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Your lips met as though practiced, molding together until they fit perfectly, masterfully crafted by a divine hand. It seemed natural, you lying under him, him on top of you, bodies touching at every vital point. Your hands skimmed down to his slender hips while you felt his hands twitch on either side of you, itching to run themselves along your length. You decided to indulge him, flipping him underneath you and straddling his hips. His hands were warm as they found your thighs, rubbing them gently in admiration and longing.

And as you looked at the lust that had surmounted his features, you were suddenly overcome with doubt. “It…” you began, taking a deep breath, “doesn’t bother you that I’m human, does it?”

“Do you care that I’m an elf?” he asked simply. You shook your head and he smirked. “Then I see no problem.” He placed his hands on your arms and guided you gently down to him, and his mouth overtook yours once more.

The kisses’ passion continued to bud, and as it bloomed, you struggled with the belts and buckles of his armor. His hands gently pushed yours away, taking over the task and soon his armor was thrown across the room and his skin was bare before you. He unclasped your bra and pulled down your panties, and both those were thrown across the room too. You ran your hands across his toned body, his skin glistening with sweat. His abs and biceps clenched as your fingers brushed them.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked and you nearly scoffed. However, you did like what you saw, a lot. And your blushing kept you from coming up with a clever retort, reduced to a simple nod of the head. He smirked. “It’s all yours, to do whatever you’d like with.” You took the opportunity to simply admire the way his tan skin stretched over his muscles, surely sculpted through intense training, his face angled to perfection, that devilish, sexy smirk and mischievous glint in his eyes.

When you said and did nothing, he reached out and caressed one of your breasts. “You have a beautiful body as well. I would very much like to…” he leaned up to steal a kiss,” admire it.”

He squeezed your n****e and you yelped, at which he chuckled a bit. You glared at him. “Quit making fun of me!”

It was time to exact revenge. You scooted back quickly and leaned your head down to his erection that had popped without your body to hold it down. You wrapped your lips around its head, swirling your tongue to lap up any precum. He groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow with pleasure. Spurred on by the sound, you slid your mouth down his length, tasting some of your own wetness on him. “More,” he begged.

You were eager to please, so you lowered your lips further down, taking him all in, feeling his head curl at the back of your throat before you slowly slid up, saliva dripping from your lips.

“More,” he echoed, gasping, so you gave him more, again, sliding all the way down his length before pulling back up.

“Faster.”

You conceded, bobbing your head up and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed. He groaned and fought the urge to squirm underneath your ministrations. You just kept going and going, feeling him grow bigger and harder in your mouth, until finally, he reached a precipice, his whole body clenching.

You looked into his eyes, no speech necessary, as he told you that his pleasure originated entirely from you. He groaned deeply, and his hot c** shot down your throat as his body relaxed all at once.

When he had finished, you crawled up to him and snuggled against his chest, feeling thoroughly satisfied. His panting filled your ears, and his skin was hot against yours as he wrapped you up in his arms.

The two of you simply enjoyed each other’s presence for what felt like hours, the smell of sweat and heavy air of passion surrounding you as Zevran murmured stories of his journey with the Warden and through Antiva.

“We need to do something about the bodies,” you said finally, looking down at the two corpses on your floor with disgust.

Zevran stood and slowly began to dress himself. “Consider it done, mistress.” He bent down and kissed your hand, and looking at those mischievous eyes of his, you praised whatever deity had made it your window he hopped through.

OMG lol

A knock on the door roused you from your lunch. You answered to find a certain pale, brunette elf.

“May I come in?” Merrill asked.

“Of course, be my guest.” Though as you motioned her inside, your gaze swept across your home and realized how much of a mess it was. Scurrying about, you threw clothes from the floor to the laundry basket and cleared off the table of all the piles of dirty dishes that had yet to find their way to the washbasin. “My apologies, if I had known you’d be coming…”

You blushed as Merrill picked up a bra strewn on your bed and started to giggle.

“Give me that!” you called, lunging for it, but she sidestepped your attempt easily.

“Oh, but it’s such a lovely shade of pink, I must keep it.”

“Merrill!”

Still giggling, she conceded and gave it back.

“Anyways,” you tossed the article with the rest of its dirty brethren. “What’d you come here for, darling?”

Merrill flushed a shade similar to the bra that had been in her hands not more than a few seconds before. “Ahem, well, yes. Did you know that it’s illegal to pick flowers in Hightown? It’s so strange because they have them growing all along the streets, but a city guard caught me and he was going to put me in jail, but I told him, I said, ‘I know the Captain!’ Oh, he backed down after that. You should’ve seen the look he gave me, rightly terrified, he was, and—”

“Merrill, dear…”

“Rambling, sorry. Well, I, erm…” Finally, from behind her back, she pulled out a bouquet.

Or…what once must have been a bouquet. Now, it appeared more like a collection of flower stems, all missing the majority of their petals, leaving only the green bareness of vegetation. The pale elf tried to hand them to you awkwardly.

“I…I know it’s not much of a gift, but the guard tried to grab them from me and it all got ruined, but I just wanted to do something nice for you sooo bad, so, even though it’s awful, oh Fen’Harel, I know it’s awful, but I just thought—”

“Merrill.” You grabbed her hand that held what used to be flowers and pulled yourself towards her into a kiss. She squirmed a bit at first before relaxing all-at-once. When you parted, you made a point to gaze into her eyes, trying to convey all the honesty your next words would hold. “I really appreciate it.”

She flushed. “Well, yes, I—” She moved to release herself from your grasp and head out the door, but you held her fast.

“I want you to stay,” you told her, or her back, as she couldn’t seem to face you.

“Stay? Here?” The thought seemed to frighten her.

“You don’t like the idea?” you asked, turning her around and placing a free hand on her tattooed cheek.

“No, no! I love the idea, not too much of course, just a decent amount. You know, the acceptable amount. The amount that’s socially acceptable. There are a lot of things that aren’t socially acceptable, you know. Like burping.”

You smiled a bit. “Are you comparing what’s between us to gas bubbles?”

“Oh no, I would never—well I suppose I did, didn’t I?” She groaned and walked to your bed, sitting and sinking into the mattress. “I knew I would mess this up, you’re just, you’re so much more than me, and I’m just—I’m just—”

You smiled sadly as your own words you had told Isabela not too long ago echoed from the elf’s lips. “You’re beautiful,” you finished for her, kneeling in front of the elf so your eyes could meet those beautiful green ones, as vast as the forests from which she’d originated.

A single tear rolled down Merrill’s cheek, and although you didn’t know if it was from happiness, nerves, or simply the great swell of emotions the Dalish was surely experiencing, you wiped it nonetheless and kissed her once more.

You leaned her back onto the bed, licking her lips as a sign of how passionately you felt about her. She caught on, and allowed you entry. And it was as such that the two of you began the process of becoming one.

You do indeed. wink



Your tongue slipped into Merrill’s mouth as you pushed her further into the mattress. She gave a quiet moan at the show of force, hands timidly clenching the fabric of your shirt. Your tongue swirled inside her mouth, then playfully wriggled against hers. Hers was shy and unwilling to meet yours, but after some coaxing, she joined you in play.

You parted from her and glanced at the hands grasping your shirt before smirking up at the elf. “Oh, you want this off?”

She flushed a bright shade of pink and started stuttering. It took you only a moment to pull off your top, grinning wickedly, before you were back to kissing. She never did manage a reply.

Your hands grazed up her body as you continued to pleasure her mouth with your own. They touched her small breasts from atop her clothes, but the minimal contact was enough to make her flush even more, if the heat transferring to her lips was anything to go off of. “You’re so tasty,” you murmured to her whilst kissing. She took your hands in hers and intertwined their fingers. This perplexed you a tad, but you wouldn’t let your curiosity ruin the moment between you two. As you continued to kiss, and your tongues continued to play, you surreptitiously tried to move your hands back to her top, hoping to slide it off, but again, her hands captured yours and intertwined your fingers.

Curiosity killing you, and a smidge miffed, you broke the kiss. “Is there a reason you don’t want me touching you?”

“What?” She seemed to snap out of a trance of sorts.

“My hands. Every time I try to touch you, you grab them. I’m not angry,” you added quickly, seeing the first signs of panic overcome her features, “I just need to know what you do and don’t like because I want to make this good for you.”

“I like…” Merrill averted her gaze, “holding hands…”

Ah. You smiled softly at the elf. It all made sense now. “Let us hold hands, then.” You made a point of weaving your fingers between hers before kissing her.

“I like kisses, too,” she whispered. “Not the tongue ones, well, I suppose the tongue ones are alright. Better than alright, actually. But the soft ones…” She gazed into your eyes. “You kiss me so lovingly, you make me feel special. Like I’m the only one you’ve done this with. Which, surely, you haven’t, but…It’s nice, nonetheless.”

“Because you are special,” you whispered back to her. “So special, I want to give you a gift.”

“A gift?” Merrill sat up as you crawled lower down her body. “Oh, lethallan, you didn’t have to get me—oh!” She flushed as you pulled off her pants and kissed her panties, breathing hot breath between her thighs. “I, um, I don’t think I’ve gotten that kind of gift before...”

“You don’t mind, do you?” You kissed all around her thighs. A wet spot began to stain her panties. Snickering, you shook your head. “I guess not.”

Merrill grabbed your chin and pulled you up, leaning down to meet your lips with hers, in the middle. They weren’t long kisses, rather several short ones that grew in passion, one after the other. Your kisses trailed down her neck, skipping her still clothed top, down to her knees, and you worked your hands in front of your mouth up her thighs. Wet kisses and small nibbles wandered up her skin, until once again, they reached the line of her clothes. “Can I take these off?” you asked, teasingly circling your finger on the inside of one of her thighs. Struggling with pleasure, she only managed a succinct nod, and moaned appreciatively as you pulled the garment away.

You gave one, long, appreciative lick of her at first, reveling in the initial taste. While mostly bland, there was a hint of citrus, lemon, to be precise, in the midst, which only made you want more. Her skin was slippery against your tongue, already wet enough that one finger slipped into her easily…then two. You sucked on her c**t and painted circles around all of her sensitivity. The taste and texture of her is what egged you on, not her wild moaning.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Oh, oh, lethallan, lethallan.”

You looked up from your work as she tugged at your hair lightly. Her eyes were glossy as she stared down at you, her skin shimmering with sweat. “I—I want to pleasure you, too.”

You smiled softly at her and offered a gentle kiss, making sure to flick your tongue in at least once so she could share her own delicious taste with you.

As you retracted, she tilted her head. “Is that really what I taste like? How strange.” Her eyes met yours. “I want to know what you taste like.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know, pleasure me,” you said. “I’m perfectly satisfied just hearing you moan.”

“I want to,” she insisted. “Please, lethallan.”

How could you say “no” to those big, green eyes?

“Okay, darling, we can pleasure each other.”

You got in position, you on top, facing away from her, leaning over her sensitivity. Merrill breathed on your own from where she lay.

“Are you ready?” you asked. “You can stop anytime you want.”

“Quit treating me like a child!” And in accordance to that reply, she sucked on your c**t, hard.

The cry that escaped your lips was one mixed of pleasure and pain. Spots filled your vision and made you dizzy.

“A-are you okay?” Merrill asked timidly.

“Maker, yes! Do that again!” you breathed, panting. She took more of you in, sensitive skin folds, button, and all, sucking rhythmically, deeply…

Collecting yourself as much as you could, you reciprocated the action and Merrill’s moans vibrated against you. You moaned back, vibrating her skin. She slipped her tongue inside of you and you did the same to her, beginning to whirl and stretch inside her all-enveloping warmth. She followed your lead.

After long moments of exploring, you found her sweet spot and tickled it with your tongue. She groaned and searched eagerly for yours. When she found it, she returned the favor. You licked her G-spot continuously, and she did the same. Both your moans rumbled each other’s sensitivies while you could feel your body clench tighter and tighter.

But judging by Merrill’s flexed thighs you were having a similar effect on her.

“Oh, oh, lethallan,” she pulled her tongue out of you, an action you deeply disagreed with, as she spoke. “I—I think,” she gulped, “I can’t hold it in anymore.”

“M-me, neither,” you trembled. She moaned as your tongue left her and you licked up some of the juiced that had spread around your lips. “Just don’t stop.”

Merrill nodded weakly and returned her tongue to its place, curled inside of you, licking your most sensitive spot. You did the same.

And on it went. Faster, slower, changing tempos, but the same, continuous action. You felt yourself grow tighter and tighter, and Merrill with you. Finally, just as you were on the edge…

“Ohhhh…” Merrill groaned and you pulled out just as she squirt clear liquid onto the sheets. The sight alone pushed you over, and you let out your own moan of pleasure as spots overcame your vision and your whole body tightened, then all-at-once, relaxed. Your head spun and it took all your strength and concentration to crawl up to your lover and collapse at her side.

You two were quiet for long moments, waiting for the world to come back into focus. It was when you could clearly see the small, messy abode you lived in, and hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps and chatter outside your window, that you knew you could function again.

“Didn’t know you were a squirter,” you murmured, smirking.

You didn’t have to look to know Merrill was blushing. “Oh, please don’t tell anyone. Especially Varric, or he might come up with a new name for me.”

“Fountain,” you joked.

Merrill giggled. “Geyser.”

“Sprinkler.”

The two of you burst out laughing, and those sounds of life’s simple pleasures, lying in the arms of a lover, echoed through your home as the sun floated to the western skies.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE – Merrill

Merrill slept soundly in the bed on the other side of the room, so there was no way she could hear you getting dressed for work. It must have been the absence of your warmth that awoke her, then.

“Wh-Where are you going?” she asked, bolting upright.

You didn’t answer at first, pulling on your shirt and straightening out any wrinkles in the fabric. You crossed the room to your dresser where you sprayed some light perfume to your skin, then began applying make-up in the mirror.

“I have work, darling,” you said, finally.

“You’re leaving?” She practically jumped out of bed. “But I thought—we were—whatever I did, I’m so sorry and I promise I’ll be better, I—”

As she spoke, you sighed, dropped what you were doing, and crossed the floor to her. Without saying a word, you curled a hand around the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. “Hun,” you looked her dead in the eyes. “It’s work.”

“Work,” Merrill repeated the word as if she didn’t quite understand the meaning, then she said it again. “Work.” This time it seemed to sink in a little. “Work, right. Just work.” The relief that settled within her was apparent on her features, but it wasn’t long before that was replaced with her trademark nervousness. “So…what now?”

You had already gone back to the mirror to finish applying your foundation. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we just…” she paused before coughing ********,” you finished for her.

Through the mirror you could see her nod sagely, and in that moment, she didn’t appear the frightened, fragile thing she so often seemed around you. No, she was Merrill, powerful blood mage, First to the Keeper Marethari. “I know about Hawke, Isabela…and I’ve seen the glances you exchange with Fenris, Sebastian, and Anders. So now I just can’t help but wonder—”

“Hey.” You set down your shimmery eye shadow and turned to face her. “Who was it I just gave myself to? Who I shared such intense intimacy with?”

Merrill murmured under her breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

She sighed. “Me. But I just—”

“And that’s all that matters. The here and now. The past is unchangeable, the future unknown, but it’s what we do with ourselves in the moments we control that hold true importance.” Your eyes met her green-forest gaze. “Do you understand?”

She nodded, though her features seemed downtrodden.

You frowned at her unhappiness before giving her one of your most charming smiles. “Let’s just see where this goes.”

Thanks, I meant she was second to the top after the Keeper but I could see how it would be confused so I changed it.

And thank you so much. ;A;