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Grievesome Onanisn – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Short Story

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Loghain slowed his pace, his shoulders dropping, as he walked back to his room, alone, his heart heavy with sorrow.
        ‘Loghain!’
        Loghain stopped and sighed. ‘What now?’ he demanded monotonously.
        Maric caught up to him. ‘I just want to chat.’
        ‘And I don’t.’ Loghain resumed but Maric held him back by the arm. Loghain sighed gutturally.
        ‘Look, you’ve done a lot around here and I can see you could use some time away. Why don’t you return to Gwaren, I think it’ll do you some good.’
        ‘You trying to get rid of me, man?’
        ‘Loghain,’ Maric chided, ‘I’m trying to help you. I can see you’re…well, we’re all still grieving, but—’
        ‘Are we?’ Loghain turned to face Maric head-on. ‘Are we both still grieving? Because it seems you’ve moved on and I’m the only one who weeps at night for your betrothed because back when you didn’t want her, I loved her more than I could any woman for the rest of my life!’
        Maric blinked back tears. ‘Of course, I still grieve for her,’ he hissed a half-whisper.
        Loghain bowed his head. ‘I’m sorry.’
        Maric hesitated. ‘I just thought you might be happier if you went to Gwaren.’
        ‘Nothing will ever make me happy again, Maric, except serving the man I pledged myself to in trying to forget the women we both loved.’
        The two stood in silence for a while. ‘I’m sorry too,’ Maric said finally. ‘I’ll be happy for you to stay in Denerim if that’s what you want.’
        Loghain nodded and slowly resumed. ‘Good night, Maric.’
        ‘Good night, Loghain.’
        Maric turned and walked the other way.
        Loghain marched into his private chambre. He just needed some quiet. He had once again saved Maric, and what was his friend doing? Urging him to go home. But all Loghain wanted was to be in the place where the woman he truly loved had died.
        He shut the door to his room and leaned his hands on it. He let out a frustrated shout, punching the door. Leaning his head on it, he heaved and let out a loud sob, as tears streamed from his eyes.
        All he wanted was Rowan back, all he wanted was for Rowan to be alive. All he needed was Rowan.
        ‘Oh Rowan,’ he whispered. ‘You’re the only one I ever truly loved.’
        Steadying himself, he walked to the lounge and sat down. He swallowed, closing his eyes, his tears still spilling down his cheeks. He bowed his head. He remembered Rowan’s touch when she caressed him, the taste of her lips; none could satisfy him like she could.
        ‘What a fool I was,’ he growled. ‘What an idiot. I made a mistake. I should never have let you go.’
        He placed a hand to his eyes, weeping. ‘I miss you so much.’
        He placed his other hand on a pillow and squeezed, clenching his jaw, and a wail escaped him. All the anger and hurt, all the anguish of his loss he had suppressed, was now finally being released.
        His body tensed as he heaved, barely able to breathe. He felt like the air from his lungs would never fill again. He was sobbing uncontrollably. He needed to release it, he needed to release it all – now that he was finally allowing himself to feel it.
        And then he felt something else tense, as memories flooded him.


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Euphoric Trembles – Mass Effect Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story


After the destruction of the Reapers, Admiral Hackett has rescued Commander Jane Shepard from the wreckage.
When she finally wakes up, Hackett and she share a tender moment,
only to realise how much desire they have for each other.


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Steven Hackett stood in his study, leaning forward on his desk for support. It faced the large room-wide view pane window. He looked out at the stars that streaked by the ship, trying to ignore the tremble in his hand, then focused on his reflection. He looked haggard and distraught, his facial hair more grey, his scars seemed more pronounced, and the bruises he’d sustained were still a little raw. He didn’t like looking anything but pristine. He supposed after what the entire galaxy had gone through, haggard was to be expected.
        A whirr from the door opening drew his attention away from his musings as Jane walked in. A wave of relief washed over him, as he looked at her from over his shoulder. She still looked a little worse for wear but otherwise healed, and more importantly, she was conscious and walking.
        Steven turned to face her. ‘They said you’d be up and about soon. I’m glad to see you back on your feet.’
        Jane smiled. Oh, she was a sight for sore eyes, Steven noted.
        ‘It’s good to see you too, Admiral.’
        ‘Oh, I think we’re past formalities now. If there is anything left of the Alliance, I can’t raise them.’
        Jane nodded. She joined Steven by the desk. He looked at her, feeling a pang of concern.
        ‘How are your wounds?’ he inquired.
        Jane rolled her shoulders back and moved her arms tentatively. ‘I feel fine, actually. Just a little sore here and there.’
        ‘You were out for days after we found you. I must admit I was worried you wouldn’t pull through. I should have known better.’
        Jane’s smile widened and she let out a small laugh. ‘I didn’t realise you worried about me, Hackett.’
        Steven smiled back, feeling self-conscious. He turned back to look out the view pane window.
        ‘They said you set up a backup system.’ Jane’s expression was one of curiosity as she motioned the room. ‘I thought destroying the reapers had destroyed everything, but this ship is fully operational.’
        ‘Probably the only one too,’ replied Steven. ‘In the eventuality something would disrupt our technology, the Asari and the Rachni established some form of biotic-and-living-force-powered system. That is how we are flying through space right now.’
        Jane’s eyebrows shot up. ‘The Rachni are powering this ship?’
        ‘Basically.’ Steven chuckled.
        ‘You thought of everything, didn’t you?’
        Steven bobbed his head from side to side. ‘You could say that.’ He looked at Jane who beamed at him.
        ‘Well, I’ll be. A Rachni-powered ship. Never thought I’d see the day.’
        ‘Had to be prepared for anything. The Rachni proved more valuable than I had initially anticipated. Everyone pulled their weight in the preparations of this war.’ Steven looked back out. ‘After the…shockwave hit us, emergency systems came online. I sent troops to search the wreckage that was the Citadel. Can’t believe it’s been damaged to such an extent.’
        ‘It’s been repaired before,’ replied Jane.
        ‘True.’ Hacket folded his arms, turning to Jane. ‘I think it’s chance that let me find you.’
        ‘A good thing. I don’t think I would have survived without immediate medical treatment.’
        Steven’s mouth spread into an amused grin. ‘Says the woman who literally crawled her way out of the wreckage, swearing the whole time. You’re as stubborn as they come, Shepard.’
        ‘Damn, Hackett,’ Jane cooed, ‘certainly don’t hold back any punches.’ They shared a chuckle.
        Steven turned back to look out the view pane. ‘It’ll take time to find your crew. The Normandy left Citadel Space before the shockwave could spread outbound of the system. Until we can raise anyone or find a mass relay we can fix, even if temporarily, we’re just flying between systems. I’m hoping the Quantum Entanglement Communicators can help with part of that.’
        ‘I’m surprised the shockwave didn’t propel your ship out of the system,’ said Jane.
        ‘It nearly did. It tore pieces of the hull apart.’ Steven grimaced. ‘Threw me several feet and I nearly broke my back landing on the deck. But we managed.’ He nodded to Jane’s reflection. ‘Got things powered up again, got the crew on fixing the hull, and the Asari and Rachni had the ship flight-ready again in no time.’
        He felt some pride in his ability to manage his crew. But not in his ability to manage his emotions. His hand trembled again and he hid it between his elbow and the side of his body, keeping his arms folded.
        Jane regarded him endearingly. ‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re as stubborn as they come, Hackett.’
        He smiled, amused, but then sobered quickly as his hand’s trembling worsened, and he downcast his eyes, feeling embarrassed.
        ‘Everything okay?’ Jane glanced at his trembling hand. So she had noticed.
        ‘Oh, just…’ He sighed. He turned to her, letting his arms fall to his sides. ‘You know, I’ve been with Alliance Command for as long as I can remember. I’ve faced enemies, faced incredible odds, faced death, all of it fearlessly,’ the anger in his voice increased, ‘but then when I came so close to dying in that shockwave, knowing it was either that or the Reapers that were closing in on us, at that moment, for the first time in a long time, I felt true fear.’
        Jane looked deep into his eyes, her gaze intent. ‘Everyone feels fear from time to time, Hackett. Even me.’
        ‘I don’t.’ Steven bowed his head in one brisk motion. ‘I didn’t become Admiral by fearing the outcome of every mission I was on.’ He let out an exasperated sigh, looking at his reflection in the view pane. ‘Look at me, I’m in my fifties and I’m trembling like a cadet freshly recruited in the academy.’ He pressed the palm of his hands down on the desk, trying to stop the trembling.
        Jane placed her hand on his. ‘Hey, it’s okay,’ she soothed. ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of.’ His hand continued to tremble until she interlaced her fingers through his, her hand still over his, and the trembling stopped.
        Steven felt a sudden tingle in his stomach. He looked at Jane, she merely stared back with tender eyes.
        Acting on impulse, Steven leaned forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and he pressed his lips harder on hers, tasting her warm lips. He pulled away, breathless, and stepped away.
        ‘I’m sorry, that was highly inappropriate,’ he said quickly. ‘I got swept by the moment.’
        Jane took a step closer to him. She removed his cap and set it on the desk. His heart quickened. She took his hands in hers.
        ‘Maybe I want you to be highly inappropriate.’
        He didn’t need telling twice. Pulling her to him, Steven pressed a searing kiss to her lips as Jane wrapped her arms around him.


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


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


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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