Leaving the Deep Roads

She looked at the closed clinic doors and read the message again "Meet me at the clinic as soon as you can. ~A". She paused it wasn't like Anders to have closed the clinic when he was around. She carefully pushed open the door. Anders was at the back of the clinc by the work bench pacing. "Is everything ok?" She said coming up to him, He looked tired and drawn. He stopped his pacing and lent against the bench biting his lip.


She jumped up on the bench next to him. His stance was stiff and uncomfortable. She sat silent waiting for him to speak.


 "I'm ..... I need your help."


She frowned that was not what she was expecting. "What do you need?" She went to touch his arm to turn him to look at her, but he moved away. 


"Justice's rage..... My rage is getting harder and harder to contain. I only need to see a Templar doing their rounds and I just want to....." He smiled slightly. "I want to rain fireballs down upon every Templar in creation..... In the past that was just a happy day dream, but now with Justice I can.....and after the incident with the girl...." With a frustrated expletive he started pacing. "When justice and I merged. He changed, but I also changed.... I still feel my magic as it has always been, but now there is a tempest inside of me. It burns and rages." He stooped his face drawn, she could see the effort it took him to ask for her aid. She motioned for him to come closer. He edged within reach of her and stopped unsure. 


"Oh come on!" She said exasperation in her voice. She pulled him in so he stood between her legs. 


He looked at her, his eyes level with hers a sideways slant to his mouth. "If I didn't know you better I'd say you were trying to distract me."


"I will neither confirm nor deny the accusations." He chucked releasing some of his stiffness. She held his hands in hers, "Close your eyes I will try and show you like you showed me, I will try and start slowly. Though I warn you it will be intense. This sort of magic tends to bring out powerful emotions..... Squeeze my hands if you want to stop."


He closed his eyes. She breathed and began to open herself. It started like a dust devil, the air spinning and getting warmer. She strained and tried to slow the release of power it spun and twisted the dusty feeling giving way to an almost fiery heat, pricking with electricity. She could feel his tendrils, blue lightning cracking against hers. She felt his body tense but he didn't squeeze her hands. With as much control and she could muster she held her power in check. It danced, it moved faster and faster, twisting and twirling seeking to build further or be released. She heard his shuddering breath but still no squeeze. With a grunt she let it build more struggling to keep the pace of the build measured. His own magic was building crackling and spinning. She could feel Justice's rage, the white anger that had no connection to Anders compassion. This was raw and uncompromising. She opened her eyes and looked into the blasing blue of his. His hands moved up her arms grasping so hard she was sure she would bruise.


"Do not attempt to tame me little girl! I have lived ages beyond imagining." It was Anders and not Anders the voice echoed and reverberated, Justice. 


She raised an eyebrow, her own recalcitrant nature comming to the fore. "Just watch me." And then she let go. The tempest crashed around them fire, ice, electricity and stone all of them and none. Justice made and inarticulate sound and his storm met hers. Hot and cold, red and blue, the tendrils vied, carressed, destroyed and flowed through each other. She pushed and so did she, step for step move for move they danced in the chaos. With out warning she stopped and simply let it go. The air was still once more. Justice looked bereft for a second, he had matched her every move and now he had withdrawn his own power. It might have almost been amusing if it weren't for his painful grip on her arms. Anders' eyes flicked back to brown, the burning lines of blue fire cross his body fading into nothingness. He released her arms and fell forward his hands resting heavily on the bench either side of her, his head bowed. His body trembled and he was breathing hard. "Anders?" 


"The rage... " he choked out. His body shaking with the effort to contain it. 


She grasped his chin in her hand and tilted it up to look at her. "This sort of energy, heightens all strong emotions, all passions, not just rage." She tilted her head down to his and brushed her lips against his, she then traced her tounge lightly across them. His hands grasped her hips hard. When she began to suck one of his lips into her mouth he groaned and ground his lips into hers, his tounge desperately darting into her mouth. His fire had broken the last vestiges of control  she had on her own and it blazed within her. She deftly undid the clasps on his coat pushing it unceremoniously off him. It fell with thud, his shirt quickly followed. His hands worked their way under her robes pushing the skirt up to he waist, when he encountered her complete lack of small clothes he shuddered with desire. He pulled down the wide neck of her robe, while she had forsaken lower small clothes her bountiful bosom still required support. With an impatient gesture he tore the clasp holding her bra in place. Her breasts tumbled free he suckled one nipple then the other, she cooed with pleasure her back arching.  He nibbled and sucked his way up her chest to he neck. She ran her nails down his back, leaving pink lines in their wake. 


"Fuck me my love," She whispered into his ear. 


 Lifting her legs he pushed her back so she was lying on the bench her legs against his chest.  He stroked her clit as he loosened his britches. His cock sprung free as hard as iron with one smooth motion he sheathed himself to the hilt. She writhed in pleasure as he fucked her, one hand in her clit the other roaming across her body. She could feel her wetness, feeling him sliding in and out, deeper and deeper. She bit her lip trying not to cry out as he drove her to orgasim. She came squeezing him hard, but still he fucked her. His eyes flickering between brown and blue. Suddenly she noticed his other hand, he had lubricated his finger with her juices and was slowly easing it into her anus. She started to shudder another climax building fast. With his finger in her ass and his cock buried deep within her she came violently. Anders groaned, a sound not wholey his nor Justice's, and she felt him explode inside her. His orgasim went on for a long time, his body continuing to spasiming with aftershocks as he fell against her. 


After a long time he looked up at her his head resting against her belly. "I didn't hurt you did I?" he said.


"No," She smiled at him. "I knew who you are when I chose to be with you. You are gentle but also fierce." She sat up slowly and he began to pull away. She grasped his arm and pulled him in for a kiss. "I love all of you," she whispered. He looked unsure. "Yes justice too," she smiled.


"I do not deserve you," he said and kissed her.


She wrapped her legs around him her body still aching for him, she felt his cock stir against her nether lips. Twisting her ankles together she rocked expertly against him until he groaned into her mouth. His eyes flashed blue and he picked her up, carrying her to the small back room where he used to sleep. He kicked the door closed and pushed her up against it, sheathing himself to the hilt as he did so.  


"Maker," he groaned and his voice was all justice. He saw the surprise in her eyes and smiled. "Now it is my turn to tame you," He growled and nipped her throat, driving hard into her. 


She cried out in pleasure then grinned wickedly back at him, "you are welcome to try, my love."


His eyes burned, passion, desire and love winding through their glowing depths. With one hand he caught up her wrists trapping them above her head with the other he tore her robe clean off. She fluttered around him, the unexpected thrill of the situation adding further fuel to the furnace of their desire. 


He began to languidly thrust in to her then, slow and deliberate thrusts, and she understood. It was a game of wills between them, two incredible forces sparking against each other. She  squeezed him as he thrust, tightening her walls around his shaft. She saw his eyelids flicker, his throat muscles tightening restraining his groan. She captured his mouth with hers summoning a spark of her magic she played with it on her tounge letting it dance between them. She felt his lips smile against hers, a chuckle bubled up from inside him, it was a chuckle wholey unlike Anders'. Using the leverage she had from being pushed against the door she pushed him back with her hips. He stumbled back slightly and his leg hit the edge of the bed. Keeping a firm grip on her he sat heavily on the bed using the opportunity to drive his cock deep insider her. She gasped into his mouth and he swallowed the sound laping up her pleasure. Adjusting her legs she pushed him back. Now she was in control and she rode his cock hard and fast. She watced his eyes flutter close and his hands tightened on her hips. When he was so close she could feel his control slipping she stopped, holding him at the brink. He was breathing hard, he opened his eyes and she smiled down into those glowing blue depths. He made an inarticulate sound and flipped her over. Burying her head into his shoulder she stifled a cry by biting down on the tender flesh. He growled in pleasure, thrusting deep. He pulled back and she watched as a wicked smiled spread across his face, reaching between them he brushed her clit. She writhed against him, caught between the pleasure of his touch and the desire to bring him to climax first. He closed his eyes, thrusting hard into her, without warning her ran a stream of power across her clit. It was too much, her orgasim came crashing over her, he cried out and followed her over the precipice. His phalus spasiming inside her as her pussy milked him dry. 


When he could talk again he looked at her, wonder infusing his features. Gently he stroked her cheek. "Maker," he said the blue glow beginning to fade. "I never knew." Then he was gone. Anders smiled at her his brown eyes twinkling, "If I knew how easily you would tame him I would've given in to your wily wiles sooner."


She laughed playfully slapping his arm, "I gave you enough invitations."


He chucked grasping her face and kissing her deeply.