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"Ah, yes. Our dear witch is indeed, unbearably lovely, isn't she just?"
Zevran is bearing his eyes into the side of Alistair's face. He'd followed the warrior's gaze across the tavern to where it lingered on Morrigan, lounging alone in a six-seater booth. The tavern was packed and she'd managed to glare away anyone who dared attempting to sit near her. Zevran's eyes twinkled.

"Why must she be so, so callous?" Alistair barked, groaning into his flagon.
"My dear warden, I suspect she is not familiar with anything less than brutish survival. She has survived with little but the furs on her back and the speed of her wits. And her exquisite beauty, of course."
"She'd skin you for that, you know? Freeze your little toes off and use them for some.... sinister poultice."
Zevran roared with laughter, threw his head back.

"I do not doubt it for a second! It is part of her mystique, after all." Both men looked over after her again, watching openly now. Quietly admiring.

After a moment, Zevran sculled the remainder of his drink, mantled a cunning expression.

"Would it not be ever so spectacular to be between her thighs? Have her writhe and still scoff while working her cunt with your tongue?"
Alistair flushed to his ears.
"I, erm, uh, hm-" he stammered. Zevran kept his eyes trained on Morrigan. Tracking every shift of her hands scratching in the grimoire. A kite circling the canopy. Of course, Morrigan was no prey animal herself.
Alistair stared down into his lager again, unable to will himself to look back to zevran yet.

When he did, the rogue had dissipated. Two copper sat in front of the stool he'd perched upon. The sly bastard. Scanning the room again, Alistair noticed zevran was leaning over the back of the booth morrigan was sat in, speaking directly into her ear. Her hands were tight knuckles, grasping her skirts.

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Zevran had slipped away from Alistair easily, leaving the warrior to his thoughts and drink. He'd approached morrigans booth from behind. Lucky he'd worn his extra quiet boots tonight.
He pushed onto his tip toes and crossed his arms atop the backed booth. Leaning downwards, right next to morrigans ear.

"Tell me, what is such a ravishing woman such as yourself doing by herself?"
She kept her head perfectly still, but slid her eyes to look at him through the corners.

"Oh it's been so hard! On my lonesome! Nary a man in sight, won't you rescue me from this cruel fate?" she taunted.
Zevran chuckled, sincerely amused.

"My dear, I am well aware of your capabilities. I admire them even. But no, I wanted to ask about something else."
"You have thirty seconds."
Zevran slightly turned his face in, so that his lips were just about to ghost her ear.

"Morrigan. You are exquisitely beautiful, yes. But your strength of character and wits is far more enchanting than any looks. You are alone tonight, no? As a matter of fact, I have also found myself alone tonight. I know you know that I am not lying when I say that I am renowned for my skilled tongue, and that I would like nothing more than to eat you out right now." She had not moved her head an inch, but her eyes were staring straight ahead and a sweet flush dusted her cheeks and clavicle.
Zevran pressed the tip of his tongue and slid it along the shell of her ear.

"Andraste's tight arse, morrigan, if you asked i would crawl under this table and hike up that skirt and lap at you through your smalls, where everyone could see. All I'd ask is that you pull my hair when you need it faster."
Morrigan drew a sharp inhale. The hand that had been resting on her grimoire is now treating her skirts like a stress ball. Mouth almost imperceptibly screwed up in a frustrated pout.

"Fair mage, if you do not say you want anything, I shall leave you none the wetter and return to my flagon."
She screws her eyes shut now, matching the pout.

After a beat, zevran starts to move away.
A swift hand gesture, and his feet are frozen in place, encased in the illusion of ice.
Morrigan actually moves her head to look at him now. She smiles, sickly, fake sweet.

"Say please."
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She'd asked they not head to the room together and that he'd meet her there in ten minutes, using the back entrance. candles burned on the end tables, casting a glow on the four poster bed, and the woman sat on the end of it. She smirked at him, fully clothed with legs spread wide.

"Kneel."
Zevran stepped to stand between her legs and dropped to his knees, eyes level with her pussy. She drops her legs open further and wraps one hand into her hair. He slides up her skirts and moves forward to place an open mouthed kiss on the front of her smalls.

Morrigan sharply inhaled over him, her gaze fixed on the back of his head poking out from under her skirts. She can feel his tongue laving at her smalls, the warm exhales from his nostrils jostled the curls cresting out from the sides. She plants a hand into his hair and grips, forcing him to stop.

With her other hand she rucked up her skirts, wiggles her hips so she can hike it above her waist and shimmy it over her head. Zevran's face becomes visible without the skirt obscuring her view, and my, is he a sight.

The rogue's mouth is slick, hair mussed and his breath comes out in pants. He flicks his eyes up to her and smirks, twinkles his eyes.

"I believe my tongue had an appointment booked with your cunt, and I believe she is running a little late, no?"

Morrigan tightens her grip in his hair, pulls back to force him to look at her. Keeping their eye contact, zevran reaches up her thighs and hooks his pointer fingers into the band of her smalls. He runs his fingers through the coarse curls and she pushes her hips up so he can pull at her smalls.

Zevran's grin is wicked. He slides the fabric down over her pubes so slowly. Then her thighs. Trails them down her legs, holding her gaze. She plants herself on the bedside once more and pushes his head back to work.

The first dip of his tongue drags down the juncture of her thigh and groin. Morrigan shudders. Zevran brings his thumb to the side of her clit and two fingers on the other side, and squeezes the skin between them, pulsing and rubbing her clit with the skin. He alternates this with running his thumb and fingers down the stretch of her outer vulva, squeezing the skin as he drags down.

Morrigan starts to vocalise her exhales, not groaning, yet, but responsive and something more than just in & out breath. Her cunt flutters With her clenching, aching for more.

Zevran then using both hands, spreads her open and pins a flattened tongue over her clit. He rocks his face against her, licking the length of her slit from flat to sucking to flat to sucking, adding little kitten licks on the clit each time he reaches it. Morrigan unleashes a long moan. She pulls her top aside to expose her tits and removes a hand from zevran's hair to squeeze one. Zevran, quick as a flash, reaches up to grab her breasts, forcing his hand under hers where it squeezed. He squeezes hard and softly rolls her pert nipples. She plants her hands behind her, leaning back to allow him better access and he sits up on his haunches, his mouth never leaving it's ministrations.

"I don't- believe. Ohhh. I don't believe fondling was on the table, elf." Morrigan is panting, with more groans appearing from her mouth.
Zevran just makes eye contact again, eyes shining, mouth obscenely shining with slick, and pinches her nipples while doubling down with his tongue.

She falls back on the bed Properly this time, freeing her hands to yank at his hair again, starts thrusting against his mouth, pushing his head in tandem. Zevran has started to build a momentum with suction around her clit, he sucked and released, licking fast strong strokes with the end of his tongue on the release.

Morrigan is loudly moaning now, hips jerking at his face as she forces his head to meet her hips in time. Zevran pulls on her nipples, yanking the breasts with them, then lets one go and stuffs a finger inside her, fucks into her with a punishing pace. He is everywhere - her nipples, her clit, his hair fanning over her thighs, another finger in her cunt - her movements to jerk and stiffen.

Zevran is lapping at her clit like it is the last bits of mango attached to the stone, sucking at her. Loudly. Unabashedly.

He thrusts his fingers up into her again and curls them to that spongey plateau, forcefully stroking it. Her hips stiffen in the air, forcing his head against her tight. Morrigan makes a gutteral noise and he keeps fucking her licking her sucking her through it and she's fucking his face as the dam bursts and she's squirting, drenching his mouth, his face, his tunic.

Zevran keeps the relentless pace until her cunt quivers around his fingers and her body shakes as he batters her clit. Morrigan's breath starts to even out and she pulls him up by the side of his face.

"Please, ah, that will, ah, suffice for now." She manages to pant out.

"Morrigan. You taste truly divine, there is Ambrosia dripping from your pussy." Zevran runs his tongue around his mouth and chin, and Morrigan cannot help but sit up and pull his mouth up to meet hers, indulging him in a sloppy wet kiss, all tongue and cum. He pulls back to chuckle and ducks down to tongue at her nipple.

Morrigan moans again. Now that she's cum already, and already cum all over the elf's face, she can relax and appreciate that the elf sure knows his way around a woman. She can tell he must be hard. Surely, he's hard. She laughs, prompting zevran to look up at her, his mouth almost comically full of her breast. His tongue flickers over her nipple.

"Sovereign for your thoughts, luscious lady?" He says around her breast, lashing the skin and cupping it in his hand to hold up the nipple and tease it under his tongue. Morrigan scoffs, her eyes flash.

"I am just very concerned that you may be in no small amount of pain there, elf."
His tongue falters for a split second and he looks up at her again, batting his eyelashes.

"Oh,. My dear morrigan, I have no need of you to even consider me right now, I assure you I am overjoyed to simply attend to your needs." He emphasises with a long lick from her breast to her neck, and starts tonguing at her throat. Morrigan huffs and brings her hands into his hair, pulls hard and moves one hand to drag her nails down his back, over the tunic.

"And what if, elf, now I know how exceptional you are with your mouth, I am utterly haunted by the potential with which you wield your cock?" She pulls him by the neck of his tunic, guiding him on top of her. He follows eagerly and she slides one hand to palm at his cock, obvious in his leathers. Her other hand reaches to grab a handful of his ass, and smacks. Zevran barks out a laugh.

"You've ensorcelled me, witch!" He clambers forward to lick at her lips and Morrigan can feel how damp his shirt. The wet is delicious against her nipples.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now." She growls into his mouth and their tongues tousle again.

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Staying at the Arl's in Denerim was acceptable, Morrigan supposed, it was a musty old castle with oppressive brick walls, but at least she didn't have to endure that fucking bard screeching every night at the campifire..

Nevertheless, she had to leave. Go outside. The city could never truly accommodate her, but at least she could see the skies dammit.

Flinging on her cloak, she quietly exits her room and ascends the cold stairs up the tower. All of the windows in the castle closed with how cold Ferelden got at night. All bar one. Near the top of the tower was one open window. She'd scoped it out on their first night staying here. Desperate for some fresh air.

It wasn't that they weren't allowed to leave, just that it wasn't anybody else's business where she was located physically. Leaving the building would mean passing at least one servant or god forbid, Shale. Creepy fucker always stood still and silent around corners. Like, well, like a statue.

Morrigan gazed upwards to the stars blanketing the sky, a small smile playing on her lips as she basked in the glow. She was scantily clad in just her hooded cloak and barely-bloody-there bra, but 'twere not a worry, as she shifted into crow form.

She scampered in the window, hopping along the ledge. Squawking with glee under the moon. A good half hour passes when she hears voices and feet emerging up the staircase.

She turns toward Denerim and glides into the night.

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Even though she could feasibly soar the night away in bird format, tis rather tiring the next day. Denerim is alive from above, all its gritty secrets aired in the twilight. Swords clanging here, shady deals there. If a beak could smirk, hers would. Humans were so simple.

Morrigan soars toward a quiet alley adjacent the market, landing in a flowerbed. A quick scan shows an empty side street, some drunken revellers in the middle distance.

She shifts back to her human form, drawing her hood back over her head. 'Tis bloody cold. What else can this eve have to offer!

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Her boots clack clack clack on the cobblestones as she meanders, delightfully lost in the backstreets of Denerim. It must surely be about 2, as the darkness of night has eased. She had snuck past some cloak and dagger types in one of the bigger alleys, and come out the other side by the river. Perhaps near the Pearl?

Morrigan stayed close to the walls, hugging the shadows, still no real destination in mind. When, a figure emerged a few paces ahead. The figures boots were notably clackless, silent.

"My, sweet thing, what's a gal like you doing in a place like this?"

'Twas a woman, draped in fine leathers and gleaming chunky jewelry. Lovely round tits swelling over her bodice. Those quiet shoes happened to be long boots reaching the third quarter of thigh, just slightly spilling over in the best way.

Morrigan spluttered. A blush blooming across her pasty skin.

"And just. Who are you?" She barked, crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one hip. Suddenly self-conscious.

The figure stalked closer. And laughed, laughed!

"M'names Isabela, Bela to some, Captain to most. But darling, you can call me anything."

The woman's face came into view and Morrigan could see two ornate daggers sheated over her back.

"Morrigan. It is always good to see a woman who knows her worth in this world." Isabela laughed, eyes shining.

"Oh, I bet it is, sweet thing."

Isabela showed no sign of stopping, Morrigan took a step forwards on wobbly feet. Like a newborn doe. Then another on slightly surer footing.

Shortly, they were a hair's breadth apart. Isabela reached for Morrigan's chin, gripping it between her thumb and forefinger, and angled the witch's face towards her own.

"What a divine specimen you are darling."

Morrigan flushed ever deeper, and stuck her heavy gaze onto Isabela.

"Captain....you have no idea." Morrigan inched forward and ran her tongue from just above the piercing in the divot of Isabela's chin, to Isabela's cupid's bow. Isabela's eyes flashed with glee.
Morrigan dragged her tongue down again, and grazed her teeth on Isabela's bottom lip. She'd raised onto her tiptoes to reach.

Isabela tsked. The grip on Morrigan's chin clamped down with a peek of nail.

"Shall I ravish you right here or shall we find somewhere private?" Isabela's tone was hushed, but she spoke aloud with the underlying assertion that even if someone were to stumble upon them, she would look them in the eyes and keep going.

In lieu of an answer, Morrigan raised a hand and guided Isabela's forefinger into her mouth. She sucked lightly on the fingertip.

Isabela sprung into action, wrapped her hands around Morrigan's shoulders and pushed, until Morrigan was pressed bodily against the rough cold brick wall nearby. Isabela leaned down and grazed her teeth down Morrigan's neck. The witch shuddered and tipped her head to kiss Isabela. It was feverish and sloppy and Morrigan worked her hand into Isabela's hair and yanked.

A rivulet of spit hung between their mouths. Morrigan used Isabela's shock to pull at Isabela's cotton chemise, unearthing her glorious tits and grabbing them in both her hands. Morrigan ran her thumbs over Isabela's nipples, Isabela's breaths drawing out audibly.

"Tis difficult to believe in the maker, no man could craft something so divine." Morrigan punctuating by putting her mouth over one of Isabela's nipples experimentally, flicking her tongue and sucking.

Isabela sucked in a breath and exhaled shuddering.
"I've always thought- ah- Andraste must have had the juiciest pussy."

Morrigan giggled around a stiff nipple.

"Maybe, I could get behind the chant if that were the case."

They went on like this for a while, toying with each other. Isabela tore Morrigan's excuse for a top and went to town on the witch's nipples. Morrigan crept a hand to Isabela's backside and gripped and smacked. Then Isabela shoved her wicked fingers down the front of Morrigan's skirt.

Morrigan was not wearing knickers, why bother dressing up to be a crow!

Isabela deftly caresses around Morrigan's pussy. Teasing a knuckle against her clit, pressing a fingerpad against her her cunt, while she keens against the pirate. Isabela swifly drops to her knees and dives under Morrigan's skirt. She uses her thumb and forefinger to pinch Morrigan's clitoral hood and flattens her tongue against the witch's clit.

Isabela starts broad strokes of her tongue from Morrigan's clit to cunt, clit to cunt, pointing her tongue slightly to enter Morrigan's cunt on each traverse. Morrigan has worked her hands back into Isabela's hair and is holding Isabela right right where she wants the pirate, her hips locked canted towards Isabela's face, moaning.

Isabela flicks her tongue on Morrigan's clit in crafty quick succession, distracting the witch, then she digs her nails into Morrigan's hips, pulls that blasted skirt off and falls onto her haunches, bringing the witch with her. Isabela slips back to lay on the cobblestones, grasping Morrigan as she hovers over Isabela's midsection, confused, pussy glittering.

"Well, I'm certainly pleased to learn you have a sweet thing too." Morrigan gawks down at her. She makes quite the sight, tits rolled either side, eyebrows waggling and Morrigan's slick adorning her foolish grin.

The pirate sits up a little, pulling Morrigan's hips forward and starts kissing Morrigan's pussy, working her tongue on Morrigan's clit again.

"Come up here, kitten." Isabela winks, pulling Morrigan to slot her cunt right onto Isabela's mouth. She garbles incoherently, as Isabela guides her hips to ride Isabela's face. Isabela swirls saliva in the back of her mouth and presses the wet out with the next slide of her tongue down Morrigan's slit. Isabela starts humming into Morrigan's clit with each slide of pussy, folds, lips on tongue. Morrigan is shaking over her, voice breaking in every moan.

Isabela smiles and doubles down, sucking and flicking relentlessly on Morrigan's clit, and finally moving her hand to slide two dextrous fingers into Morrigan's delicious cunt. Isabela angles her fingers up and forwards and fucks into Morrigan at a breakneck speed.

Keening, Morrigan comes on Isabela's face and fingers, dripping down Isabela's wrist as she fucks Morrigan through each pulsation. Only when Morrigan is jerking about from oversensitivity does she stop and pull away, meeting Morrigan's eyes. Morrigan launches to grab Isabela's hand, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, no, captain. I am far from finished with you."

Isabela grins and smacks her on the ass.

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