The Games We Play (Redux)

Chapter One... Hope Faith And Pride

"So, I see you still persist when you are not welcome.."
Mathias stopped dead in his tracks, hoping this wasn't going where he thought it was.
"Are you jealous? Is that what's this about? Because I don't think it's for you to decide what I should and should not do."
Oh, Maker, it was going that way.
He honestly didn't know why Morrigan found Leiliana threatening, but he supposed the close proximity triggered her possessive streak. He almost found it cute, considering how far out of her way she went to make it clear to him she had no personal attachment to him.

Almost. The point where it could lead to one or both of them laid out with arrow wounds or severe frostbite or magically-enhanced burns for a few days diluted the cuteness a bit. They didn't have time to fight amongst themselves while Loghain and the Darkspawn needed to be dealt with.
"I am only saying that if you persist, you will suffer the consequences."
He saw Sten giving him a sympathetic look, which was disturbing in and of itself. If the Qunari felt bad for him, things were dire indeed.
"Are you threatening me? Because I am not without my own pointy ends, as well. Do not make promises you can't keep."
Wynne and Alistair were giving him the look, now. And Zevran.. was snickering.
"I always keep my promises."

Alright, this had gone on long enough..

"Talk is cheap, Morriga-"
Mathias fired a bolt from his staff, lighting up the area and cutting off the rest of the potentially fiery argument.
"It seems we've arrived."
He gestured with the glowing stave toward the boundaries of the Brecilian forest, noting the sentries and the campfire. "Sten, Morrigan, Zevran, come with me. Alistair, tell Eamon's men to be ready in case the Dalish are less than friendly, and Wynne, hang back a little further. We may need you to patch up a few arrow wounds.."
He started walking before any dissent could start up, preparing for yet another reluctant ally with their own problems, no doubt.


After arguing with Mithra, meeting the annoyingly smarmy and evasive Zathrian, and learning that -naturally- the Dalish Elves had their own issues; with Werewolves, no less, Mathias and company finally set up camp, the Dalish being at least gracious enough to let them bed down in the left side of the clearing they'd chosen. Thankfully, there was enough room for Morrigan to put her tent apart from the rest. He wasn't looking forward to the dinner conversation she and Leiliana would come up with.

He headed back to his tent, Hati following along happily. He grinned at the Mabari, scratching his ears.
"You're lucky, you know that, boy? Lady dogs can't needle each other."
The war dog barked meaningfully, and Mathias laughed.
"Well, I suppose MABARI ladies could, that's true."
He patted the dog's kaddis-painted side, and entered his tent. As his faithful hound circled and lay down outside, he set his stave down next to his bedroll, and began to undress. The Tevinter-style robe he wore was comfortable, warm despite the lack of sleeves, and, he had to admit, rather fashionable when compared to the understated Circle robes he'd previously worn. He was particularly fond of the furred shoulders. The lyrium worked into the stitching for magical augmentation, however, made it very unpleasant to sleep in. The Fade could be disorienting enough without the omnipresent humming the metal produced.

As it slid off his shoulders, he let out a soft sigh. It felt good to let his skin breath once in awhile, and he admired his well-muscled frame in the firelight that trickled in. Just because he'd been gifted with Magic, he never saw any reason not to keep in shape. It certainly came in handy when shouldering a heavy pack or walking for three hours without a rest. And Morrigan approved, too...

"Undressing already, are we? And denying me the pleasure of tearing your clothes off? How cruel."
Speak of the she-devil.
He turned with a grin, meeting a mischeivous pair of golden eyes. "Hmmm, that does sound fun. I could put them back on, if you like.."

She closed the space between them, letting the tent flap fall behind her as she ran slender fingers down his pale, well-muscled stomach, raking her nails over his abs teasingly.
"Mmmn, no. I find myself enjoying the view far too much."
She smirked at him, pulling him closer by the waistline of his pants.

"I do aim to please, milady.." He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her against him, burying his face in her hair and inhaling her scent, like rain in a forest with the slightest hint of night-blooming jasmine.
"Then you're a better shot than Leiliana, at the least."
She looked up at him with a grin, and he pulled her closer with a chuckle.
"Couldn't resist, could you?" She laughed softly and reached down, giving him an enthusiastic squeeze.
"Resisting temptation has never been my strong point, you know."
He moaned quietly, pressing into her touch, garnering a smirk from the beautiful witch.
"Seems to be a common ailment, no?" She pressed her mouth to his hungrily, her tongue tracing his lower lip, demanding entrance and getting it swiftly.

Their tongues dueled fiercely for a moment as he savored the sweet-spicy taste of her mouth, his hands sliding down her hips to give her beautiful ass a squeeze. She moaned her approval into the kiss and slid her hand into his pants, gripping him and squeezing lightly.
He could feel her smile into his lips as she moved back.
"Mmmn, thinking about me before I got here, were you?" Her mysterious, haunting golden eyes flashed mischeivously.
"So incorrigible.."
She gave him a firm stroke, pushing on his chest lightly. He got the message and laid back onto the floor slowly, Morrigan moving with him, never letting go, her gloved hand working up and down his rather impressive length.

"Morrigan.." He gasped out her name, and her predatory smile grew a bit.
"So shameless, moaning my name with just a little touch. You'd think you didn't have any self-control at all."
She let out a rare giggle, and punctuated it with a firm, twisting stroke, pulling him completely free of his pants.
"The crow calls the raven black, and -you- talk of self control," he said with a grin, watching her stroke his cock with a rough, almost unconcerned motion.
There was a certain severity to her touch, as if she simply wanted to feel his shaft sliding between her fingers for her own sake, rather than his, and cared slightly less for his pleasure than the sensation she got. It was one of the many nuances of her personality that fascinated him.

Morrigan purred to herself as she leaned forward to kiss him hungrily, her free hand coming up to tangle in his silvery locks. She smirked into the kiss as she felt the thick shaft settle between her breasts, the tip bumping against her chin softly. She pulled back, holding it there, nuzzling her cheek against it.
"Mmmn.. So much to play with, and all mine.."
He blushed a bit despite himself, and didn't miss the renewed vigor of her smirk. Only -she- could make him blush, and she knew it.
She chuckled and stroked it, looking at the veiny length with a playfully arched eyebrow.
"And I can't quite close my fingers around it.. I may have to try a different tact.."
The look in her eyes reminded him of that cat that ate the canary, and his stomach fluttered a bit. Maker, but she was incredible..

Incredible. That word blasted through his mind again as she pushed her already scanty top out of the way, and squeezed his mammoth shaft between her gorgeous breasts, wrapping the delicious, creamy-skinned mounds around him and stroking him slowly. He hissed and gripped the bedding beneath him.
"Flames, Morrigan.. You're.. incredible!"
She chuckled dryly, leaning her chin down and taking a swift lick at the head, gathering a bead of his pre onto her tongue and making a show of savoring it.
"Mmmn, must you always state the obvious in regards to me? 'Tis most trying, at times.." She slid her dark, lush lips around the head, giving him a torturously slow suck before letting him free. He grit his teeth and moaned, restraining the urge to buck his hips. He didn't think she'd appreciate a black eye.

She smirked down at him, flicking the tip once more, and sending shivers through his form as she stroked her heavenly breasts up and down his shaft. He would do anything for her to keep this up..

He'd always had a sneaking suspiscion her 'dear mother' had taught Morrigan to read minds. Or his mind, at least. That suspicion crept up again as she abruptly moved away, the wonderful warmth of her mouth and cleavage suddenly gone, making him groan in frustration.

She sat back, adjusting her clothes and fixing him with a dark, teasing smile. He glared at her without any real venom. "You're a heartless bitch, you know that?"
His words, too, lacked any spite, and the pleading tone they came out with only made her grin and laugh.
"Ah, so I'm told, my sweet."
He let his head fall back with a grunt.
"You want something, and there's not really anything I could refuse about now, so go ahead.."
Morrigan leaned over him, her predatory smile not fading in the least.
"Astute, as always. What I want is for a little payback on that irritating bard..."

He groaned. "Would you like me to take you outside, throw you to the ground and ravish you in front of the others, the Dalish, the Tranquil and Eamon's knights? Because it could easily happen about now.."
She laughed and laid across his chest, still stroking him teasingly.
"As appealing as that sounds, I had something else in mind.."
He arched an eyebrow quizzically, his interest piqued.
She purred before continuing.
"While I've no illusions about your loyalty.."
She gave him a firm stroke and grinned before continuing,
"Leliana seems to think she has a chance of earning your affections. And that insipid little songstress needs to learn her place, and fast.."

He nodded, unable to argue with her. She had him in the palm of her hand, literally and figuratively.
"And so, my sweet, you're going to shatter her illusions by going out there and seducing one of those starstruck Dalish girls right where Leliana can see you... And while you're enjoying yourself, a little black cat might be watching, so make it good.."
He grinned despite himself. "You're too devious for words, Morrigan.. I love it."
She nipped his neck as she stroked. "As well you should. Now, get dressed and turn on your infamous charm, and do remember to show the lucky Elf girl a good time... If it's a suitable performance, I might just indulge that adorable little quirk of yours again tonight.."
She kissed him lightly and exited the tent, giving Leliana a smirk as she walked back to her side of the camp.
Mathias shook his head.
"She's going to be the death of me.. but what a way to go."
He managed to get himself back into his pants with some difficulty, and got about getting dressed.

Mathias Amell was not, by any means, unobservant. He caught the looks some of the Dalish women gave him, some simply curious, others decidedly more than that. But he knew that the main goal tonight wasn't to entice a curious elf girl into a roll in the hay; it was to upset Leliana and impress Morrigan.
Thankfully, the two usually went hand in hand. He looked around the camp again, and smiled to himself. 'Perfect.' He singled out a young, apple-cheeked elven youth he remembered Leliana talking to earlier, and understood from an off-hand remark that he had some problem she had taken an interest in.

He stood up from his seat on a hewn log, and walked over to the boy, composing his face into a mask of concern. The elf looked up as he approached.
"H-Hello.."
Mathias put on a disarming smile.
"Hello, Yourself. I'm Mathias, of the Grey Wardens. Might I ask your name?"
The young man tilted his head in confusion. "I'm Cammen, but why do you care?"
The mage crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side casually.
"Well, you look troubled, and I might be able to help. If you don't mind, of course."
Cammen had a flicker of a smile, and Mathias snickered internally.
All too easy.

Cammen nodded. "Well, Alright.. As I said before, I am Cammen, and I'm a hunter apprentice.. though I wish I were a real hunter."
Mathias raised his eyebrows. "So why aren't you?"
Cammen sighed.
"I have to bring back the pelt of a beast I slay myself before I can be a full hunter, and it's been... difficult."
He let out another deep sigh, and turned, leaning against a tree and looking toward one of the bonfires, or, more specifically, a young, red-haired elf girl seated nearby.
"But the real problem is... Gheyna."
Mathias smiled. Jackpot.

"Girl problems, I see?"
Cammen nodded, not taking his eyes off the girl.
"She's my heart's desire, but every time I ask for her hand, she refuses. She says she can't be bonded to a hunter apprentice. She thinks me a child, but I'm not! If only there was some way to prove it.."
Mathias patted the elf on the shoulder, looking down at the shorter young man.
"Maybe I could talk to Gheyna for you?"
Cammen looked up quizzically.
"What will that accomplish? Nothing has changed.."
Mathias clapped him on the back again and gave him his warmest smile.
"I can be pretty persuasive. Trust me."
Cammen smiled faintly. "Well, alright.. if you think it'll work. I'll pray to the Goddess of Love for your success!"

Gheyna looked up with surprise as the tall human mage with the strange, silvery hair walked up to her.
"Oh.. Hello, Grey Warden."
Mathias smiled easily and held up his hand.
"Please, Call me Mathias. Grey Warden is getting staler by the day. You must be Gheyna."
She smiled and nodded, a little confused. "Yes, I am Gheyna, though I don't know how you know me."
The mage nodded. "I spoke to Cammen about you, you see."
She raised her eyebrows, looking at Cammen across the clearing, who swiftly disappeared behind a tree.
'Smooth move, boy', Mathias thought.
"You spoke to Cammen? What did he say?"
Mathias tilted his head. "He said you refuse to give him your hand."
Gheyna sighed. "Yes.. I don't expect an outsider to understand this, but, he's been a hunter apprentice for two years now, and he's yet to slay a proper beast. Everytime he's tried, something's gone wrong. Perhaps the Creators simply do not wish us to be together. I cannot bond with a hunter apprentice, can I?"
Mathias nodded slightly.
"No, I don't suppose you could."
Gheyna looked at him strangely. "W-what do you mean?"
Mathias caught sight of Leliana watching him with a withering look, and a black cat half-hidden in the bushes.
Perfect.

He smiled warmly. "You deserve better. A more worldly man.. Someone like myself, for instance."
Gheyna looked confused for a moment, and then blushed as her eyes went wide in realization.
"Oh.. I-I see.."
She smiled a bit, looking him over, her eyes lingering for a moment on the rather impressive bulge that even the flowing robes didn't quite hide. Mathias didn't miss the look of excitement that crossed her features briefly, innocent though she might have been.
"Well.. I.. I don't know.."
Mathias gently took her slender hand in his own and brought it to his chest tenderly, giving her his most angelic smile.
"We shouldn't discuss something like this with so many people around."
She blushed, looking at her hand against his broad chest, his own gently cradling it.
"I.. I.."
He leaned in just a bit.
"Maybe we could talk, just the two of us?"
He ran his thumb over the back of her hand softly, and her blush went up a level of magnitude.
"Just the two of us, huh? Well.. alright, I guess it couldn't hurt. We could talk in one of the aravels.."
She held his hand tighter, and gestured toward a nearby land-ship. He smiled and nodded politely for her to lead the way.
He didn't miss Leliana shaking her head and scoffing, or the fact the black cat had vanished.
He followed, smiling to himself.

Inside the Aravel, it was surprisingly roomy, he noted. The smell of some strange incense wafted pleasantly as Gheyna lit a candle before turning back to face him, fidgeting with her fingers in what he surmised was a habit of hers.
"I, umm.."
She looked at the floor, and Mathias gently took her hand, leading her closer and tenderly pulling her against him.
"Shh.. just relax, Gheyna.."
He purred her name, and the way her breath hitched indicated it had the desired effect. He gently tilted her head up, and his honey-colored eyes met her forest green, her lips trembling, cheeks deep pink.
"Just enjoy yourself, Gheyna.." He leaned in and kissed her, gently nibbling her lower lip as his free hand settled on her lower back. She meeped into his mouth softly, but she melted into the kiss, her arms twining around his neck, nervously at first, then in earnest, pulling him in as her lips parted, his tongue gently slipping into the sweetness of her mouth.

He kissed her for a long time, his tongue teasing and caressing her own, sucking and gently nipping at her lips as he held her close, hands rubbing her back softly. When he finally broke the kiss, she was panting for breath, and her cheeks were red as he'd ever seen anyone who wasn't being strangled. He cooed and gently laid her on the bed, stepping back and turning around. She was about to speak when he smiled over his shoulder, and reached for the clasps of his robes. He let it slide off his broad, muscular shoulders and down to his waist, revealing the sculpted expanse of his back.
He admired the adorably transfixed look on her face as she stared with absolutely rapt attention at his body, turning around slowly, and smiling to himself as her mouth fell open a bit. Her eyes roamed shamelessly over his toned chest and stony abs, her eyes and blush growing wider as she settled on his groin again.

He chuckled softly and sat next to her, gently taking her hand and kissing her soft little fingertips before setting it on his chest. She gave him a questioning look, and he simply nodded and smiled. She smiled shyly in turn, and her left hand joined her right on his chest, her soft touch exploring his sculpted muscles slowly, her eyes examining him closely. He simply let her touch and admire, finding her interest adorable despite himself. She trailed her fingers down his muscular stomach, and ventured lower, a daring move, he thought. Her touch lingered just above his waistline, and she looked up at him, a question on her face. He smiled and nodded, resting his hand over hers. Her fingers slid, nervously at first, and then with clear purpose, into his pants..

A ferocious howl broke through the night, followed by several others, and Gheyna looked up in fear, her fingers stopping their quest.
"Andruil's Grace.. they're back.."
Mathias mentally went through the most painful spells he could unleash on the werewolves for ruining his evening, and gently pushed Gheyna back, kissing her forehead, just to keep up the facade.
"Stay here where it's safe, alright? I'll handle this."
He didn't even bother to grab his robe on the way out the door, the Lifedrinker pendant the only scrap of clothing on his upper body. A few dozen dead among his prospective troops would make a soured evening even worse, after all.

Mithra and the guards were already letting fly with the arrows as the werwolves charged into the camp, and Sten was already in the thick of things, surrounded by a few bisected lycanthropes this early in the battle. Alistair was stumbling out of his tent, armor half-on, and Morrigan was standing next to Leliana of all people, the two ranged combatants raining death on the werewolves.

After a cursory glance to make sure Wynne wasn't looking, Mathias ran out toward the oncoming horde of howling beasts and raised one hand, fingers splayed. He dragged the thumb of his other hand across his wrist, and almost immediately blood began to trickle out, crackling and burning into an acrid smoke that welled up to surround him in a blazing aura of crimson mist and swirling flame. He thrust his hands forward, reaching out to grasp the blood that flowed in the beasts' veins, twisting it, turning the life within against itself.

As if pulled taut by unseen strings, the werewolves went rigid, arms splayed out, legs quaking as they broke out in spasms, tongues lolling out while eyes rolled back in their sockets. Some bent backward at hideous angles, spines obviously broken, but still on their feet. Here and there, their skins opened up, clouds of crimson steam and magical fire exploding out of the fissures. Crimson fountains bubbled up from their noses and mouths, eyes and ears spouting boiling gore. The Dalish didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, and sank arrows into the defenseless creatures as Morrigan froze several solid and set a few ablaze, Sten cutting down five twitching beasts in one sweep of Asala.

The battle was over in moments after the spell took hold, and Mathias sealed the wound with another pass of his fingers, the tainted aura wicking away almost instantly. Zathrian looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, and smiled slightly before making his way to check on the wounded.
Morrigan gave him a knowing smirk and tapped her foot meaningfully, and Sten just nodded as he wiped the gore off his prized blade. Alistair didn't seem to have gotten the rest of his armor on, and Wynne was too busy working with the wounded to pay him much mind.
He knew the whole Blood Magic issue would come to a head one day, and he'd miss Wynne when she was gone. Well, at least she'd never get to tell Irving..

He turned back to the Aravel and noted Gheyna was holding his robe out for him. He smiled and accepted it, grinning sheepishly.
"So, I guess the mood is gone, eh?"
She gave him a shy, but sympathetic smile, and nodded. He sighed.
"As if I didn't have enough reasons to get rid of the werewolves. Sleep well, Gheyna."
She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Talk to me again when this is over, alright?" She smiled again, blushing, and hurried off to bed.

He turned with dread to Morrigan, and saw the gloating smile and crossed arms he'd expected. She wasn't going to relent, and that meant no ridiculously beautiful witch in his tent tonight, no waking up with her in his arms and being told how inconvenient it was to have to cuddle with him til the morning... Maker, he loved that woman. As sadistic as she could be at times.

Leliana's glare hadn't subsided, and he didn't expect it to. She seemed to have taken on another tier of loathing after Gheyna handed him his clothes. Cammen, too, was looking like someone had killed and eaten his puppy in front of him. Well, at least something went right, Mathias mused. He pulled on his robe and started walking to the other end of the camp, with Mithra and the other Dalish guards.
If he wasn't going to have company tonight, he might as well help keep watch.

The look on Mithra's face was priceless, Mathias thought, as he sat next to her at the watch post. Considering he'd threatened to turn her into something unpleasant during their last conversation, prior to his entrance to the camp, he didn't blame her. He held out a flask of wine he'd saved from the various presents the eternally grateful Arlessa Isolde had insisted on showering him with. She looked at him askance.
"Peace offering?" He smirked.
She arched a golden eyebrow, but nodded and took it, taking a sip and smiling.
"Then it's a truce, Shemlen."
He chuckled and looked out at the fields surrounding the forest outskirts.
"Now, now, I don't call you names. And they've got a lot of awful ones for elves back home."
Mithra laughed softly.
"Mmn, I bet you do, Shemlen. You just seem too polite for ethnic slurs."
He laughed a bit. "You've got me there.. Although shemlen might not apply to me. I'm neither particularly quick, nor a child."
She blinked in clear surprise, and he thought the deadpan look on her lovely, intricately tattooed face was adorable.
"You know the language?"
He chuckled and nodded.

"I lived in the Circle Tower since I was seven years old. It's a giant, glorified library, with nothing to do but read between lessons. I read a few books about the Dalish, and several of them went into detail on the language. I couldn't hold a conversation, I think, but I'm well aware what Shemlen means. Now, my friend Finn, he could speak it, write it, and composed poems in it. Not that anyone else could appreciate them, mind."
Mithra giggled, and from the stonewalled warrior he'd pegged her as in the few short hours he'd known her, it was... cute.

"Well, well, full of surprises, aren't you? First the Grey Warden business, then volunteering to help us against the Werewolves, actually making good on that promise, and now, sitting here and drinking with me..You're an odd outsider, that's for sure."
Mathias smiled, sipping the flask, noting a sweetness about the bottleneck that wasn't the wine. Did all elf girls taste good? He wondered.
"I'll take that as a compliment, I suppose."

Mithra smiled at him and nodded. "I was impressed with that back there.. Not even many among the Dalish would run out against the Werewolves without armor or weapons, much less half naked.."
He smiled playfully. "I aim to please, after all.."
Mathias found himself caught off-guard as Mithra was suddenly in his face, her wine-perfumed breath on his lips.
"Care to test your aim, Shem?"
He blinked for a moment, and smiled, reaching up to cup her cheek.
"I would, indeed.."
He kissed her, and he was surprised with the fervor with which it was returned, her slender fingers twisting into his silvery locks as she pulled him into the kiss, hungrily suckling at his tongue as she crawled into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and purred into the kiss. Her mouth was indeed the sweetness he'd noticed earlier, a taste like honey and citrus mingling with the slight sourness of the wine to make for a delicious combination.

She was different than Morrigan or any of the girls in Denerim, or the Circle Tower.. They were soft, even Morrigan's shapely muscles were subtle. But Mithra was a warrior, her soft skin only a downy covering for the hard muscle beneath. She was lithe and toned and strong, and she was aggressive as she pulled him closer, powerful, lovely legs wrapping around his waist. Her ass was unyielding as it ground over his rapidly-growing arousal, and she smelled of meadowgrass and smoke. It was unique, to say the least.

She drew back for breath, tanned cheeks flushed as she panted. He traced a finger over her tattoos, unable to resist, and she smiled wryly.
"They're beautiful," he said softly.
She cooed and turned her head, kissing his fingers.
"You were staring at them the moment you saw me, Shem.. I'm not surprised you want to touch them."
He grinned. "You didn't get to be the leading sentry by being oblivious, it seems.."
She smirked and ground down onto him, making him moan despite himself.
"And some things, you just can't miss."
He kissed her again, pulling her down and wringing a delicious moan from the elven warrior woman.
"Flattery, my dear, will get you everywhere.."

She purred and pushed him onto his back, again showing a startling ability to catch him off-guard, and slid off to sit along side him, still laying on his chest.
"Oh, where will I get if I do this, Shem?"
She reached down, pushing past his robes, and slid her hand quite unceremoniously into his pants, squeezing him with a smile.
"Nghh.. anywhere you want, I expect.."
She grinned, flashing pearly white teeth, and pulled him free of his pants, letting out a soft gasp as she saw the size. "Elgar'nan.." Her eyes were wide as she held the massive shaft in her hand, the thick, heavy length of flesh hot and pulsing against her fingers.
"It's.. so big.."

He smirked softly, tilting his head.
"What did I say about flattery?"
She stroked the massive, throbbing length slowly.
"That it'd get me everywhere, I recall.."
He leaned back against the tree, reaching up to run his fingers through her golden hair, tugging the tie out gently to let the blonde tresses fall free. She smiled and stroked him more firmly, her free hand pushing open his robes and wandering down his chest, a soft sound of approval coming from her throat.

He was surprised and delighted so far by the unexpected turn of events, but when her mouth sealed onto his neck, he was past caring that anything had happened before Mithra had crawled into his lap and kissed him. Her hot, soft lips and tongue toyed with his throat, his collarbone, and slowly crept down, tracing the curve and swells of his muscles. He opened his eyes as he tongue trailed down his abs, lower and lower.. Surely, she wasn't..

He laid his head back and hissed softly as her lips sealed around the tip of his fat cockhead, her tongue working against the underside as she stroked him firmly with both hands. Her hands seemed tiny wrapped around the shaft, and her lips looked strained to cover what the did, but the silke, pouty caramel lips slide down over the bloated, plum-sized head, her heavenly mouth sliding down further. Those plush, pretty elven lips didn't stop until they had wrapped around the halfway point of his shaft, and he was pulling up the grass in his fists. He could feel the upper reaches of his shaft in her throat, and her tongue toyed lovingly with this heated flesh as she worked it with both hands. Even Morrigan hadn't managed this much the first time she'd tried, and she'd been determined to impress.. He'd misjudged Mithra on so many levels he was starting to doubt his analytical powers.

Any thought of analysis, or indeed, higher brain functions were obliterated when the delicious heat of the sentry's mouth descend further, those gorgeous lips wrapping around the very root of his cock. Mithra only choked a little, her calloused, yet still lovely hand rubbing his thigh. She drew back, a thin line of spittle linking her lips to his cockhead. He looked at her with a mix of awe and admiration, and she blushed softly, though her grin demonstrated she was quite proud of herself. He kissed her hungrily, gently rolling her onto her back and trailing hot, sucking kisses down her neck and over her cleavage. She moaned, gripping a handful of his hair with one hand, reaching to tug off her boots with the other. He broke the kiss with a purr, putting his hand on her wrist.
"Mmmn.. Let me.." He gently pushed her to lean her back against the tree, pulling her long, toned legs toward him, kissing down the soft golden skin slowly.
His hands came to her boots, and, one at a time, he slipped them off, revealing Mithra's petite, equally well-tanned feet.

He smiled at Mithra mischievously as he lifted one golden foot, eyeing the soft, pale sole and its delicate little wrinkles. Mithra watched him, smiling curiously as she gripped her lower lip between her teeth, anxious to see where he was going. Mathias purred softly and pressed his lips to the elven woman's soft, wrinkled sole, drawing a gasp and a soft giggle from the gate guard.
"I must admit, whenever I thought of a shem kissing my feet.. I never expected it would be voluntary", Mithra teased.
He smiled up at her and arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, and have you ever imagined a shem doing this?"
He closed his eyes and slid his tongue out, pressing it to her heel and slowly licking up to the ball of her foot, working the warm muscle in small circles against the soft flesh.

Mithra let out a moan, biting her lip and grinning down at him.
"Ohh.. That is new.. I think I might imagine it quite a bit, now.."
She pressed her foot against his mouth, his hot tongue and soft lips sucking on the ball of her foot, a slight sliver of warm saliva dripping down.
"I always wondered what the shem taught their mages in that tower...", she said with a smirk, her toes curling reflexively, a response that found the hot wetness of the Grey Warden's mouth wrapped around the dainty digits. Through lidded eyes, the elven beauty looked down at the mage, noting his mammoth cock was still hard as a rock. So, he was enjoying this too.. Experimentally, she pressed her other foot against his shaft, pushing the enormous length against his stomach and curling her toes into the throbbing pillar.

Mathias moaned around Mithra's toes, his tongue sliding between them lovingly as her other lovely foot found its way to his shaft. Mathias had something of a foot fetish, discovered during his awkward childhood in the Circle Tower. He found that women's reactions were decidedly hit or miss on that point, they either loved it or refused to partake entirely. A fellow apprentice from the Tower had certainly liked it, as had one of the younger, prettier enchanters who he'd charmed. The former had, unfortunately, opted to go through the Rite of Tranquility, and the latter had left the Tower to be an advisor to Arl Wulff. The other young women he'd dallied with during his apprenticeship, while certainly appreciative of his attentions and prowess, weren't as keen on indulging him on that front.

Morrigan, he discovered, greatly enjoyed the attention on her lovely feet, and was actually rather aggressive when she indulged his quirk; plunging her fingers into her dripping cunt furiously and pressing her feet into his ministrations eagerly, forcing her toes deeper in his sucking mouth. Just one more reason the witch absolutely enthralled him. However, precisely because he liked it, she deliberately witheld it most of the time, regardless of how much she enjoyed the treatment. It was the teasing, sadistic side of her personality, one that still drove him wild.

His thoughts became jumbled as Mithra's toes squeezed the fat, dripping head of his cock. She had tossed her skirt to the side and was furiously fingering her sopping slit as Mathias heaped loving attention on her lower extremities. She met his gaze and smiled, giving him another squeeze before pulling her legs away and shifting, crawling over to him and kissing him passionately. Her breasts pressed into his toned chest and her fingers toyed with his silvery tresses as she crawled into his lap, grinding her hot, dripping lips against the underside of his enormous cock. Mathias slid his hands around her waist, lifting her up slightly. Mithra panted softly, looking down at him through a haze of lust. Her hand gripped him, guiding the huge knob to her folds, rubbing it against her needy cunt eagerly, carefully pushing herself down.

Mithra bit her lip as she felt the rather intense resistance, the gargantuan cockhead dwarfing her petite elven slit, the size difference making the initial penetration difficult. She'd never taken anything this big before, hell, she'd never SEEN anything this big before; the shaft was as long as her forearm from the elbow to her hand, and as thick as her wrist along the entire length. The head alone was slightly bigger than her clenched fist, and it was that massive mushroom of flesh that was pressing insistently against her tight Dalish pussy. She grit her teeth and braced herself, settling her weight slightly and literally dropping herself on Mathias' cock.

The head slipped in with an audible 'pop', and the both of them let out a sudden gasp. Mathias, of bliss at the feeling of the tip of his cock engulfed in an impossibly tight, hot grasp; Mithra, of the completely unprecidented sensation of the massive cockhead stretching her snug little quim. Mathias' fingers dug into the succulent muscle of her ass, pulling her down onto the fleshy club slowly. Mithra, for her part, eased herself down, pushing her hips against the huge intruder, her mouth open in a constant gasp. The massive slab of human cock invading her tight elven cunt was drowning out her ability to reason, and the forest around her seemed to be spinning.

With a final, forceful shove, Mithra hilted herself on Mathias' shaft, moaning and shuddering as she buried her face in his neck. Mathias wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back even as he beat down the urge to pound into the incredible furnace of sopping silk that squeezed his cock. He sat, legs crossed beneath Mithra's taut, sculpted buns, holding her against him as her strong legs wrapped around his waist snugly. The elven warrior woman panted softly into his ear, pulling back a bit to look him in the face, one of her eyes closed in a wince, her voice strained slightly.
"Ngh.. Vhenadahl,indeed.."
Her inner walls spasmed and squeezed on the mammoth intruder, making it hard to form any coherent thought as the feeling raced through her.

Mathias, panting a little himself, chuckled. "I've told you about.. nhh.. flattery."
They shared a breathless laugh, and she set her hands on his shoulders.
"I'm ready.. just go slow at first. This is unexplored territory for me.."
Mathias nodded and gently, smoothly lifted her a little way up, letting her sink back down and drawing a hungry moan from the elf.
"Ohh, Gods," she hissed, fingers digging into his shoulders. Mathias repeated the action, slowly building up a steady rhythm, pumping his hips upward in smooth, measured strokes as he lifted and lowered Mithra gently.

Mithra bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the beautiful sensations of pleasure and faint pain welling from her most private parts. She'd only ever lain with her fellow Dalish, and had never experienced anything quite so long or thick, Mathias' shaft stretching places she didn't even know she had. Mathias, for his part, was on cloud nine, the petite body wrapped so tightly around his cock sending a fire rushing in his blood. He'd only ever felt this good with Morrigan, his beautiful witch possessing an unforgiving tightness and strength in her nethers on par with her lockdown social graces and magical might. The fact that he was doing this with an elven woman who was threatening to sink arrows into his eyes not so long ago, and that she was totally enthralled as she bounced on him just added to the pleasure.

The two of them drove against each other for what seemed like an eternity to Mithra, their bodies shining as the moonlight played over their sweat-slick skin. Mythal's Mercy, how long could he go? Mithra was once more driven into unfamiliar territory. Her precious experiences had been over in a matter of minutes, with both her and her partner being sated and tired. The Grey Warden buried inside her had to have been keeping up this breakneck pace for at least an hour, and she'd lost count of the times she'd muffled screams of climax into his neck, her legs like iron bonds around his waist, her fingers tangled in that soft silvery mane. She felt his thrusts lose the perfect tempo a bit, and she felt the tension of his body against her.

"I'm about to cum.. maybe, ohh.. Maybe we should.."
Mithra mentally remarked on the chivalry of that sentiment, before clamping her legs around him even tighter.
"No.. Let it go, I want to feel it inside me.."
She had no idea what possessed her to say that, the sudden desire, no, the NEED to have this virile, incredible male release his seed inside her. She knew that there was a very good chance she'd end up with child, according to the tales of her people's genetic adaptability, but she found that she didn't really mind the thought. In fact, she found herself more and more enamoured of the prospect...

Mathias sped up, thrusting with desperate need as he felt every fiber of his being tensing up in anticipation, a beautiful fire boiling in his blood, until, with a roar of pleasure that startled several members of the surrounding fauna into fleeing, he buried himself to the hilt. A thick, ropey strand of hot cum erupted from his cock, painting the beautiful elf's womb in heavy white warmth. Another spurt exploded inside her, filling her tightly-stretched cunt with boiling hot seed. Again and again, the thick, creamy jism shot out of his mammoth shaft in sticky strands to drench her womb with copius amounts of virile human cum. The excess was forcefully squirting out from the tight seal her pussy formed around his cock.

The wonders never ceased, it seemed to Mithra; her tight little elven quim was thrown into even more spasms as what felt like a fountain of thick, heavy liquid warmth sprayed nonstop inside it. The only thing she could compare it to was when she saw a pair of horses mating when she was younger. The amount of boiling hot seed being unloaded into her couldn't possibly be normal, human or elf. If she considered it a possibility that she could be knocked up by the handsome Grey Warden before, it was almost a certainty now.

Mathias finally rode his climax out to the end, panting and gasping as the flow slowed to a trickle, and at last stopped. He held Mithra tight in his arms, face buried in her hair as he desperately tried to catch his breath. She wasn't in much better shape, clinging to him as she recovered from her latest and greatest high. They stayed together for a long moment then, basking in the afterglow of the glorious act. Mathias nuzzled her neck softly, before drawing back to look at her.
"We should probably get back to camp.. We've both got duties to attend to tomorrow, and you're not much of a sentry when you're asleep, I'm afraid."
A soft smile tugged at her lips and she nodded, disentangling herself from him, a shiver and blush coming over her as he slipped out of her, and a veritable river of his spunk leaked out, trickling down her legs in a thick deluge. He smiled sheepishly, and she simply smiled and nodded as she gather up her clothes.
She dressed herself as best she could in her hazy state, and turned to Mathias, standing and getting into his pants again.

Mithra stalked over to him and gave him another kiss, chaste, but firm. She stroked his cheek, smiling at him fondly.
"Ma serannas, Lethallin... Sleep well, and may your quest go well, for all of us."
She walked off to the camp, heading to her tent.

Mathias slipped back into his robes, and was pulling on his boots with a contented smile, when a black cat stalked up to him from the foliage, its yellow eyes fixed on his own.
"Enjoy the show, love?"
The cat shimmered and distorted in a flash of magic, leaving Morrigan standing there with a sly and rather pleased look on her face. Like the cat that swallowed the canary again, he noted.
"Indeed I did. Your prowess is as captivating as ever, it seems."
He was about to reply when she suddenly laced her arms around his neck and crushed her mouth to his, sucking his lower lip as she broke the kiss.
"I do hope you are not too tired, my sweet. I find myself in need of a little relief after that wonderful exhibition.."
Her grin grew positively devilish as she leaned in to whisper, her breath tickling his ear.
"And I do believe that all that stomping around the Bannorn in these boots has made my feet quite sore... They could certainly use some attention."
Mathias scooped her up in his arms, kissing her adoringly as he carried her back to his tent.

Maker's Breath, he loved this woman.