Seduction of her Second
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+A through F › Dragon Age (all)
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Adult +
Chapters:
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2
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Seduction of her Second
Seduction of her Second
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own anything, Dragon Age is not mine. The characters, game content and materials in the following story are copyrighted to BioWare. Neither I, nor this story, are endorsed by or affiliated with BioWare, or its licensors or subsidiaries. I do not receive any monetary compensation from the publication of this narrative. All Rights Reserved.
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Gorim walks about his home reviewing Serlynda Aeducan’s schedule for the next day; as Lady Aeducan’s second it is his responsibility to keep his lady on schedule, escort her as she travels and to guard her as needed. He sips his ale, closes his eyes and tests his memory of her itinerary. Content that he has everything memorized, he sets his empty mug on the small dining table followed by tomorrow’s list.
“So, were you serious about offering to teach am anything I wanted?” a woman asks. Gorim spins quickly, his warrior reflexes ready for battle. He finds himself looking at Lady Aeducan, leaning casually against a wall. Her beautiful eyes holding a mischievous gleam
“Lady Aeducan!” Gorim exclaimed. “If I may be so bold, my lady, it is not wise to sneak up on a warrior.”
“Were you Berserker trained, I would not have.” She explains. Pushing herself off the wall and removing the cloak she had draped over her shoulders, revealing a thin silk sleeping gown.
“Earlier today you said you’d teach me anything I wished to know.” She tosses the cloak over a nearby chair.
“Teach me how to please you.” She whispers into his ear, her fingers toying with the ties of his tunic.
Is she really here? Is she suggesting what he thinks she is suggesting? This sort of thing just does not happen. Noble women do not sneak out of the Diamond Quarter to seduce warriors living in the Common Quarters in the middle of the night. Well, there were stories, the secret erotic tales not held by the Shaperate, but oh so common in Dust Town. Was this really happening? Did she really just run her hands up his naked chest? Was she really kissing his neck? He was afraid to move, worried that he would wake up and find himself alone.
He hears her sigh a quiet embarrassed sound as she backs away. “Forgive me Gorim, I...I must have misunderstood. I’m...I’m sorry.”
“No, my lady, there was no misunderstanding.” He says, gripping her arms and kissing her, proving just how right she was to come to him. His mouth hungrily devoured the little mewling sounds she makes. His tunic was now off and somewhere in the living room and his pants were probably in the kitchen. The only thing separating them is the thin silk she wore. He wrapped his powerful arms about her, pulling her close as his mouth continues to cover hers.
“Gorim.” She sighs as his lips explore her soft neck. His powerful hands, worked feverishly to remove the delicate, surface silk she wore without tearing it.
“Tear it. Please just tear it.” She whispers, her nails beginning to bite into his back. The warrior in him howled with delight at this request, but his survival instinct spoke up.
“No...” he whispers, “...take this off for me.” He requests. Even in his haze of lust he knows that she cannot return to the palace in ripped clothing without raising questions that could get him killed.
“Kiss me.” She orders, her fingers working frantically to strip off the delicate outfit. Again his lips find hers, his intention is to carry her off into his bedroom, after all the daughter of the king deserves bed. However she seems to have other plans as she pulls him to the floor.
“I can’t wait. I need you now. Please Gorim.”
“As you will.” He says, moments before she calls out his name as he fills her. Her nails tear into his back. She calls out his name, her hips rising to meet his in a fevered rhythm, her teeth leaving their mark on his shoulder.
His voice is gruff and deep from desire as he calls her name. “Ride me, my lady.” He rolls, pulling her on top. “Please...ride me.” His hands explore her soft, skin as she slowly takes him in, pulling a low guttural groan from somewhere in his chest. Watching her take her pleasure from him was breathtaking. Her eyes closed, her head rolled back, he loved listening to her call his name as she neared her climax. When her climax hit she was hailing him as a paragon.
Somehow he found the strength to gather her into his arms and carry her to his bedroom, at least they could cuddle in the comfort of his bed. She sidles up next to him and rests her head upon his chest. He wraps one arm about her shoulders as his other hand toys with her tussled hair. They both know their relationship must be kept a secret from her family, lest he find himself on the end of an assassin’s dagger. But now is not the time for such thoughts. They have precious little time left until she had to return to the palace, he was not going to waste it...and judging by the southbound travel of her hand, neither was she.
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own anything, Dragon Age is not mine. The characters, game content and materials in the following story are copyrighted to BioWare. Neither I, nor this story, are endorsed by or affiliated with BioWare, or its licensors or subsidiaries. I do not receive any monetary compensation from the publication of this narrative. All Rights Reserved.
______________________________..~~~**~~~.._______________________________
Gorim walks about his home reviewing Serlynda Aeducan’s schedule for the next day; as Lady Aeducan’s second it is his responsibility to keep his lady on schedule, escort her as she travels and to guard her as needed. He sips his ale, closes his eyes and tests his memory of her itinerary. Content that he has everything memorized, he sets his empty mug on the small dining table followed by tomorrow’s list.
“So, were you serious about offering to teach am anything I wanted?” a woman asks. Gorim spins quickly, his warrior reflexes ready for battle. He finds himself looking at Lady Aeducan, leaning casually against a wall. Her beautiful eyes holding a mischievous gleam
“Lady Aeducan!” Gorim exclaimed. “If I may be so bold, my lady, it is not wise to sneak up on a warrior.”
“Were you Berserker trained, I would not have.” She explains. Pushing herself off the wall and removing the cloak she had draped over her shoulders, revealing a thin silk sleeping gown.
“Earlier today you said you’d teach me anything I wished to know.” She tosses the cloak over a nearby chair.
“Teach me how to please you.” She whispers into his ear, her fingers toying with the ties of his tunic.
Is she really here? Is she suggesting what he thinks she is suggesting? This sort of thing just does not happen. Noble women do not sneak out of the Diamond Quarter to seduce warriors living in the Common Quarters in the middle of the night. Well, there were stories, the secret erotic tales not held by the Shaperate, but oh so common in Dust Town. Was this really happening? Did she really just run her hands up his naked chest? Was she really kissing his neck? He was afraid to move, worried that he would wake up and find himself alone.
He hears her sigh a quiet embarrassed sound as she backs away. “Forgive me Gorim, I...I must have misunderstood. I’m...I’m sorry.”
“No, my lady, there was no misunderstanding.” He says, gripping her arms and kissing her, proving just how right she was to come to him. His mouth hungrily devoured the little mewling sounds she makes. His tunic was now off and somewhere in the living room and his pants were probably in the kitchen. The only thing separating them is the thin silk she wore. He wrapped his powerful arms about her, pulling her close as his mouth continues to cover hers.
“Gorim.” She sighs as his lips explore her soft neck. His powerful hands, worked feverishly to remove the delicate, surface silk she wore without tearing it.
“Tear it. Please just tear it.” She whispers, her nails beginning to bite into his back. The warrior in him howled with delight at this request, but his survival instinct spoke up.
“No...” he whispers, “...take this off for me.” He requests. Even in his haze of lust he knows that she cannot return to the palace in ripped clothing without raising questions that could get him killed.
“Kiss me.” She orders, her fingers working frantically to strip off the delicate outfit. Again his lips find hers, his intention is to carry her off into his bedroom, after all the daughter of the king deserves bed. However she seems to have other plans as she pulls him to the floor.
“I can’t wait. I need you now. Please Gorim.”
“As you will.” He says, moments before she calls out his name as he fills her. Her nails tear into his back. She calls out his name, her hips rising to meet his in a fevered rhythm, her teeth leaving their mark on his shoulder.
His voice is gruff and deep from desire as he calls her name. “Ride me, my lady.” He rolls, pulling her on top. “Please...ride me.” His hands explore her soft, skin as she slowly takes him in, pulling a low guttural groan from somewhere in his chest. Watching her take her pleasure from him was breathtaking. Her eyes closed, her head rolled back, he loved listening to her call his name as she neared her climax. When her climax hit she was hailing him as a paragon.
Somehow he found the strength to gather her into his arms and carry her to his bedroom, at least they could cuddle in the comfort of his bed. She sidles up next to him and rests her head upon his chest. He wraps one arm about her shoulders as his other hand toys with her tussled hair. They both know their relationship must be kept a secret from her family, lest he find himself on the end of an assassin’s dagger. But now is not the time for such thoughts. They have precious little time left until she had to return to the palace, he was not going to waste it...and judging by the southbound travel of her hand, neither was she.