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+A through F › Dragon Age (all)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
11,311
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Dragon Age:Origins, nor do I make any money from this story.
The Bath
She knew she wasn’t supposed to be seeing this. Alistair was just such a nice, decent guy. It
wasn’t fair for her to be intruding on his privacy, but by Andraste’s frilly knickers, she just
couldn’t look away.
He was washing himself in the stream, in the last light of the sunset. The water dripped down the
chiseled planes of his chest, and beaded up on the ridges of his stomach. He stood up and the
water continued its erotic journey down the narrow trail of gold hair on his belly into his pubic
hair where his cock stood straight out like the mast of a ship.
Nearly as big too, she thought. It was entirely too good to be true.
Alistair looked around warily, but then satisfied he was alone, he wrapped his hand around his
erection and closed his eyes, moaning softly under his breath. It took everything she had not to
touch herself.
His hand started to move in a slow, languorous rhythm. Even his big hand wasn’t enough to
cover him and he moved to take matters into both hands. His breath was coming fast as he
stroked himself. A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.
“Oh Maker,” he moaned, his hands moving faster. She could hear the sound of flesh on flesh and
she shuddered, moisture growing between her legs. She watched, entranced, as he opened his
eyes, staring down at his cock as he worked it mercilessly.
His face was flushed. And her’s was too, she imagined. With a hushed grunt, Alistair threw his
head back and pulses of semen shot out of his cock and settled into the slowly moving water,
where it floated and swirled between his tight, muscular thighs.
She never even touched herself, but she felt an orgasm ripple through her, soaking her
smallclothes.
She had no idea how hot it would be to see him like this, or how hot seeing his cock would make
her, but Maker’s Breath, she was never going to look at him the same way again.
wasn’t fair for her to be intruding on his privacy, but by Andraste’s frilly knickers, she just
couldn’t look away.
He was washing himself in the stream, in the last light of the sunset. The water dripped down the
chiseled planes of his chest, and beaded up on the ridges of his stomach. He stood up and the
water continued its erotic journey down the narrow trail of gold hair on his belly into his pubic
hair where his cock stood straight out like the mast of a ship.
Nearly as big too, she thought. It was entirely too good to be true.
Alistair looked around warily, but then satisfied he was alone, he wrapped his hand around his
erection and closed his eyes, moaning softly under his breath. It took everything she had not to
touch herself.
His hand started to move in a slow, languorous rhythm. Even his big hand wasn’t enough to
cover him and he moved to take matters into both hands. His breath was coming fast as he
stroked himself. A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.
“Oh Maker,” he moaned, his hands moving faster. She could hear the sound of flesh on flesh and
she shuddered, moisture growing between her legs. She watched, entranced, as he opened his
eyes, staring down at his cock as he worked it mercilessly.
His face was flushed. And her’s was too, she imagined. With a hushed grunt, Alistair threw his
head back and pulses of semen shot out of his cock and settled into the slowly moving water,
where it floated and swirled between his tight, muscular thighs.
She never even touched herself, but she felt an orgasm ripple through her, soaking her
smallclothes.
She had no idea how hot it would be to see him like this, or how hot seeing his cock would make
her, but Maker’s Breath, she was never going to look at him the same way again.