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April 14, 2023

Earnest and Naked At Skyhold – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Gaspard hurries to Skyhold for a reunion with Evelyne Trevelyan. Earnest and eager,
he is unable to wait any longer and he takes her in the stairs to her chambre,
where anyone can hear if they are not quiet.

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Evelyne stood speaking with Philippe in Skyhold’s main hall as he relayed all his latest discoveries regarding Thedas’s dragons. She sighed internally. Ah, that accent. She longed to be in Gaspard’s warm embrace once more.
        Since their night together at the Winter Palace, all she had to contend with were secret missives sent to her.
        The Inquisition kept her busy enough to keep her mind focused most of the time. Physically walking into the Fade was something she was still wrapping her head around.
        A horse neighed loudly outside and the hurried galloping made her wonder at the urgency. She nodded absently at Philippe, trying to hear the commotion outside.
        Someone bounded up the steps and into the main hall.
        Evelyne’s heart skipped a beat and her stomach whooped. ‘Gaspard!’ She gaped at him. ‘I mean, Emperor de Chalons, what a pleasant surprise.’
        Gaspard stood at the door for a moment, his mouth agape, his blue eyes wide behind his mask. Quickly he composed himself.
        ‘Lady Trevelyan.’ He bowed politely. ‘I heard of your…ordeal in the Fade. You can understand that as your ally who has a vested interest in your success against Corypheus, I had to hear the story from you myself.’ He walked towards her and she excused herself from Philippe who bowed to his Emperor.
        ‘The people of Orlais were greatly troubled when they heard what had happened,’ Gaspard went on. ‘I merely wished to ensure I could…appease their’ – he lowered his voice – ‘palpitations.’
        He had said it in Orlesian and his voice was husky. It sent a tingle through Evelyne’s body.
        ‘You needn’t worry, Emperor de Chalons,’ Evelyne replied as they walked side by side, ‘the alliance still holds strong. As you can see, I am quite fine.’
        He paused and sized her up and down. ‘Je vois, yes, indeed.’ He smiled and Evelyne felt herself blush.
        ‘May we speak in private regarding our alliance now that you have…learnt more from your experience.’
        ‘Yes, of course.’ Evelyne led him towards the back of the main hall and to the door that led to her chambre. ‘We will not be disturbed upstairs.’
        She opened the door and as soon as it shut, Gaspard slid his mask on the top of his head, grabbed Evelyne and pulled her to him. His lips were devouring hers before she could even gasp in alarm.
        She melted into his kisses as his thick lips engulfed her between them. Evelyne let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arms around him.
        ‘Maker, how I’ve missed you,’ Gaspard breathed, leaning his forehead on hers. ‘I was so worried when I heard about what happened. I had to ensure you were all right.’
        ‘I’m sorry it all worried you, Gaspard. I should have sent word sooner.’
        He kissed her neck tenderly, then again lower and back up to her ear. ‘I am simply relieved, that is all.’
        Evelyne placed a hand on his face and took a step back. There was a glint in his eyes that told her more than he was letting on. She smiled gingerly.
        Then, Gaspard shed the last of his mask as his face fell and a tear ran down his cheek. ‘If anything had happened to you…had you not returned.’ Gaspard gently stroked Evelyne’s cheek with the back of his fingers. ‘My apologies, I seem to find myself unable to maintain my composure around you. Never have I felt this way for anyone before, ma jolie, to make a man lose such control when he is such a master of the game…’ He grinned, his eyes boring into her soul. ‘It is almost dangerous, and it makes me crave you so much more.’
        Evelyne smiled, feeling warmth within her. ‘Gaspard, I feel the same way. And…it’s all right for you to worry about me. I did send word to you but you make it sound as though you heard from another source.’
        ‘Yes,’ Gaspard confirmed. He held her tightly, burying his face in her neck and kissing her again. Evelyne moaned softly, feeling a tingle in her stomach. ‘I must have left Verchiel before your missive arrived.’ He kissed her again. ‘Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love.’
        Evelyne giggled. ‘So you’ve said.’
        ‘And it is not enough to express how much my heart has yearned for you since our night together. Perhaps here I shall be able to spend the entire night with you?’ He pulled away, a hopeful smile tugging on the side of his mouth.
        ‘I would like that.’ Evelyne placed both her hands on his face. ‘I would like that very much…my love.’
        Gaspard’s lips were on hers again, eagerly landing again every time they parted ever so slightly. Evelyne took a step back as Gaspard’s hands travelled the length of her body. She took one careful step up the first step, then another, her lips never parting from Gaspard’s.

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April 10, 2023

Solas’s First – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

A young man Solas inadvertently finds himself in the Red Lantern District of Ancient Arlathan.
Curious, he explores, and meets an older elf with whom he shares his first sexual experience.

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Solas bit his lower lip and turned, walking away. It’s not that he wasn’t interested, and he was definitely aroused by what he’d seen so far, it’s just that something was missing. He wanted to feel it in all his essence, not just in his body.
        He chuckled to himself as he turned the corner and leaned against another wall, contemplating his life so far. Most elves his age had already been with many lovers. Solas was the slow one who had waited long past his coming-of-age. Studying the Fade had proved more inviting than anything else. Perhaps he was making excuses for himself, perhaps he just feared what it might mean to experience full intimacy with another and to be so vulnerable to merge body and soul in an act so intimate where one’s emotions are exposed to be wounded.
        ‘The dancers not your cup of tea?’ asked a sultry voice nearby.
        Startled, Solas turned to find a beautiful elven woman leaning against a wall. The red lantern that hung nearby cast a glow upon her face, illuminating her low-hanging collar that exposed much of her breasts. She bore the vallaslin of Elgar’nan. She looked older than Solas, experienced by the way she held herself, and Solas wondered how long she’d been watching him.
        ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘No. I’m not one for tea.’
        The elven woman smiled, and a gentle giggle escaped her lips; it was lovely. ‘Noted.’ She sized him up and down and pushed away from the wall.
        ‘I’m sorry!’ Solas held out his hands in front of him. ‘I probably don’t have enough coin for a woman of your beauty.’
        The woman paused, mouth agape, then laughed. ‘Oh, no, I don’t work here.’
        Embarrassed, Solas felt his face redden with heat. ‘I am so sorry.’ He cursed himself for apologising so many times for so many reasons all because he was acting stupid.
        ‘I can’t blame you,’ she said. ‘I am dressed for it. I came here looking for…probably what you came looking for.’
        ‘Which is?’
        ‘Connection.’ She looked at the ground. ‘My husband died and I sought to replace something that was missing.’
        ‘My condolences,’ Solas said softly. Something compelled him to inquire further. ‘May I ask what killed him?’
        The woman’s face contorted with anger. ‘The rivalries between our factions. He was called upon by Elgar’nan to defend his honour against Sylaise’s elves who were staining his name and claiming he was aiding Andruil’s schemes.’
        Solas balled his hands into fists. ‘They will destroy their people if they keep at it,’ he growled. ‘They squander everyone’s lives as though they didn’t matter.’ He hesitated. He took several steps towards her and lowered his voice. ‘That is why several of us have begun…a group. We wish to be free of their rule.’
        ‘Good luck with that. The people follow the Evanuris. They won’t easily renege on their oaths.’
        ‘Perhaps they would for another Evanuris, even if he is young and…inexperienced.’
        The woman eyed him carefully. ‘It is a nice dream to have, but what Evanuris will lead our people to freedom?’
        ‘Me!’
        Solas locked gazes with her. Her lips quirked into a small smirk.
        ‘You must be the young rebel Solas who keeps getting into mischief that I keep hearing about.’
        Solas chuckled. ‘Mischief depends on the point of view from which you look at it.’
        The woman extended her hand; Solas shook it. ‘I’m Alas’eth.’
        Her skin was soft, her fingers dainty, and before he knew what he was doing, Solas was rubbing his thumb on her knuckles gently. A small flush touched Alas’eth’s cheeks.
        Becoming aware of his actions, Solas pulled his hand away.
        Alas’eth sighed. ‘You have a nice dream but I fear we are all bound to our leaders, whether we like it or not.’
        ‘And if I told you I had found a way to free you?’ began Solas. He turned and started away from her, his head held high in confidence. He paused and looked back, only turning his head. ‘Follow me, I shall show you.’
        Alas’eth suppressed a smile and hurried to catch up to Solas, matching his pace once he resumed.
        ‘So what’s the story with your face then, Solas?’ Alas’eth asked. ‘Did you refuse the ritual?’
        Solas grinned and turned his head to look at her, stopping. ‘I removed my Vallaslin.’
        Alas’eth blinked at him. ‘Removed it? How?’
        ‘With my magic.’ Solas resumed and Alas’eth followed him.
        They came to an intersection of buildings. Solas hesitated; if they went the way he’d come, they would pass by all those elves indulging in acts of elation. Instead, Solas turned and walked towards a hedge maze, Alas’eth always behind him.
        Solas was confident they would have some privacy to speak here. It was removed enough from the Red Lantern District and the stillness of the night made it calm and peaceful.
        They walked the maze a bit before coming upon a backless bench. Solas sat down and invited Alas’eth to sit beside him.
        As Solas explained in his usual manner, Alas’eth’s eyes never left his, captivated by every word he uttered.

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February 10, 2023

In Afterlife, Elation – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Julien and Nicolas both realise the other knows what has happened
before they make good use of that tree stump in the front garden of their cabin.

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In Peace, Vigilance;
In War, Victory;
In Death, Sacrifice;
In Afterlife, Elation.

Julien watched Maric, Kell and Duncan walk down the bend, something tugging at his heart. He had resumed chopping wood while Nicolas was speaking with them. Now he cast his axe aside, letting it drop onto the grass, and he hurried after them.
        ‘Wait,’ he called out.
        The three wardens turned to face him.
        ‘Look,’ Maric began, ‘we didn’t come to cause any trouble.’ Julien waved a hand dismissively at him.
        Julien looked at Duncan and smiled. ‘I have no regrets.’
        Duncan just stared at him before his eyes widened.
        ‘Wait,’ Kell breathed.
        ‘You’re not a demon?’ asked Duncan.
        Julien let out a one-breathed laugh and placed his hand on the younger warden’s shoulder. ‘Duncan, I’m glad I saved you. You may be foolish, stupid at times, but your life was worth saving. And no, I’m not a demon.’
        ‘Then how are you here when the rest of us were in a dream?’ asked Maric, eyeing Julien with suspicion.
        ‘I created this place when I died, willing to wait for Nicolas,’ Julien explained. ‘Whatever brought you into the Fade used this place to send Nicolas here. If it was a demon, then it did us both a favour.’
        ‘Why didn’t you say anything sooner?’ asked Kell.
        ‘Because I didn’t want to hold Nicolas back if he needed to return with you,’ replied Julien. He smiled fondly. ‘He stayed.’
        ‘He stayed for you,’ said Duncan.
        Julien hugged the young man. ‘Promise me to live your best life as a warden, all right?’
        ‘I won’t let your sacrifice be for nothing, I promise you that.’
        Julien pulled away; Duncan’s eyes brimmed with tears. Julien turned to Kell and embraced his friend. Then, he clasped hands with King Maric.
        ‘Find Geneviève. Find Fiona. Complete our mission.’ Julien bowed politely.
        ‘We will,’ Maric assured.
        ‘Live well, uh, I mean, in the Fade, well,’ Duncan bumbled.
        Julien chuckled before nodding. ‘Thank you, I will.’
        The three other men backed away before turning and leaving.
        Julien hurried back up the bend, smiling the whole way. Nicolas stepped out of the cabin, scowling. Julien pointed a thumb behind him. ‘I went to see them off.’
        Julien saw Nicolas swallow and a sob escaped him. ‘Oh, Julien.’
        ‘What’s the matter, Nicolas?’ Julien stepped closer to his lover.
        Nicolas took Julien’s hands in his. He hesitated. ‘I…I know this may shock you, but…we’re dead.’
        Julien smiled tenderly. ‘I know.’
        Nicolas blinked a few times. ‘You know?’
        Julien nodded carefully. ‘I thought…I wasn’t sure if you knew or not, but…I didn’t want you throwing what was left of your life away just because I was dead. And when I saw the others I for sure knew you were not yet dead. I…I thought if I pretended not to know them, then you might return with them.’
        ‘I have no life without you, Julien. I forfeit my life to be with you now, I just couldn’t.’
        Julien’s heart swelled. ‘Oh, mon amour,’ he breathed. ‘You know, I was so scared you’d die when you were injured, and I told myself, better me than you, let it be me because I didn’t want to lose you.’
        Nicolas stared at Julien intensely for a few moments before speaking, his voice gruff with grief. ‘I died inside the moment you died.’ His brows furrowed in sorrow. ‘You were dead before I even had you in my arms and I tried to make Fiona bring you back.’
        Julien placed a hand on Nicolas’s face. ‘It’s okay, mon amour. I didn’t want to be selfish.’ He smiled tenderly. ‘I’m glad you stayed. I would have waited, but I’m glad you chose to stay.’

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February 3, 2023

Never Fading Heaven – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Julien comes upon the dream created by Nicolas before the blond warrior sheds all illusions.
The two then shed all worries and all armour, and indulge in each other for all the Fade to see and hear them.

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Julien came upon a small clearing that looked like the Arbor Wilds. He had been roaming the Fade since his death, looking for a place to settle in while he waited for Nicolas, ready to wait for him how ever long it took.
        This place had a familiar feel to it. He strode up the path and recognised that the cabin looked just like he and Nicolas had envisioned it would be. The cabin stood at the top of a small rise, the cabin itself from the outside looked homey. A roofed balcony with a pair of rocking chairs that looked just like the ones they’d sit on in their rooms at the Grey Warden fortress told him he had found Nicolas.
        He smiled before being hit with a pang of fear. If Nicolas was here, then did it mean he had found his death so soon? Part of him was glad of it, selfishly so, another part would have hoped to see Nicolas live until his Calling.
        Julien jogged forward. ‘Nicolas!’
        The door to the cabin swung open. Nicolas ran out and stared at Julien, aghast. Julien recognised fear on his face, confusion perhaps.
        ‘Nicolas?’
        The voice was Julien’s but he had not spoken. Behind Nicolas came a man – him, Julien saw, or at least he looked like him: same dark hair, same short beard and moustache. And he was shirtless.
        Julien’s heart sank.
        ‘What is the meaning of this?’ the other Julien gasped.
        ‘Julien?’ Nicolas asked, sounding unsure.
        Julien nodded. ‘It is me, mon amour.’ He looked down at himself, he was in the armour he’d worn when he died. He looked up at the other Julien. ‘What are you? A demon, a spirit?’
        ‘What’s going on?’ the other Julien demanded.
        Nicolas began to slowly back up from both of them as Julien approached him.
        ‘This can’t be real, none of it can. This…was a dream, but I thought…you were real.’
        ‘Oh, mon amour, you were holding onto a dream, afraid you’d get lost if you searched for me? Or had you thought you’d found me?’
        The other Julien merely stood staring warily.
        Nicolas’s mouth hung open. ‘I don’t know.’
        ‘What happened, Nicolas?’ Julien tried to sound soothing. ‘Speak to me.’
        ‘I died.’ Nicolas downcast his eyes. ‘A demon took us into the Fade. The others found me but I chose to stay. This is a dream, I know it’s not real. But then are you also not real?’
        ‘If you control the dream, then you will see I am real when it fades,’ Julien asserted. ‘Don’t be afraid, mon amour. I am here now, it is safe to let go of whatever this is.’
        Nicolas looked at the other Julien who stood silent now. ‘It doesn’t have to be like this,’ the other Julien declared.
        ‘Doesn’t have to be like what?’ Julien demanded.
        Nicolas shook his head. Julien took a few steps forward but Nicolas backed away from him, keeping a fair distance between them.
        Nicolas bowed his head. ‘I want all that is not real to go now. I will deal with the grief on my own. Leave me.’
        He closed his eyes and around them, the dream faded away, as did the other Julien. Nicolas’s clothes were replaced by the armour he’d worn in the Deep Roads.
        Julien waited, giving his love a moment. Nicolas lifted his head and his tear-speckled eyes widened when he saw that Julien still stood before him.
        ‘Julien?’
        Julien nodded. ‘Oui, it’s me. For real.’
        Nicolas let out a sob. ‘Julien!’
        ‘Nicolas!’
        Julien closed the distance between them at a run and took Nicolas in his arms, pressing his lips against his.
        Nicolas breathed in deeply, then pulled away. ‘It’s you, it’s really you.’
        ‘Oui, mon amour.’
        Julien kissed him again, feeling their love more vibrantly than when they were alive. He leaned his forehead on Nicolas’s, his heart soaring. ‘I’ve been searching for a place like the one in your dream. I was going to wait for you. Seems I don’t have to.’
        Nicolas let out a gasp, tears trickling from his eyes.
        ‘Oh, mon amour. I’m sorry you have died,’ Julien sighed, chagrined.
        Nicolas shook his head. ‘I died the moment you did. You are my other half.’
        Julien gently placed his hands on Nicolas’s face, his own eyes brimming with tears. ‘Then now you are whole again.’
        Nicolas let out a sobbed laugh. He traced his fingers along Julien’s moustache and beard before plunging towards him and devouring his mouth. Julien groaned, tasting his love affectionately.
        ‘We are in the Fade,’ Nicolas whispered.
        ‘Yes, indeed.’ Julien chuckled.
        ‘Can we stay here as long as we choose?’
        ‘We can. Many spirits I encountered in my brief travels claim there is no limit to what we can create here if we want.’
        Nicolas gave him a lopsided grin. ‘Then we can make this last the eternity we’ve dreamed of.’

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