What Happened

“Tis not working,” Morrigan complained, stomping out into the hall where Neria was waiting
and looking distinctly nervous.

“What’s not working? The spell?” Neria asked, biting her lower lip.

“Nothing so simple,” Morrigan sighed irritably. “Loghain isn’t working.”

Neria frowned. “What do you mean, not working?”

“You know exactly what I mean, girl. Don’t be a fool,” Morrgian replied. “Apparently, closing
his eyes and thinking of his dead wife is not as effective as he expected.”

Neria sighed hard and flopped back against the wall. “So that’s it then? We die because Loghain
can’t get it up. How wonderful. I thought you were the mistress of seduction Morrigan.
Apparently I was wrong.”

“If you think you can do better, you are welcome to try,” Morrigan snapped.

Neria snorted. “Well, if the choice is death, or managing to give Loghain an erection, I’m
certainly willing to try.”

Before Morrigan could spit out a sarcastic retort, or she lost her nerve, Neria spun on her heel and
marched into the bedroom. She tried to be as bold as she had been the day she marched into the
Landsmeet, but once the door was open and she spotted Loghain laying on the bed, shirtless and
disheveled, her bravado evaporated.

“What?” he said, looking up at her with weary eyes. “Have you come to berate me, Warden?”

He looked horrified and so tired. Neria had a sudden welling of pity that leapt up into her throat.
Frowning, she padded over the the bed and sat down on the edge gingerly. Loghain held her gaze
with surprisingly little embarrassment.

“No,” she said quietly. “I . . . look, Loghain. I really don’t want to die tomorrow.”

“Then don’t,” he said, sitting up. His dark hair swung forward into his face and he brushed it
back. “I will do it.”

“But you don’t know that’s what will happen Loghain,” she replied. She reached out, less
hesitantly that she thought she might, and laid her hand on his forearm. “Besides, I don’t want
you to die either. Ferelden needs its greatest general, now more than ever.”

Loghain grunted. “Great general indeed.” He sighed. “Greatly celibate for so long that I’m
useless.”

“Maybe it’s her,” Neria replied, sliding closer. She tucked her legs up on to the bed and moved a
bit closer still. She caught a faint scent of steel and musk. She blinked. Was that him?

“That is entirely possible,” he replied. “I have little desire for such a woman.”

Neria looked up at him again, at the blue glint of his eyes in the firelight and the sharp slant of
his high cheekbones. Her eyes wandered along the length of his neck and the angle of his collar
bone, down to the firm muscles of his chest. Holy Maker, she’d never realized it, not until this
moment, but when she finally looked and actually saw him it took all she had not to stare. By
Andraste, he was handsome.

“What do you desire?” she asked boldly.

Loghain canted an eyebrow at her. “Are you suggesting?” He seemed unable to say anything
more.

“Yes, I think I am,” she replied, running her hand up from his forearm along the bunched
muscles of his arm and on to the broad curve of his shoulder. “If you think it might help.”

Loghain looked at her hand curiously, as if he wasn’t completely sure what to expect. Slowly, he
turned his head back to her, his eyes flicking between her lips and the soft curve of her breasts
showing under her robes. Eventually, his eyes returned to hers and he gazed at her, unflinching.

“You are lovely,” he said finally. “But I can’t imagine that you would want such a thing to
occur. Perhaps that is the problem, more than anything else. It is offensive to me to be used in
such a way, when she clearly does not desire me.”

Neria cocked her head, smiling faintly. “Then she’s a fool. Because I can see much to want.”

“And you can suddenly forget what happened between us, this last year? This year where I did
whatever I could to end you?” he asked seriously.

“No, I can’t forget,” she said, using her hand on his shoulder as leverage to turn herself around
until she was kneeling on the bed beside him. “But I can forgive you.”

Something in Loghain’s expression softened. “I do not expect your mercy.”

Neria smirked. “Then I won’t offer you any.” She reached down, and gently pulled at the thin
linen sheet draped over his hips, exposing his nudity. He was an impressive man, to say the
least, even only half aroused as he was. She smiled back up at him. “May I?” she asked.

Loghain swallowed hard and seemed at a loss for words. He nodded.

If there was one thing she’d learned from Alistair, it was how to coax an unsure man to attention.
She leaned down, breathing deeply the tang of his skin. It was a wonderfully masculine
fragrance. Slowly she drew her tongue along the underside of his shaft and was rewarded by the
pulse of his blood rushing into his cock under her tongue. She glanced up at him under her
eyelashes.

He was staring at her intently, his blue eyes feverish. She moved her tongue again, swirling it
over the cap of his quickly thickening length. He closed his eyes, and leaned his head back for a
moment. Neria slipped her mouth around him, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. His
eyes flicked open and his head snapped forward.

“Maker’s Breath,” he swore, his hand flying up to grasp at her hair.

Neria considered a comment, but instead, slid the length of his cock further into her mouth and
discovered quickly that there was more than she could manage. She wrapped her hand around
the base of his cock, stroking slowly. He groaned.

Quickly, very quickly indeed, Loghain was becoming hard as a rock.

Neria caught movement out of the corner of her eye as she worked her mouth against him,
running her tongue along the thick ridge under his cock, savoring the salty flavor of his skin.
Morrigan was leaning against the open door, her arms folded under her breasts.

She snorted. “Well, it appears Grey Wardens are better at everything.”

Neria sat up, her hand still firmly wrapped around Loghain. She crooked her finger at Morrigan,
beckoning her close.

“Come here and I’ll show you,” Neria purred. Morrigan looked some combination of amused
and surprised, but did as she was told, slipping her robes off her shoulders and striding across the
room just as the Maker made her. Sinuously, Morrigan sat down next to Neria, one long fingered
hand on Loghain’s thigh.

Neria got a wicked look on her face. “Help me then, will you? He is quite handsome, isn’t he?”
Morrigan’s yellow eyes glittered and Loghain made a small sound that almost sounded like a
protest. They ignored him.

Leaning down again, Neria flicked her tongue on the side of Loghain’s cock, Morrigan’s tongue
quickly joining her until the two women were kissing feverishly with Loghain’s erection between
their hungry mouths.

Groaning helplessly, Loghain’s hips bucked off the bed involuntarily. Neria grinned and left
Morrigan lavishing praise on his cock. She ran her hand up the flat plane of Loghain’s belly and
along his chest, flicking her fingers over his nipple. She leaned in and caught his lower lip
between her teeth. She let it go, dragging her lips across the rough stubble on his cheek until her
mouth was against his ear.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispered into his ear.

“Maker,” he panted. “Yes, but . . . .” He sounded pained.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice still soft in his ear.

“I wish it was you,” he moaned. “I want to be inside you, not her.”

Neria felt a bead of moisture between her legs at his words. “You only need to spill yourself in
her, but I can bring you there. If that is what you want.”

“Please,” he groaned. “Yes, I want that.”

Neria slid back, nudging Morrigan away. She moved willingly, which was surprising. Morrigan
rarely let anyone take charge, but clearly, Neria was the one in command here. She swung a leg
over Loghain and pulled her robes off over her head in one fluid move. She paused, the tip of his
cock just resting against her moist slit.

She rocked her hips and he grabbed her fiercely, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips,
pushing himself deep up inside her. He shuddered and began thrusting up against her
mercilessly, his thick cock stretching her in ways she hadn’t realized were possible. She leaned
forward, bracing herself with her palms against Loghain’s hard chest. She felt Morrigan slither
up behind her, long cool fingers creeping around her ribs to cup her breasts. Morrigan’s fingers
pinched her nipple sharply. She felt her breath against her ear.

“I need him to come for me,” Morrigan warned. “Do not forget this in your pleasure.”

Neria managed a jerky nod. Beneath her, Loghain tensed, his eyes drawn to Morrigan’s questing
fingers.

He had a wickedly lustful look in his eyes. “Let her take what she wants,” he said, pushing up
into Neria hard. “I have other ways to please you, that will ensure she gets what she needs.” He
lifted her off him as if she was a doll, pulling her up along his chest until the junction of her
thighs was over his mouth. His tongue flicked out against her clit and she had to stifle a scream.

He pulled her up further until she was straddling his head and she grabbed the post of the bed to
steady herself. She felt the sharp intake of his breath, hearing Morrigan sigh as she slide down
on to his cock. His mouth worked feverishly against her, drawing her close to the edge of her
pleasure.

This was supposed to be to arouse him, to ensure their survival, but all Neria could think about
was the magic his tongue was creating. And she was supposed to be the mage.

Finally unable to hold back, she pressed herself down hard, his calloused fingers digging into her
hips. She screamed, pushing his tongue up deep inside her, coming on his face with an explosion
of pleasure she hadn’t known was possible. As the same time, she heard Morrigan groan and felt
Loghain’s body jerk forward, his groan vibrating against her sex as he spilled himself.

Panting hard, she crept down and leaned against him resting her head against his sweat soaked
chest. Neria listened contentedly to the maddening beat of Loghain’s heart against her ear. With
surprising tenderness, he brushed his lips across her forehead and wrapped his free arm around
her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He chuckled softly. “Thank you Warden,” he replied.

Neither of them noticed when Morrigan disappeared, closing the door behind her.