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October 27, 2023

Yes, My Queen – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

Note: Excerpt is SFW.

Loghain entered Rowan’s bedchamber only to see that Maric already stood in the room. Loghain had to admit that being thus summoned urgently by Rowan had surprised him, but he wasn’t expecting Maric would be there too. He had hoped Rowan wanted to steal a moment alone with him, finally, after years of internally lamenting over the way things had ended between them.
        Loghain and Maric exchanged a look before the King quickly turned away again.
        Rowan’s expression was stern, while Maric’s was inscrutable. Loghain took a few tentative steps into the room and shut the door behind him.
        Rowan acknowledged them both with a glance and a nod. ‘I’ve summoned you both here because things must change.’ She began to pace. ‘This has gone on for far too long. The cold that has settled between us, the distance between you and me, Loghain, the tension between me and Maric.’
        She stopped and looked at both of them. ‘You are always in competition with each other and yet never daring to express what you truly feel, and as a result, you both hurt me with your resentment towards each other, towards me, despite the façade.’
        Tears speckled her eyes before she blinked them away. ‘So we’re going to settle things once and for all, we’re going to settle things tonight,’ her voice grew menacing, ‘and we’re going to settle things my way.’
        ‘Rowan,’ Maric said gently, ‘we’ve already tried talking. It’s best if Loghain and I continue our friendship as though what happened between the three of us never did.’
        ‘You call that a friendship?’ Loghain chanced.
        ‘You still care about me else you wouldn’t be here,’ Maric countered.
        Loghain conceded. He cared, but Rowan was right, there was a cold between them. ‘Our friendship is no longer the same, Maric.’
        ‘Do you miss it?’ asked Maric.
        Loghain wasn’t sure. He looked back at Rowan. ‘Maric’s right, we’ve tried talking before. It’ll only open old wounds.’
        ‘That’s why we’re not going to settle this by talking,’ declared Rowan.
        Loghain sighed, realising. ‘You want us to fight, don’t you? You want us to duel for you.’
        ‘I want you to agree to do this my way,’ stated Rowan. ‘I want both of you to promise me you will not argue, you will not talk back, you will attempt to follow my request to completion.’
        Maric scowled and opened his mouth to protest.
        Rowan raised a finger to stop him. ‘You will promise this to your Queen, for we are settling this now.’
        Loghain glanced at Maric who bowed his head. Rowan stared at Loghain pointedly. She was so beautiful, he missed her, missed caressing her, he wanted her, needed her, and he had let her go…for him, for the man standing next to him.
        Loghain downcast his eyes. ‘Yes, my Queen,’ he said softly. ‘I promise to do what you wish of me to make amends and make this right.’ He met her eyes and she nodded, her expression softening.
        She turned her head to Maric. ‘Maric?’
        Maric hesitated, then, ‘Fine, all right. I promise it too.’ He quickly looked at Loghain with what Loghain thought was hope in his eyes.
        Loghain felt a pang. He cared for his King, loved his friend, but they had hurt each other so much, it had changed their friendship entirely.
        ‘Good,’ Rowan breathed. She stared at both of them. ‘Strip.’

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October 20, 2023

Clandestine and Naked in Val Royeaux – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Note: Excerpt is SFW.

Lady Evelyne Trevelyan, leader of the Inquisition, marched towards Gaspard and his troops in the Arbor Wilds. Since their reunion at Skyhold, they had had several clandestine rendezvous; the Inquisition’s spymaster was most helpful in that regard.
        Even now, after months since their first night together, since becoming lovers, Evelyne made Gaspard’s heart flutter uncontrollably. He had to be careful to maintain his mask and play the game, more so when around her in public. He knew that once their affair was known, he would have to be even more careful to maintain composure in front of his people, but at least he would have her by his side. For now, however, he had to contend himself with meeting in secret whenever they could.
        Gaspard realised suddenly that after all this time of calling her his love, he had never told her that he loved her. A part of him wondered if it was too soon to make such declarations, but surely she felt the same.
        Gaspard smiled as she approached with her advisors. ‘Inquisitor Trevelyan, it is an honour to be marching upon Corypheus’s forces with you.’
        ‘The feeling is mutual, Emperor de Chalons,’ smiled Evelyne.
        Gaspard was careful to remain neutral in the face of the squeeze he felt in his stomach. Oh, how he wished she would tell him the same when he revealed to her his true love for her.
        ‘If you wouldn’t mind, Emperor de Chalons,’ began Leliana, ‘there is a matter I wished to discuss with you and the Inquisitor in private. May we borrow your tent?’
        ‘Certainly.’ Gaspard motioned forward and led the two ladies into his tent.
        Leliana immediately struck the tent’s flaps shut, positioning herself to face the entrance, hands clasped behind her back. She looked over her shoulder.
        ‘You may speak freely to each other, you have but a few moments. I will ensure no one enters this tent.’
        ‘Thank you, Leliana.’ Evelyne turned to Gaspard and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him tenderly.
        Gaspard relished in the sensation of her warm lips on his. It triggered a desire within him. He wished they could forgo the attack and lose themselves in each other right now, but he knew that was not possible. He would have to maintain his composure and remain patient.
        He placed his hands on her face. ‘Do be careful, Lady Inquisitor, ma jolie, my love.’
        ‘I will. Promise me to be careful as well,’ replied Evelyne.
        ‘I give you my word as a Chevalier that I will remain unharmed and I will be here to…congratulate you when you are done.’
        Evelyne beamed at him, making his heart skip several beats.
        They kissed some more and Evelyne pulled away as reluctantly as Gaspard did. She began to turn when Gaspard grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. She had a puzzled look on her face. Gaspard realised that his brows were creased and he had lost all semblance of the mask he always wore as the Emperor of Orlais.
        He lifted his actual mask to rest atop his head so Evelyne could see his eyes completely. ‘I love you.’
        His gaze remained fixed on hers, knowing the intensity of his words would convey the verity in his heart.
        Evelyne opened her mouth to speak, then paused. Gaspard’s heart hammered away, the anticipation of her reply more frightening than when he ever came close to defeat or death in combat.
        Then, Evelyne smiled wide. ‘I love you too, Gaspard.’
        Gaspard’s heart whooped and he let out a sigh of relief, grinning. ‘Oh, my love, ma douce, Evelyne.’ He kissed her deeply, his tongue twining with hers, only wanting to celebrate now.