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Sensual Relaxation – Dragon Age Erotica

Emmrich relaxes by tantalisingly releasing Rook’s tension as the two enjoy an evening of lovemaking.


Emmrich waved his hand about with a flourish. ‘Manfred, give us some privacy, will you?’

With a polite bow, the skeletal butler took his leave, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

Emmrich turned to Rook. ‘Now, my darling, let me help you release your tension.’

Rook, who sat on the edge of the bed, let out a small laugh. She peered up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

Emmrich took a few slow strides towards her and with gentle fingers, tilted her chin up. He bent and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. As Emmrich wrapped his arms around her, Rook leaned into the embrace.

Gliding his hand along her shoulders, Emmrich began kneading her muscles. When he spoke,  his voice was a soft coo that relaxed Rook even more. ‘Let me help you release all of that accumulated tension from such a long day out fighting demons.’

Rook pulled away to give Emmrich an amused smile, ‘You were out there all day with me. What about all of your tension?’

Emmrich leaned further in, his lips grazing Rook’s neck, and whispered into her ear. ‘Perhaps tending to you is my way to release tension.’

An involuntary moan escaped Rook’s lips. Emmrich breathed out a satisfied sigh.

‘Perhaps hearing you moan relaxes me.’ He kissed just beneath her earlobe. ‘And I shan’t be satisfied until you are.’

‘Emmrich,’ Rook whispered.

‘Yes, my darling?’ Emmrich replied more matter-of-factly. He peered into her eyes before Rook pulled him to her, capturing his lips for a fervent kiss. Emmrich hum-chuckled as he deepened the kiss.

With a gentle push, Emmrich lowered Rook onto the mattress. He lay down beside her, propped on his elbows, one hand caressing the nape of Rook’s neck, the other travelling down to her bosom.


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The Otherworlder 3: Entrapment

You have been captured by Solas. As your friends vie to reach you and free you from your entrapment, you attempt to make Solas see reason, while using your connection to the Stone to imprint magical clues.


Tears streaking down their faces, your friends stare after you through the indigo fire until you and Solas are out of sight. Onlookers emerge to gape and wonder. Finally, the flames dissipate.

Silverio scoops Halani and Barden up, hefting each of them over a shoulder, and darts forward, bounding in large strides.

‘It’s too late,’ Halani weeps.

‘No, I won’t accept it.’

‘Put us down – you’ll go faster,’ Barden voices.

Silverio lets them drop gently, crouching momentarily, and then quickly resumes his sprint. He veers around a corner into an alleyway. He circles in place, searching, frantic, eyes wide in horror as he breathes hard. The other two catch up to him, panting.

‘They’re gone,’ breathes Barden, ‘Solas and…’ his voice cracks and he stops.

‘This can’t be happening!’ cries Halani. ‘It can’t.’

‘I’ve failed to protect—’ Silverio clamps his mouth with a hand as his vision blurs further and he falls to his knees, a sob escapes his lips. Halani and Barden kneel beside him and the three weep into each other’s arms.

Barden is the first to pull away. ‘Look at us, sodding crybabies. We are strong, we are crafty and resourceful. We mustn’t lose hope.’

‘We might not know where Solas took our friend,’ says Halani, nodding her agreement, ‘but we have allies. They can help us.’

Silverio wipes his eyes with the back of his gauntlet. ‘You’re right.’ He places a hand on his heart, ‘but it hurts to be separated from the Otherworlder.’

‘It does,’ Halani says softly, ‘I feel pain in me too.’

‘I feel like my world is breaking into chaos all over again,’ Barden expresses.

‘There is an emptiness inside me that can only be filled by our friend whom we all hold dear.’ Lifting one knee and placing a foot on the ground, Silverio rises. ‘We will find where Solas went. We will find our friend.’

The three of them march back to the location where the meeting with the Divine had taken place. Silverio bangs on the door and the guards admit them. They stride towards Leliana, whose expression changes as soon as she sees their tear-stricken faces and clocks your absence.

‘Tell me everything.’

***

Solas pulls you along the long passage that seems to drag forever. You vaguely remember reading how for humans the Eluvian crossroads seem longer than for elves. 

When you left your friends, Solas had rounded a corner and bound your hands in front of you. He divested you of your weapons, though you still wear your ring and amulet. Now he pulls you along to make it go faster as he navigates from Eluvian to Eluvian, muttering ancient Elvhen words to bypass the security and traps he himself undoubtedly laid there. 

He speaks little except to instruct you.

Finally, you emerge into a Thaig. Cool air blows in from somewhere. Solas drags you into what looks like a sitting room and sits you down at a table. He leaves for a few moments. You stare at the open door, considering your options.

‘You would be wise not to try that,’ he calls out to you from the other room as you stand. 

You curse under your breath and sit back down. Solas returns and places a plate of food before you. You blink at it before you laugh mirthlessly.

‘Eat,’ he instructs. ‘We have much to discuss. I need you in shape to share all you know.’

You narrow your eyes at him. ‘You assume I will cooperate.’

‘You will,’ he asserts, with confidence and arrogance.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You decide to tell him exactly how you’ve always felt about him and his story arc.


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

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.


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The Otherworlder: Arrival in Thedas – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction RPG style short story

Originally written for my YouTube community tab readers and viewers, the fan-fiction short story taking place in Thedas, the Dragon Age setting called The Otherworlder: Arrival in Thedas, was created as a mini RPG style interactive story with choices readers could make. Not, based on the story they helped shape, here it is in full.

I also am very happy to have some beautiful artwork that I commissioned Kemvee to make for me of The Otherworlder’s companions: Silverio, Barden, and Halani.


You wake up in Thedas and find yourself obliged to adapt to your new reality. Thankfully, you find a motley crew of companions who pledge their loyalty to you after you discover their ties with the Venatori mage who summoned you to this world. But a darker and more sinister plot exists behind your summoning…


You wake to the sound of rustling leaves and the hoot of an owl. You slowly open your eyes, and realise you are staring up at a starlit sky and the peak of large trees. You are in a forest, which one, you do not know. Neither do you know how you got here, but a gust of wind and the sound of scurrying lets you know you are not alone.

You take a slow inhale of air in attempt to quell your quickening heart. “How long have I been lying here, prey for whoever and whatever might be hunting tonight?” you wonder.

You stand, gathering your bearings, and realise you are standing at a junction of three paths leading off further into the forest. They do not branch off too far, for you can see what lies at the end of each one.

At the end of one path stands a great Eluvian, shimmering with coruscating colours, and humming as though beckoning you to enter it.

The end of another path leads to a great archway through which stairs lead down into the Deep Roads, sombre and eerie, yet enticingly intriguing.

And the last path opens up to a village where the light from a tavern shines brightly against the dim night and an open window carries over the sounds of raucous laughter.

Which path do you take?

You are hyper-aware of the fact that if you do not move from where you are now soon, you will become fodder for any forest predators. Thus, you begin down the path towards the Eluvian. You are also very self-conscious of the fact that you are scantily clad in your everyday pyjamas, and that if you do not find shelter or gear soon, you won’t last very long in Thedas.

At least you assume this is where you are, judging by the Eluvian shimmering before you.

You chance a glance behind your shoulder, already questioning whether or not you have chosen the correct path, but an all too frightening growl coming from the trees beyond urges you to continue.

‘If this is a dream,’ you mutter to yourself, ‘I’m going to explore everything it has to offer me.’

With a hand in front of you to test out the scintillating portal before you, you step through beyond the Eluvian. You immediately scan your surroundings. You are in a long corridor surrounded by elven trees; heavy fog hugs the ground. The path leads forward to an elven archway.

Your eyes fall on an ornate amulet a few feet away from you. Your gamer senses tingle, propelling you towards the amulet. As you pick it up, you notice a purple gem in its centre. The amulet is light in weight, and you instinctively feel as though you know how to use it.

You push down on the gem, it depresses slightly into its golden casing and a surge of purple lightning snakes across the ground. You grin and say to yourself in a low voice, ‘This’ll come in handy.’

Chuckling, you rise and place the amulet around your neck. At least now you have that.

You begin your trek towards the archway but before you can get very far, elven spirits, translucent and purple, emerge from beyond the elven trees and approach you, weapons drawn. They stop but mere inches away from you. You are surrounded.

You…


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