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+A through F › Dragon Age (all)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
11,310
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Hate
Loghain was pissed.
Maker's blood, that didn't even start to cover it. That damned Warden turned his entire world
upside down and he had enough. He'd slept with the disgusting swamp witch, at her command,
and she was going to pay for it. Loghain had been celibate for a long time, but the touch of that
witch woman had stoked a fire in him he'd forgotten he had.
The Warden was going to PAY.
Loghain stalked down the hall, the witch's sweat still damp on his skin. He reached to door to
the Warden's room and kicked the door open, the wood splintering as it slammed against the
stone wall.
"Lady Cousland," he said, his voice dripping with anger. "I have done what you commanded, but
nothing comes for free."
Elissa Cousland sat bolt upright in the bed, her long dark hair disheveled around her shoulders.
She clutched the sheet over her body and chastised herself for deciding to sleep in the nude.
“What do you want?” she snapped at him, trying not to be overwhelmed by the large intimidating
form of Loghain silhouetted in the doorway. “I don’t recall ordering you to barge in here and tell
me that you had fun fucking Morrigan, or did I? It’s all rather fuzzy.”
“Is it now?” he growled, taking a few abrupt steps forward. He fisted the sheet at the end of the
bed, and tugged on it. Not hard enough for her to lose her grasp on it, but enough for her to think
about it. “And trust me, I have not come here to tell you about my sexual prowess. In fact, I’ve
come to show you.”
Elissa’s mouth dropped open. “How dare you think . . . .” He pulled at the sheet in earnest this
time, ripping it out of her hands, exposing her to the night air. It was cold in the room, and her
body’s reaction to it fueled his blood.
“Don’t come near me,” Elissa panted, but she wasn’t reacting, or moving. Loghain stalked
closer, tearing his shirt off over his head as he walked. “I’ll kill you,” she said and meant it, but
her body was singing an entirely different tune. She knew she should run, or fight. She should
kick him between the legs. But instead she was entranced by the sight of his erection straining
against his trousers.
“You can best me,” Loghain said, as he crawled onto the bed. “You know this. So if you don’t
want this, stop me.” His icy blue eyes bore down on her, then roved, following the contours of
her body. He reached out a hand and ran it up her thigh, sinking a calloused finger into her.
“Your body does not seem to be in a fighting mood, after all.”
“I hate you,” she whispered, but instead of pulling away, she ground herself against his hand.
“Good,” he replied, scowling as he untied the laces of his pants, pulling himself on top of her. “I
hate you too.”
Maker's blood, that didn't even start to cover it. That damned Warden turned his entire world
upside down and he had enough. He'd slept with the disgusting swamp witch, at her command,
and she was going to pay for it. Loghain had been celibate for a long time, but the touch of that
witch woman had stoked a fire in him he'd forgotten he had.
The Warden was going to PAY.
Loghain stalked down the hall, the witch's sweat still damp on his skin. He reached to door to
the Warden's room and kicked the door open, the wood splintering as it slammed against the
stone wall.
"Lady Cousland," he said, his voice dripping with anger. "I have done what you commanded, but
nothing comes for free."
Elissa Cousland sat bolt upright in the bed, her long dark hair disheveled around her shoulders.
She clutched the sheet over her body and chastised herself for deciding to sleep in the nude.
“What do you want?” she snapped at him, trying not to be overwhelmed by the large intimidating
form of Loghain silhouetted in the doorway. “I don’t recall ordering you to barge in here and tell
me that you had fun fucking Morrigan, or did I? It’s all rather fuzzy.”
“Is it now?” he growled, taking a few abrupt steps forward. He fisted the sheet at the end of the
bed, and tugged on it. Not hard enough for her to lose her grasp on it, but enough for her to think
about it. “And trust me, I have not come here to tell you about my sexual prowess. In fact, I’ve
come to show you.”
Elissa’s mouth dropped open. “How dare you think . . . .” He pulled at the sheet in earnest this
time, ripping it out of her hands, exposing her to the night air. It was cold in the room, and her
body’s reaction to it fueled his blood.
“Don’t come near me,” Elissa panted, but she wasn’t reacting, or moving. Loghain stalked
closer, tearing his shirt off over his head as he walked. “I’ll kill you,” she said and meant it, but
her body was singing an entirely different tune. She knew she should run, or fight. She should
kick him between the legs. But instead she was entranced by the sight of his erection straining
against his trousers.
“You can best me,” Loghain said, as he crawled onto the bed. “You know this. So if you don’t
want this, stop me.” His icy blue eyes bore down on her, then roved, following the contours of
her body. He reached out a hand and ran it up her thigh, sinking a calloused finger into her.
“Your body does not seem to be in a fighting mood, after all.”
“I hate you,” she whispered, but instead of pulling away, she ground herself against his hand.
“Good,” he replied, scowling as he untied the laces of his pants, pulling himself on top of her. “I
hate you too.”