What Happened

Damn that woman.

All of them in fact. Warden Tabris and Leliana in their entirely too revealing armor, if one could
call it that; the witch woman wearing next to nothing with her hips swaying as if she was on a
hinge.

Loghain was frustrated. He expected, at his age, that he would be past the time when he’d
suddenly have uncontrollable urges. But then he spied the three of them bathing. He’d been
heading to the pond, to scrub the blood from his hair and in the moonlight, three naked, wet
female bodies, laughing and washing one another. It was entirely more than he could handle.

He thanked the Maker for his armor, at that moment. So when he stumbled back to camp,
flushed and aroused, he didn’t make a complete fool of himself. He excused himself to his tent
swiftly, and managed to remove the plates of his armor by touch. And thankfully without
mangling his engorged cock on the metal.

Still filthy, but no longer caring for such niceties, Loghain laid down on his bedroll on his back.
He tried to distract himself. He had entirely enough bad memories; that should have been
enough. But he couldn’t get the image out of his head.

Morrigan’s curvaceous form, dark strands of hair clinging to her damp neck. Leliana’s round
form, large breasts moving as she ran a cloth across the Warden’s slender back. And Maker help
him, the Warden herself, lithe and slender in the way only an elf could be, her pointed ears
peeking through her damp coffee colored hair, the pert curve of her ass, her small but perfectly
formed breasts.

Loghain’s cock demanded satisfaction. And he was damned if he was going to try to sleep with
an aching set of balls, again.

He reached for himself, slipping his hand into the waistband of his pants. He wrapped his hand
around his cock, hurriedly untying the laces with the other. Finally free, he canted his cock up
and away from his belly with one hand and began to work his length with the other.

His mind played an image of the three women again, this time nothing so innocent as he’d spied
upon. Leliana’s full lips caressing the Warden’s erect nipple. Morrigan’s slender fingers
invading the cleft between the Warden’s legs. All three glistening with beads of cool water,
reflecting blue in the moonlight.

Loghain’s hand moved faster, full strokes along his generous length, his breath coming faster
now.

The Warden, and instead of Leliana’s lips, his own. Stubble rough against that too soft skin,
turning it pink; his calloused fingers probing her wet depths. And then her sliding down on to
her knees, her petal pink lips opening and taking the head of his cock within.

His cock pulsed in his hand. So close now. His hand moved in a slow, steady rhythm, but he
tightened his grip, imagining the vice of the Warden’s wet heat engulfing him. Loghain’s
groaned, deep in his throat.

Nearly there.

The tent flap slid open, but went unnoticed. “Loghain, are you alright? The others said you
looked ill,” her voice burst through his concentration.

His eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright, his fist still locked around his nearly bursting cock.
He saw her eyes widen as they adjusted to the darkness inside his tent.

“Maker,” she sputtered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t . . . .” He expected her to bolt away, revolted. But
itself she seemed frozen in place, her eyes transfixed on him.

Loghain was entirely too weary with the world to be embarrassed for long. “Yes, well,” he said,
clearing his throat. “I am a man. This is what we do.”

Her lips parted, her tongue darted out between for a second.

“So unless you wish to see the inevitable end of this act, I suggest you leave, and quickly,” he
managed, although he knew he sounded breathless.

Instead of fleeing, the Warden closed the flap behind her and sat back on her heels. She gave
him a smile that could only be described as wicked.

“Alright then, show me this inevitable end then, will you?” she purred.

The sound of her voice sent a bolt of pleasure through him he didn’t realize possible. Loghain
felt his balls pull up tight against the base of his cock. And with a few last, rough pumps of his
hand, he showed he exactly that as his seed pulsed from him, erupting from the head of his cock,
splattering against her bare knees.

With one delicate, tapered finger the Warden wiped a drop of his sperm from her leg and
hungrily licked it away.

“Next time,” she said. “Let me know earlier. Maybe I can help.”

Loghain was rightfully surprised, but he thought he might just take her up on her offer at that.

Help was always appreciated.