The Games We Play (Redux)

Chapter 2... Little By Little


"Your Sugar Tongue Speaks Hot and Sweet

Lying Just For Fun

Push and Shove, Sex is Sex,

But, Honey

Love Is Love.

Little By Little We Cross The Line!

Little By Little The Ties That Bind!

Little By Little By Little By Little,

Little By Little Tonight!"

-Little By Little, Alice Cooper

Morrigan hissed as Mathias's tongue plunged once more into her folds, the wicked muscle worming its way deeper into her spasming passage. She bit her lip, arching against the wall as her fingers tangled in his silvery tresses, tugging him toward her mound insistently.

She had no idea what had possessed him to suggest that they do this in a side alley of Denerim's market district; neither did she particularly care at the moment. Alistair and Leliana had been sent off on an errand, collecting a set of armor Mathias had commissioned from Wade, she understood, and weren't likely to return for awhile. She absently wondered whether or not Mathias would stop if they came back.

"Ngh.. It seems your tongue is good for much more than persuasion, my love.."
She felt a soft chuckle against her nether lips, and draped her right leg over the mage's neck, using it to hold him tightly against her as she bucked into his face.
"I might suggest you focus it on this purpose, instead. Then again, I might be a little bi-aahh!"
Mathias' tongue curled inside her as he suckled on her outer folds, and she squeezed his head between her thighs eagerly. Mathias reached up to gently, but firmly squeeze the pale, taut curve of her ass, and she moaned softly, grinding into his mouth, riding that mercilessly wonderful tongue as it thrashed and curled inside her.

Mathias, for his part, savored the moans and gasps from his usually-stoic ladylove, together with the sweet-spicy flavor of the nectar she was constantly unloading onto his tongue. He sank his fingers into the firm, supple flesh of her gorgeous ass, kneading and massaging the perfect pale globes as he curled his tongue into a clamshell shape, eliciting a gasp and a wanton grind against his mouth from the beautiful witch. He sucked on the outer folds of her blossom, grinding his lips against the molten slit between dragging his tongue teasingly against the delicate pearl at the apex of her core. He grip on his hair was beginning to hurt, and he took that as a good sign..

Morrigan grit her teeth to keep from screaming, throwing her head back as she pulled the Warden's head roughly, bucking and grinding against his wickedly talented mouth as the rush of her climax came over her. Bursts of blissful heat exploded throughout her body, her muscles tensing and spasming as the pleasure surged through her veins. Her thighs clamped around Mathias' head as she ground against him, a torrent of sticky juices erupting onto his tongue, her toes curling tightly in her boots.

Mathias cooed into her spasming cunt, eagerly drinking down the deluge of warm, sweet nectar she let loose, his hands beneath her ass the only thing supporting her as she spasmed and shuddered, his licks and suckles guiding her down from her orgasm. She finally settled back against the wall, her fingers slowly relinquishing their death-grip on his hair. He ducked out from under her skirt, and smiled up at her, licking the last trace of her eruption from his lips.

Morrigan panted softly, smirking down at her beau.
"You are a deviant, my sweet.. Not to say that's a bad thing, mind you.."
Mathias chuckled as he stood up, leaning in to kiss her hungrily. Morrigan responded eagerly to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as his hands slid around her waist. The dark-haired beauty smiled into his lips as she felt the ample evidence of his arousal jutting into her thigh.
"Mmn.. enjoyed that, did you, love?"
She cocked her head, yellow eyes glinting with mirth.
"Mm-hmm.." Mathias nuzzled her neck softly. "What's not to enjoy? You make the most delicious sounds when you- Ohhh.." Morrigan reached down and squeezed him through his robes, cutting him off.
"Interesting. I could say the same about you." She smirked as she palmed the imposing length through the fabric, squeezing and stroking him teasingly.


"Oh, Maker.. I think I'm going to hurl.."
Morrigan and Mathias whipped around to glare at Alistair so quickly the ex-Templar could have sworn he heard the wind whistle.
"Oh, is that so, Alistair?" Mathias gave his fellow Warden a smirk.
"If you think this is bad, you should have been here just a moment ago.." Morrigan added, sneering, before turning to Leliana.
"You, however, might have quite enjoyed the show.."
Leliana rolled her eyes, snorting in disgust. "Needle me all you like, Morrigan, I'm not rising to the bait this time." Morrigan snickered, wrapping a leg around Mathias' backside and grinding into him suggestively.
"Mmmn.. Fair enough. You're not the one I truly enjoy getting a 'rise' out of, anyhow.."
Mathias sighed, shaking his head and chuckling softly.
"And you say I'm incorrigible.. Let's go. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can get back to camp and finish our.. conversation."
Morrigan nipped him on the throat slightly, and, albeit reluctantly, untangled herself from him.

They met up with Sten along the way, who had been having a suit of Silverite plate armor taken out. Most human-sized armor was uncomfortably tight on the Qunari, after all. Sten gave Mathias a nod in greeting; the Qunari equivalent of an ebulliently friendly greeting, all things being equal. Mathias returned the nod as they fell into step, having long ago understood that overly-emotional greetings such as a 'hello' were wasted on his Qunari comrade.

Morrigan, however, had a wicked grin on her face, and for once, Mathias didn't like it.
"So, have you changed your mind, Sten? I dream about us, if you must know."
Sten kept walking, deadpan.
"You would, even were I interested in something as small and insignificant as you."
The Qunari's eyes narrowed as he looked over his shoulder to Morrigan. "Besides, do you not belong to the Grey Warden?" Morrigan chuckled, that dark, sensual chuckle that was usually reserved for Mathias' ears alone.
"I belong to no one. Ask him, if you are so afraid." Sten growled. "I'd rather not enter into so awkward a conversation. In any case, the Qunari act is.. unpleasant."
Morrigan grinned, apparently oblivious to the hostility that was radiating in massive waves from the head of the group. Alistair and Leliana were already scoping out anything that would make a convenient cover if their leader decided to vent his obvious fury.

"Unpleasant how? Now I really am interested.."
Sten grunted. "Deadly."
The Qunari shot a glance to Mathias, and just as quickly darted his eyes away. He didn't care to think of what Mathias' magic could do when the Warden was truly angry.
"And what if I didn't mind? I enjoy a little.. animation."
Sten grit his teeth, wishing an end to this awkward and potentially deadly line of questioning.
"You'd be less animated afterward."
Morrigan purred. "It seems I am arousing your passions already, my dear Sten."
Sten glared at her. "Parshaara! Why do you pester me?"
The dark-haired beauty smirked. "Because 'tis amusing, that's why."

Mathias only just refrained from demonstrating a fireball in the middle of Denerim.
'We'll see how amused you are when we're back at camp, love.'

Morrigan was utterly unprepared when Mathias caught her by the arm, hauling her up from her reading with a great deal more force than he had EVER used with her, even in the throes of passion.
"What are you doing!? Unhand me!"
She was about to treat her paramour to some choice words, when she caught the chilly expression, his amber eyes glinting in the firelight.
"I suppose you thought that was very funny, didn't you?"
Morrigan smirked, doing her best not to be intimidated.
Relationship notwithstanding, she had seen this man kill a High Dragon, dozens of Templars and a score of darkspawn, all with relative ease. She couldn't imagine he would ever turn that power on her, but she harbored no delusions about her chances if he he did.
"Quite. 'Tis always fun to rattle the Qunari's cage."
Mathias arched a silvery brow, tattooed lids narrowing his eyes.
"Indeed. Did you find it quite as fun to rattle mine?"
Morrigan chuckled, pulling her arm away and planting her hands on her hips.
"Oh, do not be so melodramatic. You know better."
Mathias snorted. "I should, it seems."
He turned on his heel and walked away, back toward his tent, leaving Morrigan stunned.
"What- Where are you going?"
Mathias didn't turn, but replied as he walked away.
"Back to my tent, naturally. Alone. If you find Sten so fascinating, perhaps he can keep you warm?"
Morrigan stood with her mouth open, and had an odd sensation, like being punched in the gut.

This wasn't how things were supposed to work, she thought. He wasn't supposed to just.. walk away! They were supposed to trade verbal barbs, tease each other mercilessly, and then have a night of wild, passionate sex followed by comfortable snuggling until it was time to start the day. This was new, and.. disturbing. Morrigan might have been a heartless bitch when it came to anyone else, but this feeling.. Was it .. guilt!? Did she feel bad for him reading too much in to her harmless joke? Was it really harmless after all? Morrigan tried to keep herself detached, but, with dawning horror, she realized that she felt bad about this. While she was content to keep her feelings to herself, Mathias had never been shy about how he felt. A sick feeling welled up in the pit of her stomach. This wasn't a good sign.

Mathias sat in his tent, perusing a few copies he'd jotted down of the Scrolls of Banastor. He examined the remarkably intricate diagrams and illustrations, a little impressed at how well he'd duplicated the originals. At least it kept his mind off of Morrigan, and gave him an excuse to be left alone. Well, not totally alone. Hati, his faithful Mabari hound, laid next to him, head on his lap.
He scratched the war dog's ear. He truly did consider the dog to be smarter than a number of his companions.
'Clever enough not to speak', indeed. They all knew he and Morrigan had a fight, anyone could tell that.
Even Hati understood as much, however, he knew better than to TALK to him about it. Whether that was the case, or the dog simply lacked the faculty, the silent companionship was welcome. He wouldn't handle this as well as he hoped to, and he knew it was beyond him to simply 'do without' Morrigan for long. She'd become so important that the thought of living without her made even Tranquility appealing by comparison.

Hati pricked his ears up, and scuffled to his feet, growling at the tent flap. Morrigan poked her head in, and, to Mathias' astonishment, she looked a little.. sad? He blinked, thinking it was a trick of the light.
"Yes?"
Morrigan looked to the side, apparently searching for the words. This was, after all, utterly foreign ground for her.
"May we.. talk?"
Her eyes met his, and they were, incredibly, just a little pleading. Mathias took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
"Of course. Go pester Alistair for your supper, boy."
The mabari barked happily, and ran out of the tent. Mathias rolled up his scrolls, and shifted to the side, making room for Morrigan. The dark-haired sorceress sat next to Mathias, crossing her legs and looking at the canvas wall. Neither one spoke for a moment.

"I am.. Sorry."
The words came out awkwardly, partly because of the situation, and partly because Morrigan couldn't remember offering a sincere apology in her life.
Mathias blinked in surprise, turning to look at her. She met his gaze for a moment, something flickering in those beautiful golden eyes, then looked away. Mathias let his eyes drift to the floor, quiet a moment longer. Then, with a deep breath, he spoke.
"I might die soon, you know."
Morrigan turned to look at him, arching an eyebrow and about to speak, but the other mage cut her off.
"Let me finish. I might die soon. Killed by Darkspawn, Loghain's Men, Assassins, or any number of the delightful assortment of creatures we run into."
He sighed.
"I've accepted that. Even if I survive all this, I could very well perish fighting the Archdemon. No other Warden has lived through that battle, after all."
His amber eyes locked on her own suddenly, the faint glow granted by the Taint seeming even more vivid in the dim light.
"I do not want to spend my last days chasing you, playing child's games, watching and wondering."

He tilted his head, his eyes searching hers. "I love you, Morrigan."
She was about to interrupt again, but he cut her off once more. "I love you, and you know that. I know it makes you uncomfortable, that it's strange and new for you. But I do. More than you can ever know. If you don't feel the same way, however.. I think we should end this."
He looked back at the floor, swallowing the lump that just barely made it to his throat, past his usually stoic exterior. Morrigan was silent for a moment, emotions warring over her face; sorrow, indignation, rage, and sorrow again. She spoke slowly, deliberately, trying to keep her voice calm.
"I.. Tis a most uncomfortable position you've put me in. I truly do not know how to respond. If it is your wish that we end our.. entanglement, then I can abide by it."

Mathias turned to her, scowling so fiercely that she thought he might storm out right there, or start screaming at her, or some other explosive display that would make it easier to handle being without him. His scowl faded, replaced by a somber expression.
" You aren't listening, Morrigan. If there was ever a time you needed to listen to me, it is now. I love you. I want to be with you. For the rest of my life, however long or short that may be."
He smiled, a soft, sad smile. "And it would mean the world to me to know you felt the same."
Morrigan averted her eyes, not wanting him to see the accursed tears welling up in her eyes.
"Why? I am aware that I have some.. less than pleasant traits. I am cold to you, to our companions.. I can be cruel, caustic. I neither know nor care for 'social graces'. And I will never change. You know this, and you still want me? Am I worth the distraction? Are you worth mine?"

Mathias closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "Do you remember when we first met?"
Morrigan blinked. "I.. I have not thought about that in some time."
He opened his eyes, looking over at her with a wistful expression. "We were so much younger then. Children, really."
Morrigan smiled ruefully. "It was not the most.. romantic of meetings."
He chuckled. "I don't know. You did kiss me. That almost made up for the strangling."
Morrigan laughed softly, but it melted into a frown after a moment. "I never knew why you didn't call for your Templar. I had just tried to kill you."
"You once said the Circle was like a gilded cage, did you not? I didn't want to see someone like you caged. And I think, until I saw you, I never understood that things could be different. That beyond the gilded bars of my prison, I could be free. And that.. That is something I will always be grateful for."

Morrigan's looked into his eyes, as if transfixed, her expression more uncertain and more vulnerable than he'd ever seen her. He reached up, and gently stroked her dark, lustrous hair.
"I have to know, Morrigan, if you feel the same way. I don't have to hear the words, that would be asking too much, I know. If you feel the same, if you want what I want.. then stay with me." Morrigan looked down, then to the side, anywhere but those bottomless amber eyes filled with a question.
'Weakness!,' her own voice hissed in her head. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she looked back at him. And took his hand. "There is nowhere I'd rather be."

Mathias felt like he'd just cast down the Chantry, discovered a secret to immortality, and become the Archon of Tevinter, all at once. It was impossible to describe the groundswell of joy and relief and gratitude that roared up inside him. So, he did the next best thing.

Morrigan was stunned when Mathias wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with a passion that was almost frightening. Her eyes were wide in surprise as he sealed his mouth over hers, his strong arms holding her against his firm chest tightly, his heart thundering within. Then, she closed them, and returned the kiss with equal fervor. Her hands tangled into that soft, wonderful silver mane, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, the wriggling wet muscle wrestling his for dominance. He moaned into the kiss, and she smiled against his lips, letting out a surprised, but delighted yelp into his mouth as he rolled her onto her back, bracing himself on his hands as they kissed, her hands never leaving those argent tresses. They broke the kiss, panting raggedly as her hands slid down to his shoulders. His long, pale locks fell around them like a shimmering curtain, and she smiled up at him, even as she panted for breath.

Mathias traced his fingers over her cheek, tucking a stray shock of black hair behind her ear. He arched an eyebrow, smiling wryly.
"I have a thought.."
Morrigan smirked. "Oh? Just the one, then?"
Mathias chuckled.
"I walked into that one.. But still."
He tilted his head, still with that mischievous smile.
"It occurs to me.. that we are both wearing far too much."
Morrigan jerked open his collar with a purr.
"Tis a sentiment I heartily agree with."
What followed was a furious, chaotic shedding of fabric, enchanted robes, jewelry, smallclothes; it was all tossed haphazardly to the side. They could collect it later. For now, only one thing mattered.

Morrigan hissed, arching her back as Mathias sucked on her neck hungrily, wet, sucking kisses planted down her throat and over her collarbone. Her fellow spellcaster dragged his tongue -that wonderful tongue- in a slow, maddening spiral over her breast, starting from the outer curve of the beautiful mound, licking slowly around and inward, flicking the dusky pink nipple as he finished his ascent, only to seal his mouth over the little nub, sucking hungrily. She let out a shuddering moan as he sucked and licked at her breast, his free hand squeezing and kneading the other tenderly, his thumb and forefinger gently tweaking the other hardening peak.

She arched her back, squirming in pleasure as his talented mouth went to work. But she wasn't about to let him have all the fun. With a devilish grin, she slid her leg up between them, running her toes down his sculpted abs and through the silvery curls below, cooing a bit at the sensual tickle, before teasingly tracing the pale, pretty digits along his shaft. The moan in wrung from him reverberated into her nipple, sending a delightful tingle through her, and she responded by doing it again, earning similar results. She cradled the swelling shaft in her arch, curling and flexing her toes against the base. She felt the massive member begin to awaken in earnest, the heavy, hot length of flesh extending over her instep, then her ankle, and then bumping her knee. With a smirk, she brought her other foot into play, gripping the base of that mammoth cock with her toes, wriggling them teasingly. There wasn't much room to work with, but by the moans and purrs into her breast, and the way he shivered, she apparently didn't need any complex maneuvers.

Mathias gently nipped at her breast, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as he raked the sensitive peak with his teeth gingerly. His right arm used as a brace to keep him up, his left hand tracing down the smooth, delicately muscled expanse of her stomach, into the neatly-trimmed triangle of soft black curls. Morrigan hissed softly, arching against him, and her hand came down, clamping around his wrist. He lifted his head, looking at her curiously, and she smirked, her feet abandoning his shaft, her legs locking around his waist and pulling him against her a moment later. She bit her lip as she felt the huge, heavy length of throbbing flesh against her, reaching up nearly to her breasts in this position, every pulse of the veiny flesh-serpent sending shivers through her. She smiled up at him, and ground against him insistently. No words were needed.

Mathias drew back a bit, gripping his shaft just behind the head, his own fingers unable to circle it completely. He moved back a little more, to make room for the length, and guided it against her dripping folds. He slid the huge head up and down the tight, pink little cleft slowly, as much to tease her as to gather much-needed lubricant for the bloated, swollen tip. She bit her lip and purred, her hands fisting in his bedroll. He looked up at her, and she nodded, bracing herself. The Warden grit his teeth as he pressed his massive cockhead against Morrigan's molten gash, slowly spreading the tight pink lips around the tip. Though they had done this countless times before, a little care was needed, at least at first.

Slowly, but surely, the swollen, fist-sized mushroom of flesh pushed past her folds, sinking into the molten silk of her cunt. They both let out a strangled gasp as the penetration was achieved, Morrigan trying to keep from writhing as she gripped the soft ebon furs beneath her with white-knuckled hands. Mathias steadied his shaft with one hand, the other holding him up as he eased it in, letting her adjust slowly. Morrigan lifted a fist to her face, biting down on her knuckle as she felt the impossibly thick slab of meat stretch her, impaling her slowly in the most exquisite torture imaginable. If this kept up, she might lose her mind, she thought through the haze. Her legs slid up, wrapping around his waist and giving a tug, urging him on. He looked down at her in mild surprise, but smiled and nodded, shifting his weight to his hand as he kept his shaft steady, the few inches already inside her spreading those perfect pink petals wide around his shaft, her mound bulging with the abundance of meat it had to swallow. No words were needed.

With a hard, forceful shove, rocking forward to put his weight into it, almost the entire monstrous flesh-serpent surged into Morrigan's incredible tightness and warmth, a small bulge appearing just beneath the skin of her taut, smooth stomach. She let out a gurgling cry that he was sure they heard around the camp as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her teeth biting into his shoulder as the intrusion ripped through her most sensitive, sacred places. Black City! It felt like it was in her throat! No matter how many times she did this, she marveled at the sheer size of him. He could make a High Dragon shiver with that thing!

She clung desperately to him, shivering and spasming and waiting for the maddening sensation to die down, and he whispered soft, soothing words into her ear, the hand not keeping him from falling on her rubbing the small of her back. She felt the slight pain and maddening tingles die down, replaced with a wonderful feeling of fullness, and a blissful ache, an itch that desperately needed scratching. She squeezed him with her legs, long, beautiful visions of pale, smooth flesh, her toes curling. He got the message, -as he always did, she was happy to note- and drew back slowly, dragging the enormous breeding-pole out of her until just the head remained, earning a delicious moan from her in the process.

With a smooth, firm thrust, he buried himself back to the hilt, the head smacking against something deep inside and making her gasp. He pulled back again, till the corona of the massive cockhead tugged at her poor, over-stretched outer folds, and then sank back in in one motion. He slowly built up a tempo of the smooth, deep thrusts, keeping it steady for now. Morrigan was in heaven, every little motion of that beautiful monster sending fire racing through her veins, warmth and delicious shocks enveloping her groin. The incredible length plumbed depths she hadn't known she had until meeting him, and the thickness ensured that her clit was pulled against the slick shaft on every stroke. She pushed her hips up to meet him, her legs clamped like iron bands around his waist.

He picked up the pace, a quick rhythm of deep thrusts, pulling out halfway and driving back in, her hot, slick walls gripping and sucking at his plundering cock, squeezing him in a delicious stranglehold. He alternated the quick, relatively shallow thrusts with an intermittent treat for them both, drawing back to the head and slamming back in with enough force to lift her lower half of the ground, her breasts bouncing enticingly as the sound of their hips meeting echoed so loud he could swear they heard them outside. The steady, sinfully wonderful smack of flesh-on-flesh filled the tent, fighting to be heard among the gasps and moans and loving curses.

Morrigan bit her lip, her arms wrapped around his neck with desperate strength as she buried her face in his neck, her legs locked in a deathgrip around his hips. She could feel a fiery knot tensing in her belly, and each thrust, each beautiful thrust pulled it tighter.
"Make me cum, make me yours!" She hissed breathlessly in his ear, and her command was answered a second later, the knot snapping and sending a blinding heat through her entire being, shuddering exploding points of bliss erupting throughout her body. She bit into his neck to muffle a scream, drawing a thin trickle of blood as she quivered and spasmed on his cock, a deluge of hot, oily fluids drenching his crotch as he pistoned into her. She held on for dear life, knowing that this was just the first of many.

The feeble moonlight that filtered in through the canvas and the flap of the tent was the only light, now, illuminating two pale, sweat-sheened forms as they ground and writhed together. The lamp inside, and the campfire without, both so brilliant when they began, had dwindled to nothing. Morrigan didn't know how long they'd been at it, and, still reeling from the last earth-shattering high she'd rode, she didn't think the telling of time was particularly relevant. She moaned deeply as Mathias ran his tongue along her sole, one of her long, divine legs pulled up against his chest as he pounded into her. She curled her toes, trapping his adoring tongue between them, the hot, wriggling muscle flexing and curling against the delicious digits. She felt, rather than heard, his deep, desperate moan into the ball of her foot, and his thrusts lost that perfect tempo, becoming slightly erratic as his toned muscles tensed beneath the pale skin.

She knew what was coming, and reveled in it, locking her legs tightly around his waist once more, reaching up to drape her arms around his neck. She watched his face intently, his sweat-dampened silver locks falling over his shoulders and chest like a shroud.
"Do it, my love.. fill me up, mark me as yours.."
She whispered into his ear, practically purring the last word.
"Forever.."
The dam broke, and Mathias gave one last, brutal thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go in his beautiful witch. His, and no one else's. That thought was accompanied by a torrential blast of warmth deep inside Morrigan, forceful streams of hot, thick seed exploding into her clenching cunt. It was like someone had opened a spigot, and ropey strands of virile cum criss-crossed across her womb, painting her in her Warden's seed. The pulses were almost hard enough to sting, and she felt the heavy warmth, already pooled deep in her most sacred place, flowing back up around the shaft, the pressure finally released as sluggish squirts of his thick seed escaped the seal of his cock. The building pressure, coupled with that delicious 'pop' of Mathias' cum escaping sent Morrigan into another round of spasms, her head thrown back as she clamped down on the gushing member, milking it with quivering walls already drenched. Mathias gave a few more erratic thrusts, churning the creampie into a nice, frothy mess before his climax finally petered out, collapsing onto his elbows and panting against her sweat-slick forehead.

Morrigan gasped for breath, her lungs trying to catch up to her racing heart as a blissful, lazy warmth overtook her. Mathias was in similar shape, a glazed, but happy look on his face. After a moment, he untangled them, and Morrigan sighed as she felt what seemed like a gallon of hot, gooey jism flow out of her, making an absolute mess of the luxurious ebony fur beneath her. She chuckled softly, looking up at Mathias with a sheepish smile. He leaned in, kissing her softly.
"I was going to wash it soon, anyway.."
He pulled her against him tenderly, wrapping an arm around her waist as she snuggled against his chest, tucking her head under his chin. He pulled a blanket over them, and kissed the crown of her head, tattooed eyelids fluttering already as he yawned.
"Mmmn.. I love you.."

And then, he was out. Morrigan rested her head against him, listening to his heartbeat.

She cast about with her yellow eyes for a moment, making sure they were well and truly alone, and she closed her eyes, snuggling into his embrace. Whatever happened, no one could take this moment from her.
"I love you too.." And she drifted off, content.