Melina snuck into Anders' clinic by shapeshifting into a rat and just observing him for the day. Kirkwall is filthy, anyway. What's one more rat under the rags he keeps in the corner as makeshift bandages?
Still missing half her ear and her fingers even in rat form.
Another scene with my beloved OTP, Warden Surana and Alistair. This is post Dragon Age: Origins, very close to the start of Inquisition.
Content and Warnings: intimacy via magical mirror, oral sex, PIV sex.
Pairing: Femme Surana x King Alistair
Temene settled in to her modest room at the inn on the border of Anderfels and Tevinter. While the accommodations in the wealthy Imperium were nicer than those in Anderfels, Temene at least knew she wouldn’t have to worry about sidelong glances at an elf taking a room to herself, with no Magister or master to keep her in line. The Anders treated her with respect due to her warden status and extended their hospitality far more than most other lands, despite their hardships. She pulled off her dark purple armor, the archdemon’s scales shimmering in the growing firelight. She hung it in the armoire, away from avarice-filled eyes and pulled out the chemise she would be wearing to bed from her pack.
She also pulled out the small box that contained her enchanted mirror, taking it out and activating the enchantment imbued in it. “Alistair?” She called, the mirror no longer reflecting her room, but that of the King of Ferelden. She didn’t see him at his desk, where the matching mirror always sat, but thought perhaps he might be in the room. There was no response, so she continued to get undressed and poured the buckets of water she’d had brought up, into the small bathtub. She leaned into it, completely nude, swirling her hand in the water as she warmed it with magic.
“Now that is a sight to walk in on!” Alistair exclaimed, passing the mirror with a wedge of cheese in his mouth. He’d gotten a full view of her backside, her flawless skin glowing in the firelight.
“Walked in on or been staring at?” She grinned, looking back at him.
“I’ll never tell,” Alistair teased, sitting down at his desk with a heavy sigh. “I do love a good surprise, but what if some pervert snuck into my room and saw my queen in such a state?”
While she wasn’t his queen in name, the pair only married in secret, she was the queen of his heart and ruled it completely. “Are you jealous of some hypothetical pervert wandering the palace?” She teased, bending over further to tantalize him as she finished heating the water with her hand.
“How could I not be?” He smiled, gazing at every delectable curve. “This sick little man, squirreling away your small clothes, sniffing them every night before he goes to sleep. Sneaking into your bed to touch himself thinking about you every morning…”
“Alistair…” she turned to face him, putting her hands on her hips. “Have you been naughty while I’ve been away?”
“Naughty and lonely,” he sulked, giving her mabari eyes. “When are you coming home? You’re headed to the Conclave now?”
“Not yet,” she replied, walking back towards the mirror and beginning to take down her hair. “I want to look into this supposed thaig entrance I found on an old map first. It should only add a day or two to my trip. I can’t wait to come home. I miss you so much…especially since I’ll be visiting the first place we made love.”
“I wonder if that little hut is still standing?” Alistair mused, wishing he could get away from Denerim to see her there in Haven. “Or if they completely razed the village and rebuilt it with all the new pilgrimages coming in?”
“I’ll look for it,” She leaned in towards the mirror, which was roughly the size of a book.
They could pass small objects between the enchanted portals and as they’d recently discovered, their lips as well. She kissed him through the mirror, whatever magic it possessed transporting part of her face across land and sea to Ferelden. It was a slightly strange sensation, to kiss half of someone’s face, but they made due with what they could while Temene travelled Thedas searching for a cure for the darkspawn taint. She pulled away, making a face after tasting the cheese on his breath that was quite pungent. “What in the Black City are you eating?” She stuck out her tongue like she was gagging.
“Something Sten sent me called Pear Vollen. When I smelled it, I thought at first he was trying to poison me, but it actually tastes quite good,” Alistair replied, biting a piece off the wedge. “And I think it counts as eating fruit too!”
“If you say so,” Temene laughed, taking a drink from her water skin. “My bath is getting cold,” she grabbed the mirror, pulling out a chair to sit it next to the tub. “Do you want to join me for a relaxing stroke…I mean soak?”
“I could use a little…relaxation,” he grinned, getting out of his chair. “Should I do a little dance for you while I get undressed?” He asked.
“Oh, please do,” she sunk into the tub, warming the water a little more with her magic.
He coyly stripped out of his shirt and pants, humming a brothel dancer tune as he did. Temene watched him intently, smiling widely and rubbing her hands down her body. As much as it was a relief to be able to talk to him almost every day, she longed for his touch and the weight of his body on top of her. He brought his mirror to bed with him, his cock already growing stiff watching her touch herself. “There’s nothing like you really being here,” he sighed, propping the mirror up on a pillow and rubbing his cock causally. “I want to feel you…taste you.”
“You know,” she bit her lip, a hand slipping between her thighs. “If our lips can travel through the mirror…we could probably use…other parts too…”
Alistair thought about the possibilities for a moment and then smiled widely. “You really think that my…thing would go through too?” He wondered.
“In theory, yes,” she smiled, grabbing the mirror off the chair. “Only one way to find out…”
He rolled onto his back, his cock standing straight up. He grabbed the mirror, bringing it close to his wobbling erection. “So should I just…stick it in there? What if something goes wrong and it ends up halfway to Tevinter?!”
“Oh you big baby!” She laughed. “Here, let me try something.”
She pressed the mirror against one of her breasts, the supple, wet flesh poking through to his mirror. “It worked, it’s here!” Alistair said excitedly, reaching to gently cup it in his hand. He teased his fingers around her nipple, making it stiffen.
“I can feel you!” She grinned, pulling the mirror away and making her breast disappear. “Try to stick your cock through it now!”
“Alright,” he nodded, moving his mirror down to his cock again. He guided it through the mirror, seeing it seemingly disappear as the mirror lay flat against his groin.
“Blessed Andraste,” Temene purred, his cock sticking right in front of her face now. She wrapped her lips around the head, giving it a gentle suck.
“Oh Maker!” Alistair exclaimed, his voice slightly muffled. “I can feel you too…ohhhhh…Temene…ohhhh,” he started to moan, her mouth continuing to suck on him.
He instinctively reached down to hold her hair back, his hand swiping nothing but air. She finally pulled her face back, licking his pre-cum off her lips. “Thank the Maker,” she grinned, his cock still quivering next to her mouth.
“It’s been months since I’ve felt that,” Alistair angled the mirror back up, his cock partially obscuring him. “That beautiful mouth of yours.”
“Why don’t I let you have it a little more?” She suggested, reaching down to give herself a quick rub to relieve the throbbing of her clit. “Then once I’m done with my bath, you can try it on me…”
“I can’t wait…as you can tell,” he licked his lips, a little more pre-cum dribbling from his cock.
He placed the mirror back against his groin, feeling her mouth take him in again. He moaned softly, moving his hips against the mirror a little as she continued sucking and licking him. It would be an odd scene to look upon, the King of Ferelden sprawled on his enormous bed, whimpering with a mirror pressed to his cock. Far across the world, his beloved wife was bobbing her head against the other mirror, wishing she didn’t have to hold it with two hands. She kept her bath short, sucking him until she could no longer stand the throbbing ache of her cunt. “My turn,” she finally huffed, pulling her mouth away and climbing out of the tub.
She set the mirror on the chair again and grabbed a towel, Alistair’s face reappearing in front of her. “Let me see it,” Alistair purred, propping the mirror up with one hand and stroking himself with the other. She opened her towel, a sticky thread of arousal hanging between her legs, water beading down it. “Oh Andraste’s grace,” he sighed, giving his cock a tight squeeze. “Let me taste it…please.”
“I’m just thinking about the logistics,” she continued dabbing herself dry, picking up some honey onto her fingers and sticking them through the mirror for him to suck on.
“Mmmmmm, yes,” he moaned, licking them greedily. “Why don’t you just sit on it…like you do me?”
“I don’t want to risk cracking the glass,” she pulled her hand back, picking up the mirror and moving the chair closer to the fire so she could stay warm. “I think I’m just going to have to hover…and sort of…ride your tongue once you stick it through.”
“I like the sound of that,” he nodded, rolling onto his stomach and laying the mirror flat against the mattress. “Ready when you are, my love,” he pressed his face against it, part of it re-appearing in her mirror.
“This really is quite strange,” she grinned, laying her mirror flat against the chair as well and straddling it. She gripped the sides of the chair, lowering herself down against his mouth. “Ohhhhh,” she let out a soft cry as his tongue found her slick mound.
She began to gently rock against his face, the tip of his nose nudging against her clit. She could hear his muffled moans and the hungry smacks of his lips as he puckered them along her labia. He sat crouched on the bed, slowly stroking himself as he pressed his face as far into the mirror as it would go. She wasn’t able to hold the position long, her legs starting to shake as she squat over his mouth. “Ohhhh…fuck…Alistair,” she cried, straightening her legs for a moment. “As soon as this Conclave is over, I’m going to sit on your face for an entire day.”
“I will be sure to clear my schedule,” he grinned, sitting up on his heels and reaching his arm through to touch her.
“Uhhhhhhhnn,” she put one knee on the chair, holding onto the back as he carefully fingered her. “You’ve…ahhhh…finally stopped biting your nails?”
“My chamberlain has been putting this bitter oil on them every morning,” Alistair smiled, thinking about being sunk into her warmth again. “Should we…try for the final act?” He asked, her quiet moans making his balls ache.
“Yes, I think so,” she climbed off the chair with a grunt as he pulled his arm back through.
She carried the mirror to the bed with her, pulling back the covers before climbing in. “I think it is just going to be a matter of getting everything positioned right,” she propped up her back on the pillows and spread her legs widely. She placed the mirror between her thighs, holding it upright with one hand. He was still sitting on his heels, looking her over as he slowly stroked himself. “Once we get it in, you can probably just thrust straight into the mirror, as long as you are careful with your hips.”
“Alright,” he nodded, taking a firm grip around the base of his cock. “I won’t be able to see anything, but I’ll hold him steady.”
He got down on his elbows, carefully guiding his cock through the mirror portal. He wouldn’t be able to go deeply inside her, but she hoped it would be enough. She cradled the head of his cock as he pushed it through, holding onto the mirror with her other hand. She used his tip to spread her lips, guiding him slowly in. “Temene!” She heard him gasp from the other side, her own toes curling as he sunk his hips completely flush to the mirror and she did the same.
“Fuck!” She pressed the mirror tightly between her legs, the sensation of feeling his cock again making her back arch slightly.
He began slowly thrusting, carefully pumping his hips against the mirror, as if humping the mattress. She angled her hips slightly, letting him sink as deep as he could without him actually being between her thighs. It felt a bit impersonal, but neither of them cared much. They closed their eyes and imagined one another, joining together in weightless ecstasy. Their moans were muffled, the quiet slap of their bodies louder than ever. Temene managed to sneak a few fingers under her mirror, rubbing her clit as Alistair pounded her cunt from a thousand miles away. The ancient mage who had created these two mirrors would likely be shocked at their use now.
Alistair moaned into the mattress, his biceps tensed as he held his weight off the mirror. He had to temper his strokes, fearing he might crack the glass humping against it. She felt so good, however, that it was hard to hold back. He felt the tell tale pulsing of her canal, knowing she was close to climax. He risked a few hard thrusts against the mirror, driving his cock home and bringing his own climax closer. He gripped his hands hard into the bedsheets as he felt her clench against him, her loud cry barely escaping from beyond his hips. It was hard to come without her there, not feeling her tremble and writhe against him. “Temene,” he whimpered, desperately rolling his hips against the mirror.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he heard her huff, feeling the strange sensation of his cock moving though the air as she shifted the mirror.
Her mouth went to him again, joined with the firm grasp of her hand as she expertly milked out his climax. He lay prone against the mattress, feeling his cock being sucked across Thedas. “Guhhhh…fuck…fuck!” He finally cried into the sheets, spilling into her mouth as she swallowed every last drop.
She teased and played with his cock for a moment longer, before it disappeared and he rolled onto his back, his cock returning from Anderfels limp and happy. He reached blindly down for the mirror, his breath loud and ragged. He was greeted by her face, smiling and as content as he was. “Thank you, honeybun,” he sighed happily, pressing his face to the mirror so he could nuzzle and kiss her. “I love you.”
“I love you too, cuddle bug,” she kissed his lips softly, cradling the mirror close as she settled into bed. “I can’t wait to fall asleep beside you again.”
“Me too,” he sighed, pulling a pillow against his chest. “I’m tempted to get Ruffles to sleep on the bed with me, so I have something to snuggle with, but she stinks.”
“You’re trying to replace me with a mabari?” She teased, reaching her hand through to run her fingers through his hair.
“She drools just as much,” he smirked, licking his lips.
“You shit!” She gripped his hair tightly. “You know you love it. I can’t keep your mouth away when I’m home.”
“I’m going to need you to sit on that mirror every night until you are back,” he smiled, closing his eyes as she released her grip and began massaging his scalp again.
“I might hold you to that,” she closed her eyes too, imagining him next to her.
Verena Dora Lyudmila Aeducan, Advisor to King Alistair of Ferelden. Denerim, 9:31 Dragon
I like to headcanon that once the dust settles and the world is not in imminent danger anymore, Verena and Alistair have a long talk and figure that if he really is to be king then she should at least help him out at court.
“The two new recruits. They won’t survive the joining. Tell the others to find some position for them around the keep.”
“Can you be so sure?”
Nathaniel glanced over at the Warden Commander, the one woman in all of Thedas who saw him, not his family name, and gave him a chance. How he wished he could jerk some sense into his younger self for having been so stubborn and selfish, to not see it wasn’t a punishment, but a chance. But even now, seven and a half years later, he still would find himself on occasion questioning one of his dearest friends.
“They’ve not enough darkness about them, Nate,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly. Her hair was getting long, he noted, a bit concerned. Every time her hair got long, she would leave for a few months, only to return with it cropped closed to her scalp once again. He hated those months when she left, the Keep filled with many people, but few who understood him as well as she and Oghren did. Anders had fled, and Valenna and Sigrund were gone off to who knew where. They’d gone and looked, but it was near impossible to find those who didn’t want to be found.
“I’ve seen enough Joinings. I’ve seen enough good people die. Things are coming, Nate. There are whispers on the wind, rumblings in Orlais, and in the Free Marches.”
“You’re taking another solo trip?”
“I’m going to find a cure. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. You’ll be in charge. Oghren will help. Stroud will mind the new recruits.”
“Ellana.”
She turned to face him, for the first time since their conversation had started. She seemed so much older than when they’d met. He supposed he did too. The Elven mage held a weariness about her she didn’t dare show outside of closed quarters with a very select few people.
“I’m not looking to live forever, Nate. Just long enough to see if I have to save the world again.”
He gave a short snort and shook his head.
“I’ll keep an eye out for a raven then.”
“You know as well as I Wardens aren’t to interfere.”
“And for as long as I’ve known you that’s not been true.”
“Keep everyone in one piece. If Orlais comes looking for more Wardens, send ravens to Val Royeaux and Denerim. One to Antiva if you’re desperate. I’ll get word.”
He gave a nod and clasped a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Nathaniel didn’t say another word as he watched his Warden Commander, Ellana Surana of Fereldan turn and walk out the door, not knowing what was to come, and praying that it would all work out for the best.
