Cammen's Lament

Cammen’s Lament

This is a story of Aedan Cousland, human noble rogue with his persuasion skill completely maxed out.


Aedan Cousland grunted and jerked a bit as Morrigan’s hands stroked his bulging member. Hers didn’t delicately dance upon his shaft like Leliana’s talented hands instead she gripped him tightly, squeezing his thick appendage possessively. He was hers. They both knew it even if she wouldn’t admit it. That he was lost to her dark power, he’d long ago accepted.


Her face was close to his, studying his with those mysterious golden eyes as her hands elicited sharp gasps and twitches from him. Morrigan used his great length and her top’s lack of covering to good effect. As her hands stroked she had stepped into him, the fat head pressed between her supple breasts delightfully. The movement of her arms caused her generous tits to bounce and jiggle within their loose coverings, jouncing against his sensitive tip pleasurably. As Aedan watched one breast escaped, Morrigan’s thick thimble like nipple exposed to his gaze, telling the tale of her arousal in its erectness that she could not hide. She would only truly relax and show her womanly nature back in camp within his arms. Now she pleasured him in a workman like way as she gazed at him passively and somewhat amusedly.


He smirked at the dark nipple extending so vigorously outward so unlike Leliana’s puffy red ones whose areolas took up more than their fair share of her very generous breasts.


Morrigan noticed his look and her scowl appeared quickly. Immediately, without preamble her hands lifted from his cock. “It seems my arms grow weary.”


“Morrigan!”


She fixed her top and crossed her arms across her breasts, “It is not my fault that the dimensions of your member make its manipulation quite… taxing. Nor am I the one who provided you with such unnatural endurance and vitality. Perhaps you’d like me to use some magic to relieve you of either of these obstacles to your continued pleasure?”


Aedan gave her a horrified look for a moment before shifting to a smirk, “Is that what you want, dear Morrigan? You know I’d do anything for you.”


Her scowl only deepened and she turned away to look out of the ruin on to the Dalish camp, leaning against one broken pillar. He stepped up behind her, not bothering to put away his still achingly erect member. He pressed close, his shaft sliding upwards, its base pushing into the slight cleft of her ass through her long skirt while its head kissed her bare back just beneath her hood as it hung from her neck.


He heard her quick exhalation and he knew that she wanted nothing more than for him to take her now…for him to throw her down on the grass, rip her skirt from her exposing her sopping cunt to anyone who cared to look. She wanted them to copulate roughly and wildly like animals for all the elves to see. But she also wanted none of these. In fact she desired nothing more than for him to leave. Not because of her desire…her lust… but the other feelings she wouldn’t admit to having.


Her voice was sultry, keenly interested, “Whom will you seduce? The gate guard? She was quite athletic and no doubt her early hostility will make her plucking all the more enticing. Or perhaps their leader’s assistant. An elf maiden with a bust? Perhaps you will sate her curiosity for the human world with your prodigious human cock? Hmmm?”


Oh Morrigan…there is no woman like you! A mystery to the end. He had seduced endless women and cast them aside just as easily and yet Morrigan captivated him like no other! He’d seduced her as well of course, within days of their meeting in fact. But the more he had thought about it, he realized she had seduced him.


“Perhaps none. Should you ask I would take none but you.” He murmured softly to her, the thrill of the unknown filling him, for any other woman he would know what she would say and how she would react to his every word. He would play them like finely tuned instruments but not Morrigan. She would always react…unpredictably.


Her voice was sharp, “I ask not for your dependence as you well know.” She stepped away and began walking out into the camp, “Come. Let us find a proper warm sheath for that dangerous blade of yours. Or rather would you help these poor fools with their little werewolf problem.”


Aedan was caught off guard by her swift departure and he hurriedly stuffed himself away and jogged a bit to catch up with her, “I do believe Leliana and Alistair have that investigation well in hand. Besides I think improving our relations with the Dalish is a very necessary first step in securing their allegiance. What did you have in mind?”


She raised a hand and fluttered her fingers, “Oh I don’t know. We shall wander and I’ve no doubt that sensitive nose of yours will seek out something… interesting.”


And so they did. They explored the camp and Aedan spoke with many Dalish utilizing his famous charm and people skills while Morrigan hovered nearby trying and roundly failing to hold back her scathing comments and fierce scowls. In the end, his lovely witch was right for he found what they sought in a sad teenage boy gazing wistfully at a beautiful lass from afar. Hmmph…stalker much? That was certainly not the way to go. He’d be better off ignoring the girl or being an ass to her than being creepster.


He walked up to the boy and greeted him.


The elf got an awkward look upon his face and his eyes shifted left and right as if hoping Aedan was speaking to someone else. Reallizing he was indeed alone, he stammered, “Er…Hello?”


Aedan couldn’t help himself and barked, “Why are you cringing? Speak up!”


The boy’s embarrassment deepened, and flustered he tried to respond, “I..ah, that is… we, us…”


Morrigan’s voice drifted softly from over his shoulder, “A boy?! My! I didn’t realize the Warden was such a libertine….”

Aedan gave her a rude gesture behind his back as he through the kid a line, “Calm down. I won’t hurt you.” He said soothingly.


The softer response eased the poor guy’s nervousness quite a bit and he managed, “Of course. I’m-I’m very sorry. It’s just that… we don’t get many visitors. Like you, I mean. Of your kind.”


“Of my kind?” he asked raising his voice. He really was a cruel bastard….


The elf hurriedly replied his eyes very wide, “I didn’t mean it like that! I… Can we start over? I am Cammen, a hunter apprentice. Though I wish I could become a real hunter.”


Aedan slowly nodded, impressed. That was a smooth recovery. He hadn’t thought the lad had had it in him.


He was already pretty sure he had the score by now but he asked anyway, “Why can’t you?”


“I… shouldn’t be talking about this to an outsider. You wouldn’t understand.”


Uh huh…better men and women than you have tried to not spill their secrets to Aedan Cousland…


“Try me. I might surprise you.” Said Aedan his talented voice dripping with sincerity, his body language and expression saying, ‘You can trust me’.


Blah Blah…. He barely listened to Cammen’s tale of woe. He’d already guessed the story. It seems that lovely Gheyna would not accept his courtship because he was a lowly hunter’s apprentice. Now why he was sitting here feeling sorry for himself when all he had to do was bag some deer in the forest, was the question. The answer being he lacked the balls. Still even cowards could have their day provided they had a little cunning. Any manner of underhandedness could get him the animal carcass he needed. Hmph… such laziness in the younger generation. Morrigan had drifted around to the other side of the fire Cammen had been sitting at and Aedan’s eyes fell upon hers. There was just the slightest uptick in her supple lips. His lady approved.


Cammen was still droning on and Aedan could take no more. Clapping his hands together, he said, “Alright, hear is what I’m going to do for you, Cammen. I’m going to have a word with young Gheyna and we’ll have this all straightened out in no time.”


The boy looked utterly shocked at Aedan’s intention to help for a long moment before a brief flame of hope appeared in his eye, “You…you think that will help?”


Aedan smirked charmingly, “Trust me. I can be very persuasive.”

Aedan strode over to the girl sitting on a bench at a campfire several meters away.


He stepped closer than was polite, standing directly in front of her so that she could not stand without pressing uncomfortably close. That this put her head level with his bulging crotch was not an accident, she would know the contours of his loins by heart soon enough. She sat with her legs spread and Morrigan was no doubt enjoying the scene, the girl’s thighs spread wide for him as he stood directly in front of her, his own arousal visible for any who cared to look. That the Dalish wore no underclothes would no doubt make it all the more titillating. But Aedan knew Gheyna was innocent for the Dalish women sat like men, their legs casually open. In proper Ferelden society, women sat with their thighs primly together guarding their warm treasure from the unworthy. Only harlots and very horny ladies signaling their desire to be fucked sat so.


“Greetings.” He said warmly with his most sincere smile. She was clearly surprised by his sudden appearance and didn’t respond for a long moment. He decided she was a beauty, but in a plain elvish sort of way. Her skin was smooth and perfectly white despite the sun and her hair was a vibrant red, one long strand fell down the side of her face, accenting her porcelain cheeks. Her nose was thin and well formed, her mouth small with pert lips.


Finally she gathered herself and spoke, the typical Dalish greeting coming out smoothly despite her nervousness at his closeness. “Andaran atish’an, outsider.”


“You are Gheyna, correct? Cammen mentioned you.”


That was not at all what she’d expected him to say and her voice quavered, “You… spoke to him? What did he say?” He saw something in her expression. Hmm….so there were some feelings for Cammen there. Well, he had no doubt he could convince her to change her opinion about marrying the boy. He looked at Morrigan standing a few feet behind the girl. She raised one lilted eyebrow. Morrigan would not approve. The boy’s impotent longing disgusted her and Aedan’s helping him achieve something he did not deserve on his own would upset her worldview. Not that meant he should only do what she desired. That in itself would upset her as well even if she’d never admit it. But he knew how aroused she still was. She wanted a show.


Returning his attention to Gheyna, he wondered briefly how to go about it. Upsetting her a bit would make it easier and would no doubt amuse Morrigan. “He said that if he was lucky, he would bed you soon.”


She gasped, “He didn’t! Cammen would never say such a thing!”


Morrigan was silently laughing.


He could persuade her that he was speaking the truth but that might cause an eruption that would make it more difficult not less. Well, let’s get this where it needs to go….


In his most charming voice, “And I can see why. You are very beautiful, indeed.”


“I, uh, you…you are too kind…” She was embarrassed of such bald praise.


“Kind? Not at all. Cammen is not good enough for you.”


“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Okaaaay, not the brightest star in the sky. Well, that made it easier. Still Aedan was slightly disappointed. He loved a challenge.


“I mean you deserve a more worldly, man. Someone like myself.” He said confidently.

Her eyes widened as she took his meaning, “You mean… oh!” She couldn’t help it. Her eyes finally settled on what she’d been politely avoiding, the rather large bulge in his breaches. Her eyelids fluttered wider, her lips parted slightly, and her cheeks flushed. She stared. Aedan grinned. She had lain with a man before and had respect for size. That was good. He wasn’t in mood for a virgin.


She found her voice once more, her eyes still lingering, “ That’s… quite flattering, but—“


He leaned down and filled his voice with command and promise, “Come. Let’s discuss this in private.” Taking her hands in his, he pulled her to her feet. They were standing very close.


She looked up at him,“Just the two of us, you mean? You are not alone…” She nodded behind her. Good ears, she’d noticed Morrigan’s presence.


He stroked the tip of her ear familiarly, eliciting a small gasp from her, “Just the two of us. I really think we should talk.”


“Well… I suppose there’s no harm in it. We could… talk…. In one of the aravels….” She dipped her head to the side in the direction of the tent. He motioned for her to proceed. He followed her, carefully noting the slight sway to her hips under her leather skirt. Looking back, he saw Morrigan speaking with Cammen. The cowed boy looked like a mouse in the clutches of the cat….which was a pretty accurate appraisal of the situation.

Minutes later they were within the so called aravel both sitting upon a bench that ran against one taut wall. Brightly embroidered pillows sat upon the bench’s rear edge leaning against the tent’s wall forming a make shift couch. Aedan had let her sit down first and then he had sat down next to her very closely, their legs and hips fully pressed against each other. She was too polite to move or remark and part of her enjoyed the attention and the thrill of being alone with him, he could tell.


He was speaking to her in a calm, confident tone that let her know how assured he was about everything he said.


“Think about it, Gheyna. Your clan’s traditions say and your own instincts have shown that a proper mate must be strong, capable and confident. A simple hunter’s apprentice is not yet suitable for marriage while a successful hunter has shown his prowess and worthiness.


“Um…There’s truth in what you say…but you’re a human…”


“A human yes…but also a Grey Warden. Think on what little a hunter must do to prove his fitfulness for wedding. Kill a deer?”, he smirked and gave her a knowing look, “A harmless creature must be killed by a boy using a weapon that keeps him from the slightest possible danger? Now think on what I must face, Gheyna, to accomplish my sworn duty. Just to be chosen for entry to the Grey Wardens a man must have shown himself to be strong, capable, and confident, a cut above the rest. One of the harrowing tests to become one involves the drinking of darkspawn blood. “


She gasped, her eyes wide.


“Yes… I see you can imagine how bad that was but you don’t know the half of it. Only few are strong enough to bear the fowl evil of the poison and live. I’m sad to say that of the eight chosen in my group only myself survived.” A lie but a necessary embellishment. “The Dalish elf chosen soiled himself before expiring.” Was that last necessary? Probably not, but he was nothing if not an asshole.


She crinkled her nose in disgust and he knew she could probably imagine diffident little Cammen doing the same.


“And that was just becoming a Grey Warden. My trials after were each more formidable than the one before. I survived the battle at Ostagar and fought my way up the tower to light the beacon that would have Lothaine come charging in to destroy the darkspawn, only to have him betray us. The battle was lost and I had to fight my way through an overwhelming onslaught of darkspawn. To find my way out of that dark place I had to match wits with Flemeth, the Witch of the Wilds herself. I have spent every day since gathering an army to fight the Blight. I’ve saved the people of Red Cliff from the shambling undead. I’ve freed the Arl Eamon’s son from a desire demon’s dominion and I journeyed far to the west to retrieve the Ashes of Asante to cure the Arl Eamon of a terrible poison. I saved the Circle of Magi by defeating a Sloth demon as well as a powerful Maleficarum. Tell me my lovely Gheyna…tell me I am not worthy to be with you!”


“Oh…you…you are…but I-“


“I can see there is some small hesitation in you. You’re worried about what the others of your clan would think. Let me put that concern to rest, dear Gheyna. At this very moment, every elf lass in the camp is jealous of you.”


“What? They are?”


“Of course they are! That you are the most beautiful and well shaped in the band is a constant irritation for them. But now you have me all to yourself! You know, Mithra right?”


She was blushing and averting her gaze from his steady eyes ,“Um.. Of course! She’s one of our strongest warriors…a diligent guardian of our clan.”


“Did you not notice the fear in her of me and my companions?”


“You-you’re were quite fearsome to look upon. I-saw you speckled in…blood. But I don’t think Mithra was afraid. Her bow was drawn.”


He chuckled, “A warrior does not have an arrow drawn at the ready for someone she does not fear, Gheyna. Someone who is confident and unafraid does not need to clutch their weapons with quivering hands, love. Tell me, Gheyna, were my hands anywhere near my weapons as I strode into a camp of possible hostile elves surrounded by half a dozen hunters with drawn bows?”


“No…no, you weren’t afraid of us at all.”


“Oh, but I was, Gheyna. Not of your arrows or blades is true but the tales of Dalish beauty had me steeling my heart against its theft. And I fought and defended with all of my determination and will as I was assaulted by such loveliness as Mithra and then Lalna and then Elora. I wore through them all but when I saw your face, Gheyna I was defeated thoroughly and completely. It was as if you knocked the blades from my hands…I stood unarmed and unarmored before you…completely naked to your power, grace and beauty.”


Her eyes were wide and staring into his as she was entirely smitten by his flowery words. He knew she was primed and ready. He leaned in slowly and she instinctively tilted her head and parted her lips. He kissed her without hesitation. Not a weak questing kiss that she no doubt experienced with the novice boys she’d been with before but a strong kiss full of fire and passion. His lips pressed against hers as he took her face in his hands, his tongue sliding into her willing mouth to stroke her diffident tongue.

“Come now… you want to see the Grey Warden’s efforts on your behalf don’t you?” remarked the very scary woman leading Cammen over to the aravel. She’d insulted him at least eleven times by his count in only the few moments she’d been talking to him and yet he still couldn’t manage not to do as she bade. He was pretty sure she’d mentioned the possibility of turning him into a toad…


Instead of going to the front she led him around the back. The aravel had been set up backed up against a thicket of bushes but the woman slipped through them with ease while Cammen managed to get hit in the face by half a dozen branches and his clothes snatched by brambles countless times. Eventually, they made it through and she turned to him with a pleased look on her face. That that look was even more intimidating than her scowl would have been hard to believe mere moments before. She drew back the aravel’s flap where it met the pole in the corner.


Cammen looked inside and blinked his eyes giving them a chance to adjust to the darker inside.


What he finally saw struck him to the core.


The Warden was kissing Gheyna.


Cammen wanted to throw up. He wanted to run away. How could this- How could this be happening?! He didn’t care for her-


He tried to close his eyes. He tried to turn and run.


Cammen couldn’t move.


His eyes remained stubbornly open and focused as Gheyna hungrily kissed the Warden, her hands resting on his chest as his one of his own stroked her thigh just above her knee, sliding slightly under her skirt.


Cammen felt the woman step in close to peer into the tent beside him. He could smell her hair in his nostrils, a lilting scent of the forest. She spoke softly, “No doubt you are quite confused and distressed. A paralysis spell. It will fade in time. For now you should count yourself fortunate that I’ve deigned to impart some knowledge about the way the world really works to you. Power. If you have it and the force of will to use it, you can have and do whatever you want. This simpering girl could have been yours despite your shortcomings had you taken this one lesson to heart, whether you worked within or without the foolish traditions and rules of your people.”


Despite his horror at the situation, a strange feeling spread across him as he watched Gheyna be ravished in the way he’d always imagined. He couldn’t believe it but he was actually getting aroused and he fought hard to bring back his anger and shock. Slowly but surely he felt blood rush to his loins.. Soon enough his member was as hard as a rock and he couldn’t help but feel a part of him want to know how far she would go and how far the Warden would take her. Through frozen eyes, he watched as the Warden’s left hand drop to her legs once more while they continued to make out. His left hand casually dropped to her lap and slowly began to fondle her exposed inner thighs. She made no move to stop him. He continued to stroke upwards until he had almost reached his goal. Her skirt was getting pushed up to where you could see her red furred sex and Cammen inwardly moaned at finally seeing what he’d long imagined. She parted her thighs slightly to accommodate the human’s action and he soon found her naked pussy. A smile graced his lips as the tips of his fingers delved into her wet lips, probing and spreading them gently.


After a few moments of contact, she moved her hand down to his and pushed it away panting, "We shouldn't be doing this. We’re not yet married..." Cammen felt his shock and horror rebound as he heard those words. She intended to marry him?! But she’d only just met him?! He didn’t know anything about her?! He didn’t really care about her!


Instead of a reply, the Warden again brought his lips to hers and soon they were kissing passionately. She closed her eyes and thrust her tongue into his mouth like a snake. Then he reached down with one hand and worked at his breaches. Succeeding at his task he reached in and withdrew his huge semi-hard dick into the cool air of the aravel. Cammen goggled and stared. He had no idea they could be so large. Certainly no elf in the band was anywhere near so equipped. She was so absorbed in kissing him that she didn't notice. He then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs again. When she reached down to stop his advances he grasped her tiny hand and guided it to his manhood. When she made contact with his member she pulled her hand away and stared at his lengthy appendage in surprise. Suddenly the realization of what was in front of her broke down the curtain of reluctance. You could see by the look in her face that she was truly entranced by his semi-hard massively thick meat cudgel.


"We shouldn't be doing this. You should really put it away," she said finally as she continued to stare at his organ. There was no conviction in her voice.


He reached down and stroked his meat making the head swell, “Look what you’ve done to me, Gheyna. Your beauty has ensnared me. I’m your willing slave.”


She blushed, her eyes never leaving his still swelling member, “Don’t…don’t say such things….I-we should really stop.”, she panted.


Cammen’s attention was rapt upon the scene but he noticed a pungent exotic scent overriding the smell of the human woman’s hair and he imagined that it was Gheyna’s arousal so strong as to waft from her exposed loins to his very nostrils.


The Warden’s voice was soothing, “We don’t have to do anything, my lovely Gheyna.”


Cammen could see that she was reassured by those words but her eyes had not once left his burgeoning cock. She spoke, “I don’t know…”


“Touch it. Just touch it. Is that too much to ask?”


“No….no it isn’t…” she softly replied.


Cammen saw her resolve dissolve before his eyes as she leaned against the Warden’s chest and her small hand slowly reached for his monster. She lightly caressed the flared head and it resulted with a jerk from his cock. She tentatively slid her hand slowly down his shaft and grasped it just below the huge head. Her hand looked tiny on his massive cock. Her fingers barely circled his meat halfway around. She slowly pulled the foreskin up and covered the head. She gasped and began to slowly stroke it.


He was distracted by a pair of hands fumbling at his pants. He couldn’t move his eyes to look but he could see the woman peripherally.

A look of extreme distaste was on Morrigan’s face as her hand disappeared into Cammen’s pants. Her consternation increased as she struggled to grasp the boy’s member, “Do you not have genetalia? Or is it hiding from my critical gaze? That will not pause my critique, boy. A man’s member should never be shy. The manhood should bulge with vitality and dominance. Clothing can never truly conceal its presence. It declares to the world that here is a man with power… a man worthy to mate and for lesser women a man worthy to submit to like your little filly there. Ah! Here we are…”


She was already underwhelmed by the thin weak thing she felt in her fingers and was no more satisfied by what she saw when she drew it out. It was even smaller than the unworthy human men she’d slept with in her wandering years. Taken along with Zevran’s disappointing length, this did not bode well for the fitfulness of the Dalish race. That they were powerless wretches wandering across the lands worthless to the Fereldens was reason enough to believe so but she had hoped their lives battling for survival amongst the harsh realities of the wilds would impart some vitality.


She sighed. She liked to believe in her independence from Aedan but how was she supposed to break free when other men were so weak and unworthy. She could leave off sex entirely but she knew that was an empty choice. Aedan had done his job all too well. She was addicted. Her pussy now needed to be so well filled and pummeled so hard that she could hardly stand it. That he could spend hours each night sending her to ever increasing rarified heights of ecstasy and still sate his lusts with Leliana, Kalian, and the myriad whores he’d added to their retinue only proved his worthiness in her eyes.


Morrigan idly stroked Cammen’s pathetic member between her thumb and forefinger. Truth be told, she was impressed that he had an erection at all. During Aedan’s threesome with that pirate slut, Isabel, poor Zevran hadn’t even been able get hard in the face of Aedan’s superior manhood. Still, the elf boy wasn’t being asked to perform, should he she doubted not he would be similarly afflicted.


She left his member alone to see to her own needs as she returned her attention to the show inside the tent, one hand slid between the tight leather of her pants and her navel to tease her clit while the other slipped inside her top to pinch her hard nipple.


Morrigan was sure the girl thought Aedan’s prick couldn’t get any bigger or harder but as she started to stroke his organ, it did grow. This time she didn't resist when he ran his hand up her skirt to explore her exposed pussy as she stroked his cock. Her hairy snatch and engorged pussy lips were in full view as he fingered her. She kissed him again as he started to fuck her with his middle finger. He added another finger in her hole and she spread her legs wider to accommodate. He was driving her wild with his big fingers inside of her. She was on the brink of orgasm when he backed off and removed his hand from her soaked snatch. He ended their kiss and commented how beautiful and hot her pussy was, judging her arousal so strong that lewd forbidden comments would only turn her on more. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. He told her that she tasted as good as she looked. He said that he wanted her badly. You could see that his words had inflamed her desire. She was hot with lust. He was going to make her beg for it.


She gazed at the big dick that she held in her hand. She laid her head on his chest as she began to jack him off more enthusiastically. She had a look of fascination and lust on her pretty face as she stroked his huge cock.


He started to run his left hand through her hair over and over to let her know that she was providing the proper stimulation. Morrigan recognized the move, he was gently pushing and encouraging her to move her face toward the huge penis head. He was clearly excited about the prospect of her trying to wrap her small mouth around his dick. Her head moved slowly, almost imperceptivity toward the target as she stroked his cock. Her lips were only an inch away when a large drop of pre-cum appeared at the slit. She moaned and her tongue darted from between her pink lips to lick away the drop. Aedan clearly took that as a signal that it was time to feed her.

Morrigan smirked. No more games. No more cajoling. It was time to take what was his. What was his because he had the power to take it. Her fingers squished in her sopping pussy


He gently clasped the back of her head and gently forced her lips onto the head of his penis, far more gently than Morrigan desired. That bastard. He knew she was watching and was purposefully denying her what she truly wanted to see. The elf maiden’s lips lingered as she kissed the flared head wetly. She moaned again.


She kissed her way down the shaft and found his balls. She lifted them and kissed them too. She started to work on his rigid member with her mouth as in a manner that spoke of more experience than Morrigan would have guessed. It seemed the young elves didn’t pay attention to their elders’ words as much as they claimed. Still, she doubted the girl had ever showed this level of enthusiasm with the pathetic elves around here. She continued to kiss and lick at its length, really getting into it. She then kissed her way to the top of his shaft and licked around the flared head of his manhood, capturing the pre-cum that leaked from its slit. He squirmed and lightly moaned when she did this, more to let her know she was doing adequately than any involuntary reaction. No simpering elf maiden was going to truly impress the Grey Warden who’d fucked every whore in the finest brothel of Denerim including the madam to the point of bringing them to tears, dropping dead from sheer exhaustion, and moaning about seeing their long dead idol, Andraste as they climaxed.


Up and down his shaft the girl bathed his huge penis with her nimble tongue. She licked her way back up to the swelling head and swirled her tongue around and around the spongy gland making him squirm again. He obviously wanted to put his hard dick in her hot mouth. Finally, she grasped his dick by the root and then proceeded to take his rigid member into her mouth. She was going to blow him. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and his hips jerked upwards involuntarily. Slowly she began ingesting his pecker. Down she went, deeper and deeper sucking him. Finally she stopped and could work no more. Morrigan laughed. She’d managed maybe three inches. That was expected, of course. Only after months of effort could Morrigan take as much as she could. Those so called experts at the Pearl could only manage a fourth. Only Leliana came close. Aedan claimed his mother could take it all. Out of respect for the dead, Morrigan didn’t say what she thought of that claim.


Aedan had now guided her to the girl to her feet and was quickly divesting her of all of her clothing. There was no more hesitation in her. She knew she was going to get fucked and she wanted it. Aedan’s silver tongue could talk just about any woman out of her clothes but once his supremely masculine member was unveiled nature took over. The academics of Ferelden stated human women didn’t go into heat like their animal counterparts but Morrigan knew the truth. The lie was that there was something special about humanity that set them above the rest. Since she’d first laid eyes on Aedan in her wolf form, she’d noted his well filled trousers. The wolf mind recognized the alpha male and Morrigan had found it somewhat difficult not to go to him then. Later, when they’d finally lain together she had been very anxious to uncover his stiff trouser titan. She’d not been prepared for the wave of lust that engulfed her upon its unveiling. She felt the heat…the need to prostrate herself on the ground and lift her ass to his gaze, to be taken like the bitch she was. She had managed to fight the need and they mated as equals. And yet sometimes she still let herself be taken submissively and just so long as she got to dominate him eventually it was fine.


He was out of his armor now and his cock looked even more massive in his naked state. He laid the girl out on the ground bending her knees and spreading her wide for him as he knelt. Morrigan noticed the frozen boy’s little dick was dribbling a thin stream of pre-cum. She smirked, imagining the boy was urinating in submission as lesser male wolves did in the presence of the alpha wolf.


Aedan had three fingers inside her, loosening her up and she moaned gyrated upon the dirt. He took his sopping fingers and rubbed her frothy juice upon his shaft, spitting and adding his saliva to the lubricant. A very necessary precaution as Morrigan remembered her first time with him, becoming a virgin all over again.


He rubbed the fat head up and down the elf’s slick enflamed pussy lips.

“Be careful. I’m not used to a human’s phallus. I’ve only ever lain with elves.”


“Oh! And there’s a difference between the two?”


“Of course…everyone knows that humans are well endowed. It’s a very taboo thing to talk about but we know the tales and ballads of Henoth. They are very wrong…so perverse but no other stories or songs are so descriptive…of…sex.” She very hesitantly told him as she squirmed anxiously her eyes never leaving his cock perched at her leaking opening.


Morrigan could see him fight not to laugh. She knew what so amused him. Leliana had once explained the truth behind them. Morrigan could not believe that the Henoth tales had managed to infect the proud and reclusive Dalish! Henoth had been a city elf bard hired by a human lord a hundred years ago to spread lewd and exaggerated songs and stories of his and his ancestors’ sexual prowess in the hopes of making the beautiful elven lasses of his barony’s alienage more amenable to his advances. It had failed spectacularly and tales were told of the lord’s buffoonery. Everyone knew they were lies…except apparently for the Dalish who heard just the stories and songs without the backstory by some traveling bard at some point. It seemed Dalish women thought of human men in much the way human women thought of Qunari men. Morrigan shook her head, would that it were true. She’d be free of him! And a subtle investigation had uncovered that if Sten was anything to judge his race by, Qunari were thicker than humans but no longer. Thicker was nice but Aeden’s girth made Sten’s look like a twig.


After moments of stroking her pussy with the head of his dick, he started to enter her. It took patience and perseverance. He slowly rocked back and forth. With each stroke, he gained a little more penetration. She was starting to go crazy under him raising her hips to meet his thrusts. The girl began to moan and wail, her sense of self quickly vanishing under a tidal wave of pleasure.


He continued his short strokes opening her formerly tight twat to accommodate his huge cock. Morrigan knew she couldn’t take it all. She was a tiny thing. Both herself and Leliana were rather buxom and they could only barely fit all of his great mass. But Morrigan was astonished to see his big balls came to rest on her ass. He had stuffed her full of his giant dick and she loved it. She didn’t believe it. The girl had to have some magical ability to transport the end of his cock to the Fade! This was her first time!


He continued to fuck her with short, slow stokes. She panted, gasped and moaned as he slid his dick in and out of her wet hole. Her ass wriggled and writhed as he started to screw her with longer, faster strokes. She seemed to have an orgasm with each stroke. She placed her hands on his ass and urged him to fuck her harder. Morrigan thought she would see his cock coming out of her mouth any second. He fucked her for what must have been half an hour while Morrigan plummed the depth of her aching pussy. The desire to join in was damning but she maintained herself, once again proving her own worthiness.


Finally he was starting to yield to my elf’s tight cunt. His movements became erratic and he plunged as deep as he could, filling the girl’s womb with his hot seed. She wrapped her legs around him the best that she could and held him tight while they both came. He continued to shudder and finally collapsed on. She kissed him passionately and he returned the kiss. They stayed like that for a long time. His hose was still connected to her like an umbilical cord. He held her to him rolled onto his back displacing his cock from her now dripping cunt. Her cunt lips were swollen and her hole was gaping.


Morrigan was recovering from her own orgasm when she released Cammen from her spell. He moaned and his hands flew to his dick to jerk it violently. He came in seconds, his dick spurting a truly anemic amount to Morrigan’s eyes. In his exhausted stupor, she easily dragged him into the tent through the flap. She let him collapse on the ground near his similarly disposed love.


She strode purposefully up to Aedan as he stood over his conquest like a triumphant hero, his member only half mast after such a short bout of sex. She kissed him hungrily without preamble, one of her hands grasping his shaft and squeezing it possessively while the other palmed his heavy sack similarly. She broke for air, leaving him gasping after his bit of aerobic activity.


“Enjoy?” he asked with that ever present smirk of his.


“Hmmm…Not such an impressive feat for the man who seduced Arl Eamon’s wife and bedded her right next to the man’s comatose body.”


“You always come back to that. I fear I will never mount a more impressive conquest and the thought quakes within me for how will I ever impress my one true love, Morrigan. For If I should-A-ouch!” He snatched his hands back as the witch’s weak lightning spell shocked him.


“I told you I will have no more of that jest. Save such weak ephemeral things for Liliana. And as to my continuing fondness for that particular event…it hardly needs explaining but I will do so once again to sate your voracious desire for the telling. In the wilds, I studied the beasts when I swam in their forms and their mating rituals were of particular interest to a girl of coming years. That despite humanity’s bleatings to the contrary, they are little more than beasts in this, is particularly titillating. Among beasts, the strongest most formidable male has his pick of the females. And so it is true of them, despite their civilization and god, a Grey Warden with his fearsome reputation, his silver tongue, and his very far above average genitalia can bed even the most devoted of wives of a supposedly powerful lord. Which brings us back to why I should be impressed with the bedding of a simple elf maiden.”


“Ah…perhaps I wasn’t trying to impress you? Perhaps it was to honor you’re peculiar way of looking at the world?”


“Hmmm…and yours too…”


She kissed him once more.


When the two teenage elves finally came around Aedan explained the way it would go. Despite his love and affection for Gheyna, he could not marry her. The keeper forbid a marriage outside the clan. Gheyna wailed and protested. She promised to run away to join his band. Morrigan rolled her eyes at this. They had more than enough useless women with them as it was. She could see Aedan was tempted and she reminded him of his promise to Cammen. Now that truly went against the grain but there was no way this bitch with her wonder pussy was going to be coming with them. Aedan relented and explained that Gheyna was now almost certainly pregnant. He would be going away to war and possibly not return. The baby would need a definite father. Aedan declared Cammen the surrogate. Gheyna’s reaction was instant. She spat her hate and contempt for the lesser male much to the boy’s horror. But Aedan’s powers of persuasion won in the end as he explained how instrumental Cammen had been in their joining. Aedan had her kissing Cammen as she wept tears of joy in a truly pathetically short time. She was further mollified by Aedan’s assurance that he would be back to bed her often in the future.


A half hour later, Aedan and Morrigan were stepping back out into the camp.


“So…save the innocent from the vile werewolves?” he asked her.


She sighed, “Oh… I suppose…”