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Return To Me


Qunari attack Weisshaupt Fortress and Loghain must protect Ellana Lavellan
who escapes the fortress. When he arrives at the Grey Warden safehouse,
both are swept up in the moment and declare their love for each other.


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Ellana sighed, gazing across the room at Loghain who sat on a chair near a small table, leaning back casually. He had one arm draped over the back of the chair.
        ‘I just feel trapped,’ Ellana complained.
        ‘I understand.’
        The man had a rugged face with many lines from years of fighting wars and darkspawn. Ellana had for several months been staying at Weisshaupt Fortress with Loghain as her bodyguard.
        ‘Am I not entertainment enough for you, then?’ He grinned.
        ‘If you spoke more maybe you would be.’ Ellana sat down on the edge of the bed. ‘Perhaps a song and dance to cheer me up?’
        Loghain chuckled. ‘You’re a popular woman, Lady Lavellan. It is safest for you to remain indoors. I wish I could give you a tour of the Anderfels, but alas, I, myself, have not visited much beyond Weisshaupt.’
        Ellana shook her head. ‘You mean I am a woman who is wanted by every enemy faction Thedas has to offer,’ she muttered. ‘The Qunari, the Venatori, anyone who opposes the Inquisition. Makes me wonder if I should have disbanded it. I’m surprised no one’s sent the Crows after me.’
        ‘You are wanted,’ Loghain confirmed. His gaze grew intense before he cleared his throat. ‘You’re a formidable woman, Inquisitor. You have powerful allies and many connections. If I were your enemy, I’d sure as hell be coming after you too.’
        Ellana let her sarcasm seep into her voice and rolled her eyes. ‘Thanks.’
        She shrugged, looking at her left arm. It had healed well, and she was getting rather used to it by now. She didn’t mind so much anymore that Solas had severed her arm when he removed the anchor, she minded that he had lied to her for the entire time he had been with the Inquisition.
        After the…ordeal at the Winter Palace, she had returned to Skyhold for some time until the attacks had begun. Venatori had first come for her; it was all the others could do to thwart them. Then the Qunari had assaulted the fortress, and rumour had begun of various groups attempting to stop the Inquisition. So, it had been deemed best to hide her, and she had been here at Weisshaupt ever since. The only person who wasn’t coming after her was… She didn’t want to think of him.
        She looked at Loghain; his deep gaze remained fixed on her, his blue eyes piercing.
        Ellana’s lips quirked into a smile. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say you just enjoy admiring me.’
        ‘Thankfully,’ Loghain sighed, ‘you know better.’
        Ellana feigned dejection. ‘Gee, thanks.’
        Loghain remained transfixed on her. ‘Besides, you wouldn’t want an old man like me.’
        ‘Oh? What makes you say that?’
        He shrugged, leaning forward, resting his arms on his knees, looking grim. ‘I’ve long since stopped allowing myself to care for another. I’ve lost all the women I ever loved in my life. I’ve lost family, and friends I cared deeply for. My mother, my father, Maric, Rowan, Celia.’ He momentarily closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face. ‘It’s better for me to put things of the heart behind me, for it only ends with heartache.’
        ‘Yeah, you probably do well.’ Ellana bowed her head. ‘Love someone, and then they lie to you and leave you, take your arm off, and go off to destroy the world.’ Then, she added, muttering, ‘Lying god of an elf.’
        That got a chuckle out of Loghain. ‘Now you know why I’ve spent most of my life distrusting elves.’ Ellana looked up, cocking a brow. ‘Actually, you’re the first elf I’ve ever fully trusted.’
        ‘Wow, what an honour.’ Ellana put her hand to her heart. ‘I will do my best to ensure that trust is not misplaced.’
        They both laughed before sobering again. Loghain’s gaze always remained on her.
        ‘And you’re not hoping to rekindle…’ He trailed off.
        ‘No,’ Ellana replied flatly. ‘It’s over between Solas and me. I made that very clear when he…removed the anchor.’ She studied Loghain for a moment. ‘You have nothing to worry about.’ He looked away suddenly, as though flustered. ‘I will not let my past relationship with him stop me should I be required to save Thedas.’
        ‘Right.’ Loghain sounded all business-like. He shifted. ‘Well, I have matters I must attend to. Grey Warden matters.’
        And without waiting for an acknowledgement, Loghain left the room.

* * *


        It was near night when Ellana heard a scuffle down the hall and some shouting. She turned, startled, as Loghain hurried into her room, his bow drawn with an arrow already nocked for good measure. Many other wardens followed him in and they barricaded the door.
        ‘What’s going on?’ Ellana asked, alarmed.
        ‘The fortress is being attacked,’ Loghain said hurriedly. He turned and barked some orders to some of the other wardens.
        ‘By whom?’
        ‘Qunari!’ He paused, looking at her intently. ‘You must leave.’
        ‘What?’
        ‘We’ve bought you enough time to gather your essentials, then you must go.’
        ‘But go where?’
        Loghain took one step forward and lowered his voice. ‘I’ve assembled a team to protect you and escort you to Hossberg.’
        Fear gripped her in the pit of her stomach. ‘You mean, you’re staying here? Loghain, I thought you were to guard me.’
        Loghain narrowed his gaze. ‘That is precisely what I’m doing now.’ He motioned to himself and other wardens. ‘We’ll hold them off for as long as we can. But… They’ve come for you. My job is to ensure they don’t reach you.’
        ‘I could stay and fight,’ Ellana insisted. ‘I’ve trained with my prosthetic. I can shoot my bow just as accurately as before.’
        ‘Perhaps, but can you defeat an entire army of Qunari?’
        ‘And you can?’ Ellana hadn’t realised just how high-pitched her voice had gotten and her heart was racing as much as her mind was.
        Before Loghain could argue, a Qunari leapt into the room through the window, brandishing an axe.
        Loghain shot the Qunari with his bow, but the arrow barely did any damage. An arrow flew in from the other direction as a Qunari archer leapt in after the warrior. Loghain took the arrow in the shoulder. He grunted in pain, plucking it out, and poked the warrior’s eye with it. He kicked the Qunari as the other wardens took down the archer.
        Loghain skillfully switched to his sword and slashed at the Qunari’s neck. The warrior brought up his hand to block the sword. Loghain pulled it out of his grip and lunged forward, impaling the Qunari before pushing to drive his sword in deeper. Then, he kicked the Qunari off his sword.
        Panting heavily, he looked at Ellana. ‘Your window of time has closed. You must leave now.’
        Blood dripped from his sword, as did some from his wound. Ellana took a step forward. ‘I’m not leaving you.’
        ‘Go!’ Loghain growled, taking a step towards her. His gaze was earnest and his eyes lingered on her a moment longer before he spoke more softly. ‘Go.’
        For the first time since she’d arrived at Weisshaupt, Ellana realised what it was she felt towards the man before her.
        ‘Not until you promise to return to me.’
        Loghain sucked in a breath. He half-whispered. ‘I promise.’
        Ellana nodded, backing away. Loghain turned to the door as the Qunari on the other side of it began to pound it.
        Loghain snapped his head towards Ellana. ‘Go!’ he shouted.
        Ellana turned and hurried, following her Grey Warden escorts through a secret passage in the room, down several stairs, and out through a door she didn’t even know existed in the fortress.
        Another group of wardens joined them after they had travelled for several leagues. A small band of Qunari gave pursuit but were quickly taken down by the wardens. Otherwise, the hurried trip to Hossberg had gone with less incident than Ellana had feared.
        The wardens housed Ellana at a Grey Warden safehouse near the centre of the city. And there, as the days passed, Ellana waited for the return of her Grey Warden bodyguard.

* * *


        One morning, after many long days, there was a commotion within the estate, and in stumbled Loghain, limping into the hall.
        ‘Where is she?’ he growled. ‘Is she safe?’ He leaned heavily on his sword.
        ‘Loghain!’ Ellana exclaimed.
        The man had multiple wounds and was bleeding from many places. His Grey Warden leathers were torn, the metal plating on his chest scratched and bent, and his face bore a gash along one cheek.
        He looked up at her, eyes wide with relief. ‘Ellana,’ he whispered.
        And then he collapsed.

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As It Was Intended – Dragon Age Threesome Smut & Angst

Prince Maric walks in on Loghain and Rowan in a passionate exchange
and things quickly get heated between them.
Taking place after the events of The Stolen Throne proper, before the Epilogue of the book.


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Maric sat leaning back in his study, pondering some of the events of the latest months. The rebel army had made good progress, and the Orlesian forces were in disarray, now that he had eliminated the brains behind the usurper. It had been over a year since their victory that day. He wasn’t King yet, but he was close.
        Maric heard raised voices coming from down the hall. He stood and walked in their direction. He realised the voices came from Rowan’s room. He stopped by the door, listening.
        ‘I just hate what has become of us.’ Maric recognised Loghain’s voice.
        ‘It was your decision,’ Rowan spat back, trying to keep her voice hushed, though not very successfully. ‘Do you realise the sacrifices I’ve had to make just in the past year alone?’
        ‘And you think I haven’t made any sacrifices?’ Loghain growled. ‘Everything I have done. . .have ever done. . .’
        They lowered their voices as Rowan retorted something to Loghain but Maric couldn’t make out her words.
        ‘I did what was necessary!’ Loghain shouted in exasperation.
        Maric took the opportunity of the raised voice to slowly open the door a crack and peer in discretely. His heart thumped fast in his chest as he realised he probably didn’t want to hear this exchange he feared hearing it and yet couldn’t help but listen in.
        Rowan was wearing one of the gowns that had been gifted to her, from the people to their future Queen. She was beautiful in it, and Maric didn’t miss the way Loghain’s eyes darted across her features, even in the heat of their argument. Loghain, of course, was wearing his leathers. The Hero of the River Dane was still unaccustomed to his new armour and preferred to travel in his most trusted gear.
        Rowan and Loghain stared at each other for a beat, so Maric repositioned himself so he could see a bit better inside the room.
        ‘It’s too late for regrets now,’ said Rowan. She gave Loghain a stern look. ‘Why? Why have you come? Is it just to antagonise me? Is it
        ‘Because I care!’ Loghain was leaning forward, an angry expression upon his face.
        ‘And you think I don’t?’ Rowan stepped closer to Loghain. ‘I have always cared. Why do you think I. . .risked everything for you.’
        ‘I know.’ His voice was solemn. Loghain stepped back. ‘Rowan. . . Letting you go was the most difficult decision of my life, and I. . .’ His voice cracked.
        Maric could see Loghain’s face contort with inner torment, his eyes wet with silent tears.
        And then, Loghain placed an arm behind Rowan’s back and pulled her in and kissed her, fierce and intent. Rowan wrapped her arms around Loghain as they continued to kiss with passion.
        Maric felt a pang that ignited an angry fire within him, though he wasn’t sure which of them made him angrier in this instance.
        He slammed the door open as he walked in, his gaze intense and on them both. Loghain and Rowan quickly pulled apart. Rowan looked mortified, while Loghain’s stern gaze became inscrutable.
        ‘The old witch told me you would betray me,’ Maric said evenly, looking pointedly at Loghain. He motioned his head towards Rowan. ‘But with her. You might as well have killed me when you wanted to.’
        Loghain narrowed his gaze but remained otherwise impassive.
        ‘Maric, I. . .’ Rowan began. ‘You know how I feel about you, I just
        ‘And you!’ Maric snapped at her, his anger mounting. ‘My betrothed. Would you so readily renege your oath?’ He looked from one to the other. ‘Do you realise how much it hurts me to see you both together like this?’
        For the first time since Maric had entered the room, Loghain downcast his eyes.
        ‘Maric. . . You knew we had something before.’
        ‘Yes, and I assumed it had ended because Rowan and I’ He stopped, seeing the hurt on Loghain’s face. For the first time since that night he’d killed Katriel and slept with Rowan, Loghain had shown emotion, his steely demeanour finally breaking. Maric felt another pang, this time more sorrowful, as he watched Loghain’s tears run down his cheeks.
        The other man closed his eyes and shook his head. ‘I’ll let the two of you sort this out,’ he breathed and began for the door.
        Maric stopped him with his arm. ‘You will do no such thing.’
        Loghain scowled, eyes still wet. ‘Clearly, you need some time to speak,’ he said, looking from Maric to Rowan.
        ‘And what will you do? Hope I’ll forget this ever happened and return when I’m not looking? I think not.’
        Moving swiftly, Maric took a step back and kicked the door shut before stepping forward again and drawing himself to his full height.
        ‘Now you’re being ridiculous, Maric,’ Loghain growled at him.
        ‘You don’t seem to understand that I am your King and I have given you an order! Will you defy me then?’
        Loghain got into Maric’s face. ‘Whatever torment you want as revenge, let’s have it then.’
        Maric and Loghain stared at each other in contempt, their faces inches apart. Maric remembered the look Loghain had given him when he wanted to kill him back when they had first met. The look Loghain gave him today was similar, but there was something more, something. . .more heated, more emotional.
        ‘Maric, please,’ Rowan whispered.
        Maric took a step back, studying them, his jaw set. ‘You have both betrayed me. How did it come to this? How did we get here, with such. . .chasms between us?’ His tone became more desperate than he had intended.
        ‘We did that which was necessary. . .for Ferelden,’ Loghain said evenly.
        ‘For Ferelden?’ Maric’s brows shot up, he was incredulous.
        ‘Maric, ever since. . .’ began Rowan. ‘You knew. . .we thought. . .’ Tears speckled her eyes. ‘I love you,’ she whispered.
        Loghain set his jaw, looking pained, but he did not avert his eyes.
        ‘But you love him too,’ Maric growled angrily.
        ‘Is your pride so hurt that I tasted her love first?’ Loghain’s voice was filled with anger and hurt, and it sent a surge of emotion through Maric’s body.
        ‘I always cared about you both,’ Rowan admitted.
        Maric’s expression softened. His emotions were sending his thoughts in all directions. The three of them had been so close once, they had become inseparable for a time. They laughed, they teased, they cried. Since his mother died, there had only ever been two people Maric loved strongly enough that he would do anything for, including give his life. And his heart ached for that feeling of closeness he had felt with them, that feeling he feared was now lost forever.
        ‘I miss us.’ Maric looked Rowan in the eyes, and then met Loghain’s gaze. ‘I miss the way we used to be, the three of us.’
        ‘It will never be the same, Maric,’ Loghain warned.
        ‘I know, but for one moment, just this night, can we just. . .forget Ferelden and be as we once were? Can’t we just. . .be the three of us?’
        In Loghain’s eyes, Maric saw the longing he himself felt for the friendship they once had, but when Loghain looked at Rowan, that longing was different, and Maric felt a pang of jealousy, unsure at whom it was directed. Rowan looked equally longingly at both of them. He knew despite the cold that had grown between them, they still loved each other.
        ‘You are the two people I care for the most in this world,’ Maric admitted. ‘We once shared a love, one that was different for each of us, different towards each of us, but one I miss, one I now need.’ Maric felt his eyes sting with unshed tears. ‘Please, Rowan, Loghain, just this night. Let’s forget everything that’s happened.’
        Rowan took a step towards him but stopped short. Loghain remained planted where he was, his gaze no longer able to meet Maric’s.
        ‘Do you not miss what we had?’ Maric asked.
        Rowan drew in a breath. ‘I. . . Yes.’
        ‘We can never again have what we had,’ Loghain said, his voice grave.
        ‘But that doesn’t mean we can’t have something new that is equally special.’ Maric heard the hope in his voice, and he saw in both their eyes that same hope he felt.
        There was a tug in his heart of desperation, a vulnerability he had only ever allowed them to see that surged through him as his sorrow, regret and anger rose together to become a sensation of passion tingling through his body, and suddenly, he knew what he wanted this night.
        ‘If the two of you are to share intimacy. . .’ He paused. Rowan’s eyes were pleading, Loghain’s blue eyes piercing. ‘I would rather you both saved your intimacy for me, rather than for each other.’


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An Arousing Choice Fanfic

Another Dragon Age explicit fan-fiction short story has arrived, this time with the demon Imshael in Emprise du Lion. Here is a SFW preview.


Evelyne Trevelyan encounters the demon Imshael to whom she proposes a different choice,
one that leads to him giving her multiple orgasms.


Evelyne Trevelyan and her team approached the great statue of Andraste at Suledin Keep in Emprise du Lion, where the demon called Imshael stood. The Forbidden One greeted her with an indignant tone.
        ‘Ah, the hero arrives,’ he said. ‘But is it hero or murderer? It’s so hard to tell.’
        ‘You’re the demon called Imshael!’ Evelyne was surprised. When Michel de Chevin spoke to her about the demon, she didn’t expect to find a man standing before her, let alone a handsome one. Then again, he was a demon.
        ‘Ahem! Choice Spirit,’ Imshael insisted.
        ‘Maker, give us strength,’ Cassandra complained.
        Evelyne suppressed an amused smile. The way the demon’s eyes furrowed taunted her forward, and she felt a flutter in her stomach.
        ‘Wait, wait, wait!’ he commanded, his gruff voice sending a shiver of arousal through Evelyne’s body. There was something in his voice that made her crave to hear him speak more. ‘These are your friends?’ Imshael went on. ‘They’re very violent, it’s worrying. True to my name, I will show you that you have a choice. It doesn’t always have to end in blood.’
        ‘Talk!’ Evelyne commanded him, careful not to let her curiosity seep into her voice.
        ‘Inquisitor!’ Dorian exclaimed.
        ‘It’s simple,’ Imshael explained, ‘we don’t fight, and I grant you power, I shower you with riches, or maybe give you virgins, your pick, and then we all live happily ever after. Well, not all of us, but who’s counting.’
        Evelyne looked at her companions, then back at the demon before her, mulling her options over. ‘I might have something else in mind for what you might be able to grant me, but it’s an interesting proposition.’
        ‘Inquisitor!’ Cassandra exclaimed. ‘You can’t seriously be considering this demon’s—’
        ‘Choice spirit!’ Imshael replied pointedly.
        ‘Imshael, is there a place where we might be able to speak more privately?’ Evelyne asked.
        ‘Certainly, Lady Trevelyan.’
        ‘Inquisitor!’
        ‘Stay here. I’ll be fine.’
        Imshael motioned for her to follow, and led her through another part of the keep’s courtyard and into a large alcove-looking section. He closed the gate behind him. Large tents lined one wall; the area was closed off by rubbled walls and large cedar hedges.
        ‘We will have complete privacy here,’ said Imshael.
        ‘Good.’
        ‘What did you wish to propose, Lady Trevelyan? I have offered you what most desire to possess.’
        ‘It’s not what I desire,’ Evelyn said, taking a few deliberate steps towards Imshael.
        ‘Then what is it you desire?’ the demon asked.


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A Seductive Contract – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction

Yes, I’ve been very inspired for short story fan-fiction in the past months, and this one is no exception. Another explicit smutty fic, this time taking place in Antiva, with the character from the Dragon Age book, Tevinter Nights, Lucanis Dellamorte. The story is password protected (with password indicated on the landing page of the story) and it includes artwork that I commissioned specially for this story by an artist I know, Kemvee.

I will probably write up a post about the fun process of getting the artwork done and how Kemvee was able to draw a character who we’ve essentially never seen.


Lucanis Dellamorte finds himself struggling while on a job
when his target attempts to seduce him.


Lucanis sat in the armchair of his target’s bedchamber, waiting patiently for her to arrive. He twiddled his knife to pass the time. The moon shone into the bedroom, creating a ray of triangular light on the bed.
        His target was a Venatori mage, not one of the most prominent ones, but one who had become a nuisance, and a threat to his cover. Lady Clelia had hired spies and assassins to find out if Lucanis had faked his death, which he had, and if he was actually alive, which he was very much so. She was a vocal advocate of him being alive, and he couldn’t lie low hidden in the shadows if someone was shouting from the rooftops he was still alive, regardless of whether they had evidence or not. Which was why she had moved up to the top of Lucanis’s target list. And now, on top of everything else, she was in Antiva, probably gathering evidence herself. Lucanis wasn’t going to let her reach Treviso.        
        This job wasn’t one assigned to him by any client, but he’d set himself a personal target list, a contract to himself, and he would treat this like any other job he took.
        After a time, the door to the bedchamber opened, and Lady Clelia walked in. Lucanis kept his gaze on her as she moved to the candelabra. He stood, moving swiftly to stop her from lighting the candles. He placed a hand on the wall, blocking her access.
        She paused and inclined her head curiously.
        ‘Demon.’
        Lucanis remained alert, still blocking her path, his other hand ready to grab hers, but she stepped away from the candelabra.
        ‘I was wondering when you’d show up.’ She walked to the dresser and pulled out a silky nightgown that looked more like a thin dress from where Lucanis was standing.
        ‘You’re not surprised,’ he said, trying to mask his annoyance. While he always assumed his marks knew he was coming, sometimes he wished that he’d catch them by surprise.
        ‘I told them, you know,’ Clelia said, letting her dress fall to the floor, ‘that you weren’t actually dead.’
        Lady Clelia still had her back to Lucanis. He could kill her now and have it done with, but he had questions for her first, which made her, in her state of undress, a different kind of challenge than any other target he’d gone after.
        She removed her bodice. Lucanis cleared his throat, trying not to let her curves distract him as a murmur of arousal threatened to foment inside him. She smiled slyly, turning her head to the side just enough to cast a glance at him. If Lucanis turned away, he’d be looking away from his target, and he needed to keep his eyes on her, and she knew that.
        Lucanis lifted his mask enough for it to sit on the top of his head, so he could bore into her eyes with his piercing gaze in an attempt to intimidate her – his gaze was known to make people turn away and break eye contact – but Lady Clelia simply droned on.
        ‘I told the other Venatori, “The Demon, Lucanis Dellamorte, is alive.”’ Lady Clelia turned to face Lucanis, her luscious breasts catching the light of the moon. ‘They wouldn’t listen.’ She slipped into her nightgown, which was in fact very thin and moulded her body perfectly. She took a few steps towards Lucanis. ‘Well, it was only a matter of time before I became your target.’
        Lucanis bore into Clelia’s eyes from where he stood, alert, holding his knife more tightly and standing firm.
        ‘How did you know, Clelia? How did you know I was alive?’
        Clelia smiled. Around her mouth were the lines that marked her many years, yet her face still looked young despite them.
        ‘I heard whispers,’ said Clelia. ‘The grandson of the First Talon who had once expressed wanting the title while drunk, suddenly the heir. What had changed the First Talon’s mind, I wondered. He says much when he’s drunk, your cousin, to the right audience.’
        Lucanis let out a mirthless chuckle, shaking his head. ‘Illario.’
        ‘The grandson the Venatori have been hunting, suddenly dead,’ Clelia continued. ‘And yet,’ she took a few steps forward, her eyes never glancing away from Lucanis’s gaze, ‘still Venatori mysteriously vanished, found dead, killed by a ghost, with whispers in the shadows of a demon, and the markings on the victims much like many others killed by one particular Crow.’
        Lucanis pressed his lips together, nodding. ‘And you noticed these markings, heard these whispers, but no one else believed you.’
        ‘Yet.’ Clelia kept her mouth open and she licked her lower lip, her eyes sizing Lucanis up and down. ‘I’m thirsty.’
        She walked to the mantle and poured herself a glass of wine. Lucanis found his eyes wandering to her bum and he caught himself biting his lip. He shook his head once and closed his mouth, looking back up.
        Lady Clelia turned back towards him. ‘I am a mage, Lucanis Dellamorte. You won’t succeed in killing me.’
        Lucanis waited for her to take a few sips of wine before answering. ‘What tells you I haven’t already poisoned your wine?’
        In a bound, Clelia was on him, her lips pressing onto his.


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