeed. But even despite the mage voicing her pleasure to the world, one could still hear the sounds of slapping flesh more clearly than clapping hands. The images this conjured up in Leliana's mind, like the ones in her head right now, were surprising in their depravity, causing more than a few nights like this one were she had to take a few moments to achieve some release.

Images of herself in Morrigan's position. Images of her own legs wrapped around Arvlen's waist is he pounded into her like a madman. And these were the generally lighter toned ones. She also visualized herself pleasing him with her mouth, her mind making its own varied guesses as to his endowment size. Her tongue tracing patterns all along his shaft as she enthusiastically immersed herself in all of the techniques and tricks she learned from Marjolaine to put them to use on the elf. The heady smell she would smother herself in when she bathed his balls with her mouth. And the copious reward she would get for her oral efforts. In some dreams she would slosh and savor the semen in her mouth before gulping it down, determined not to waste a drop. And in others she would work her hands along is length while running her tongue all over the head until she would be blasted by the essence that would coat her face and breasts, letting herself enjoy the feeling of it on her skin before licking it up or just rubbing it in her skin. Then she would do it all again, and bath herself in more and more of him...

But Arvlen would probably not be satisfied letting her do all the work. Though he may look at every Chantry priest and church was disgust written all over his face, he was actually a courteous and noble gentlemen of impressive caliber. Everything a true chevalier should be, instead of the corrupt soldiers in Orlais who would dare label themselves with such a name. And as such a gentleman he would probably pleasure her first. The visions began to get so vivid Leliana could almost swear she could feel his hands and mouth on her now, expertly locating sensitive points throughout her body discovered earlier by Marjolaine and messaging and exploiting them with even more talent than her old mentor did. The trail of gentle kisses laid from were the water line ended at her collarbone and to the valley between her breasts, where he would then suckle and nip at her left breast as one of his battle calloused hands would come up to fondle her other mound with a rough, yet somehow still tender skill. His other hand that would dip down to tease the bundle of nerves between her legs as her hands would entangle themselves in his wet hair while she continued groaning at all the...

'Wait a minute'

Leliana realized that things were starting to feel too real, and finally opened her eyes, staring down in shock at the head of familiar crimson hair she actually was holding before comprehension started to dawn in her. “Arvlen!!?” she exclaimed.

The Dalish warrior gave a slight chuckle around the mammary in his mouth when he realized that Leliana had no idea he was even here until this second. “Shame on you letting your guard down like that” he said between nips as his lips trailed up her collarbone and neck, as his hands continued working on her without pause. “You dirty, sinful lay sister” he punctuated the word with an iron-gripped grab at a cheek of her shapely behind, causing the bewildered woman to reflexively thrust her hips into him, the feeling of the hardening shaft rubbing against her folds sending a quiver through her legs.

“*gasp* Now..*huff* wait a minute-” She gasped out as her body heated and her loins flared into an inferno at the presence of the object of her deepest fantasies and his surprisingly adept manipulation of her body. Before she could get anything else out however her mouth was covered by his in a deep kiss he immediately took advantage of. The bard froze as her eyes widened in surprise, but much like Mithra, she soon enough succumbed to the elf aggressively mapping the contours of her mouth. Such a unique taste the young elf had, a very pleasing taste she found herself savoring as she explored his mouth in return. Leliana groaned as her body melded to his solid muscled frame in their mutual embrace as their tongue battle continued. It was often hard to remember that although weighing more than half again as much as she did, the elf was actually about two inches shorter than her, in addition to being a few years younger. Nonetheless he still seamed to fit perfectly with her as if they were pieces of a puzzle.

As he grounded against her while his hands resumed playing across her body, she took notice of the growing and hardening organ rubbing against her thigh and crotch. She could already feel that it was even larger than her fantasies ever estimated. She yelped into Arvlen's mouth as that thought sent another rush of heat down her abdomen, further increasing the hypersensitivity of her vagina that his shaft was continually rubbing along. His hands were doing a simply masterful job of working her into an incoming climax, and Leliana wrapped one leg around his firm ass to feel as much of his electrifying skin rubbing against her as possible. Arvlen had told her that the Dalish were a rather sexually liberal society due to their efforts to replenish the elven numbers, but the skill with which he was doing this spoke of far more experience than she would have given him credit for.

She ground against him harder and faster as her orgasm started to near. When she was just seconds away from it, Arvlen suddenly broke their very long kiss and dropped his head under the water. He swiftly hefted the bard's legs onto his shoulders and buried his face into her crotch, causing Leliana's eyes to roll back as she again automatically tangled her fingers into his hair. This savage attack on her sex threw her far past the edge of the orgasm she'd been teetering on. She threw her head back and screamed her pleasure to the glaring moon as her vaginal walls clamped down on the extraordinarily long tongue that invaded her, which was still somehow managing to relentlessly attack her inner pearl even as her juices flooded out of her an directly into the Dalish warrior's mouth. Her body quaked and automatically clamped her legs around his head as she continued to spasm. She was by no means a stranger to having a tongue between her legs(most of her sexual encounters had been with females afterall), but no one had ever consumed her with such overwhelming ferocity and clear determination as what Arvlen was devoting to her. He was starting to put even Marjolaine to shame.

While orally plundering Leliana's spasming depths, Arvlen stood and lifted her aloft his shoulders while his massaging hands supported the woman's weight by the buttocks, to wide, waist height stone before gently laying her on the slick surface. As the former lay sister's orgasm started coming to an end, he spread her legs apart until they were nearly perpendicular to her torso, giving him extra room to continue slurping and licking at Leliana's engorged folds. She moaned and writhed against the stone as she realized Arvlen intended to spare no mercy on her and continue working her into another tandem climax. The elf's calloused hands moved away from her ass and ran up her stomach to kneed and pleasure her breasts, alternatively rubbing his thumbs against her nipples and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. The cold, frigid temperatures of the Ferelden night against her cooling wet body were not even noticed as Arvlen's touch and ministrations proved quite sufficient to keep her warm as the elf continued to unknowingly prove correct her assumptions of his chivalrous sexual conduct.

She started pressing his face more forcefully between her legs while grinding and humping into his mouth, signaling her next oncoming orgasm. Once again, when she was just several seconds away from the edge, he withdrew his mouth from her, this time so he could climb over her and level himself with her entrance. This gave the bard her first unobstructed view of the penis she had only felt with her thigh and vaginal folds until now. The sight that greeted her caused her eyes to bulge and her mouth to hang open. 'Oh by Andraste's mercy' she thought. The meaty staff that was poised and ready pierce her was simply frightening in it's size. The logic side of her mind insisted that there was no way something this size should have any place on a person, regardless of being human,dwarf, elf, or even qunari. However, there was somewhat of an old wives' tale among the people of Orlais and beyond that human jealousy of the endowment of elven males was one of the major reasons for the violent and distrustful history between the two races. And while she was very doubtful any other other elves were this well equipped, she was starting to see some truth to this so-called “myth”.

As the tip of the organ settled against her engorged and leaking vaginal folds, she begun to have serious doubts that such a thing could fit inside her without tearing her apart. And yet, oddly she surprised herself by what came out of her mouth instead.

“Do it! Shove it in! TAKE ME NOW!!” she demanded with a maddened lust. She had no idea were this side of her was coming from as she found her hands grasping the organ with both hands and pulling it towards herself.

Arvlen on the other hand was nothing if not glad to comply with the orders of this strange new Leliana under him, and slid most of his length inside her with one smooth thrust. He partially withdrew and worked the last several inches in with a series of short thrusts,each one making her breath hitch and bringing a short moan from her lips, until his large testicles were pressed flush against her behind. The bard's mouth hung open in a silent cry at this feeling. Words could not describe the gratifying fullness she felt at having the young man she craved finally inside her.

As a final measure to adapt her to his presence he churned his hips in a figure eight pattern while remaining completely encased with in her. This caused her to go nearly rigid with the sensory overload at the wonderful things this did to her insides and let out a long groan in response. After about a minute of this he hooked her long legs into the crook of his arms and truly began to get to work, withdrawing his shaft halfway before plunging back in and repeating the process.

Leliana's hands shot down to grasp the firm behind she had admired for months as his movements slowly,but surely gained in speed and force. The young Grey Warden seemed to know exactly how to draw out and simultaneously intensify a her pleasure without making it feel rushed. She could feel the entire texture of his organ as her quim grasped greedily at him. The moist,squelching sound generating from where their bodies joined, audible alongside the increasing sound of their slapping flesh, made her realize her own underestimation of how fast her body was lubricating herself for him. The bard's wails of pleasure rose in tone and volume with the increasing energy of their rutting. And the vulgar sounds only brought another rush of pleasure pouring through her. She eagerly ground and bucked herself back into the elf above her while pulling him back towards her, starting to establish a rhythm. His vivid green eyes continued piercing down into her own blue ones as they moved in sync, and soon dropped down to once again capture and dominate her mouth in a fierce kiss.

Time lost meaning as they continued their ancient dance in the clear spring with the moon light reflecting off their wet, but heated flesh. Leliana's moans were swallowed by the mouth plundering her own, somehow seeming to make her taste sweeter to Arvlen. His once again magnified senses consumed every detail of the woman he was making love to. Her intoxicating natural scent was far better than the Andraste's Grace flowers she favored, only made more addictive when mixed with the ever strengthening smell of her wet arousal. Her skin left a trail of fire everywhere they touched. The blissful taste of her mouth was just as unique as that of her arousal juices. And every time he opened his eyes from their kiss, the sight of writhing and arching in pleasure, and knowing it was because of him, just drove him to increase his speed and pound her harder. The passionate fervor with which they rutted each other was an erotic and beautiful sight that many artists would loved to have painted as a portrait.

Leliana tangled a slender hand into the elf's hair as her climax fast approached. Her back was starting to feel sore and raw against the rock they rutted on, but she cared not. She could swear she could hear(and feel) some kind of deep,animalistic growling sound start to come from the elf above her. Though slightly puzzled by this, it brought another rush of excitement through her that served as the final catalyist for the most powerful orgasm she ever experienced. Her vision washed out as a star seemed to explode inside her, causing her body to convulse on uncontrollably almost as if in a seizure. Her juices spilled out of her between their joined bodies, running in a small stream down slopping rock. She clung to the young elf swallowing her sounds of pleasure for dear life as she rode out the massive wave that had swept her up. Through it all Arvlen continued pumping into her, showing an amazing amount of self control as he refused to yield to the heat and tightness of the convulsing woman under him.

As she regained a view of reality as the last spasms of her orgasm died down, Leliana soon enough became aware from Arvlen's continued thrusts that the elf had still yet to reach his own climax. Around this time said elf started to become aware of the fact that a rock, even one as slick and withered as the one had lain Leliana upon, was probably not the most comfortable surface to have extended intercourse on. And he certainly intended to savor his time with her for much longer. Mentally cursing himself for his own ignorance, he took his lips from the gasping woman and temporarily extracted his solid erection from her. Pulling them both up to their knees, he kneeled his right leg forward onto his foot before draping Leliana's left leg over his thigh. Already familiar with this position-called by some in Orlais the proposal or bended knee position- Leliana wrapped arms around his neck, exhausted yet still eager to continue.

“Such a depraved,shameful bard.” he chided again in a mock-serious tone while aligning himself. She made another attempt to voice a retort, but the elf again cut her off by swiftly pulling her towards him and burying himself into her with one thrust, replacing her words with a surprised moan. He slowly started up a rhythm this time, wanting to build this up and make this next climax the best she ever experienced(humbly ignorant of the fact he had already accomplished that feat). He unknowingly let out beast-like growls of pleasure as he again immersed himself in the bard's unique scent and the feeling of her flesh against his own,his once again magnifying senses consuming every detail. Leliana in turn also immersed herself in the elf's presence. His scent was like the purest essence of the forest and the earth, and she buried her face into his wet hair in order to savor this more in her pleasured haze as she thrusted back to match his gradually increasing rhythm. Her breasts slapped and grinded against his hard chest with their movements, each contact sending another small surge of ecstasy throughout her along with even the feel of his massive sack slapping against her behind. She could still manage to hear the wet sound of her aroused body accepting him oven through her own moans and wails as well as Arvlen's own beastly growls and grunts, and the strangely beautiful symphony of all these sounds only drove her to thrust her self back onto him with all the energy left in her body.

Eventually taking notice of the long ear rubbing against cheek as she had her face buried into the elf's crimson hair, Leliana suddenly got a wicked idea as she remembered one of the key methods to please an elf she had learned from her time with two servant girls in Orlais. The reaction from Arvlen as she ran her tongue along the edge of his naturally sensitive ear was instantly noticeable, with a gasp coming from him and a tense of his arms around her. Not surprised, but still pleased with the apparent effect this had on him, she continued her oral work while an experienced hand came up to lightly massage and rub her digits along the other long ear, knowing well from hours with elven women how to exploit the sensitive vulnerability without causing harm. The long,guttural moans Arvlen gave, along with the renewed vigor with which he thrusted into her proved a clear indicator of the success of her efforts as she moved on to sucking part of the ear into her mouth and letting her own moans vibrate across it.

As the couple redoubled their efforts upon each other, rapidly climbing toward their mutual crescendo, they completely failed to take notice of the pulsing blue glow radiating from them. Even if they had opened their eyes they were at the moment so focused on each other that they would likely have judged it to be moonlight reflection. Leliana felt an odd rush of energy flow through her from some unknown source and made use of it to fuel the gyrations and rocking of her hips, though this still wasn't enough to stop her from being outpaced by the younger elf impaling her.

As Arvlen was now starting to expect, a moment before reaching the edge, he felt an overwhelming compulsion come over him before his teeth were imbedded into the nape of her neck, briefly wondering if he should have warned her before that this would probably happen. At the same, he took one hand from where it had been gripping Leliana's behind to shove two wet fingers into her tight rectum. The sensory onslaught brought on by these unexpected actions of her lover caused Leliana's eyes to bulge out as her orgasm slammed into her like a meteor. She screamed out her bliss to the world as she felt Arvlen simultaneously erupt inside of her. His burning hot streams of essence were thick and powerful, battering her womb with so much force that it was almost painful. She could feel their combined juices flooding uncontrollably out of her. Her body no longer had the strength to continue rocking into the elf, instead seizing in a wave of heavy tremors under this sensory assault while even through his own orgasm he continued rutting into her with shorter thrusts, grunting and moaning into her now marked neck. Arvlen's orgasm was prolonged well over a minute alongside hers as throughout the climax Leliana's hands, albeit a little more forcefully and hurriedly, somehow managed to continue massage along his sensitive ears without even hurting him.

It was about a minute after the last spasms of their climax died down that Arvlen finally became aware of the fact that his teeth were still in the bard's neck. She let out a small gasp when he extracted his mouth and organ from her. He then carried her to the shore that he saw Leliana had deposited her cloths and gear on. Much as he wanted to continue ravishing the bard for many hours more, from the hue of the lightening sky he estimated that he would in an hour be due to enter the Lake Calenhad Docks and make his way by boat to the Circle Tower. And while he was hoping that for once invoking the Grey Warden treaty to the First Enchanter in charge would be a simple job, by this point he wouldn't be the least bit surprised to find the mages going through their own turmoil as well. As Morrigan often observed, it really was strange how these shemlen seemed to decide that a Blight knocking on their door was the best time to start killing each other.

Leliana gave a small whine at the departure of the elf's warm embrace when he set her down before swimming towards his own hidden armor on the other side of the water, but reluctantly pushed her tired body to redo her light armor. A few clumsy and awkward steps forward confirmed the extreme soreness between her legs and told her that it would probably be best that she stayed behind in the camp or inn while Arvlen was at the Circle Tower. She had already seen how Morrigan almost dearly paid for the mistake of doing otherwise and she preferred not to become another laughing stock of the group. Leliana then gave a brief chuckle as she remembered watching Arvlen desperately struggle to keep the apostate from freezing the hysterical Alistair into a shattered icicle. Of course it would be nice if the visit to the tower would for once truly be as quick and simple as invoking the terms of the Grey Warden treaties, everyone knew if their luck with the Dalish and Redcliffe were any indication, then the circle mage's were most likely going through some kind of life and death crisis of their own as well.

When they met again shortly latter, fully donned in their vestments, she couldn't help but cast a curious glance at the lower portion of his suit.

“How do you fit all of that in there?” she couldn't help but ask, remembering the stunning sight of his massive organ just before it penetrated her.

“There's more room down in this than it looks like at first glance, probably the reason for the heavy chainmail skirt attached” he answered closing the distance between them. “Of course, it still means I have to watch how excited I get”

Possessively wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled the bard into a passionate, frenzied kiss. Feeling her knees weaken at the aggressive way he ravished her mouth, Leliana gave a muffled moan and clung to the elf wrapping her arms and even one of her legs around him. They continued their oral battle for about a minute before their mouths broke away, with Leliana panting for air and a dazed look on her face. She wondered if the cruel elf had done that just for the sake of leaving her with the same problem she had when first entering this spring, because despite her exhaustion she could still feel another flutter of heat in her abdomen when she realized she could taste some of her own juices in his mouth.

“Well that's certainly not what I would call restraint” Leliana breathlessly said.

“The benefits of mastered meditation. It allows me to afford certain previews of things to come” he said huskily with a dark,hungry gleam in his eyes promising a world of things she couldn't imagine, his lips still less than an inch from hers. She could feel the place where he had bitten her start to tingle in response to his words, and she saw no reason debate them. Morrigan would be wise to prepare herself for some competition, because Leliana at that moment knew she was becoming addicted to this damned elf.

Author's Note: I want to try to make this into something more than a borderline PWP smutfest, but we'll see where my mind takes me. Planning to have the next chapter deal with Morrigan's response to this gradual change in Mahariel and a slightly alternate spin on the assault in Circle Tower(more specifically the Sloth Demon's Fade realm ). May expect edits to existing content as well.