“Yes! Oh Maker, yes. Come here!” He grabbed her and began fervently removing the rest of her clothing, tossing her pants and her undergarments aside. She giggled and joined into the haste, ripping his pants from his hips.
~~~~~
Morrigan and Leliana fell onto their backs they laughed so hard.
“Did you hear her yelp?” Leliana spluttered.
“’Tis a wonder the darkspawn didn’t come calling,” Morrigan replied.
They wiped tears from their eyes and sat up. Morrigan cradled the doll gently in her lap and winked at Leliana. “And now the fun really begins.”
~~~~~
Elissa sighed against Alistair’s lips as his hands roamed her naked body, touching upon favourite points, the curve of her hip, the dip at her waist, the side of her breasts. His thumb brushed across her nipple and she gasped at the jolt she felt in her centre. His mouth traveled downwards and he kissed her other breast, his tongue flicking over the hardened tip.
Her hands roamed in the opposite direction, from his chest down over his ribs, the hard muscles of his abdomen, the bones of his hips and lower, his groin, where she tickled his thighs teasingly before closing her fingers around him and stroking softly, firmly. He nudged her thighs apart with his knee and settled between her legs, and she guided him into herself, both of them sighing with pleasure and relief as he slid within her and their hips joined. He drew back and forward again, gentle thrusts she met with a rise of her hips. Their lips met, their tongues brushed and she placed her fingers at the back of his hips, pressing him forward as she lifted her knees, hugging him to herself as they caught each other’s rhythm.
Alistair drew back as though to rock forward again, but stopped as if suspended above her. Elissa opened her eyes and saw him poised above her, his weight supported by his arms, which trembled. She lifted her hips toward him, encouraging him to slip between her thighs again, but he held firm, his arms shaking. “Stop, you’re torturing me, please,” she breathed, her fingers pulling at the back of his hips, her body aching to be joined with his again.
He complied and she nearly yelled with the pleasure of him entering her again until he began rock back and forth with wild abandon, a rhythm she couldn’t match, their hips bumping and rocking as he thrust himself at her over and again as if possessed.
Re: Voodoo 3/5
anonymous
November 17 2010, 05:53:15 UTC
I love this conspiratorial interaction between Morrigan and Leliana. Usually, I find any kind of friendly!Morrigan or girltalk!Morrigan to be grossly OOC, but this reminds me of the dialogue between Columbia and Magenia during "Creature of the Night" in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
~~~~~
Morrigan and Leliana fell onto their backs they laughed so hard.
“Did you hear her yelp?” Leliana spluttered.
“’Tis a wonder the darkspawn didn’t come calling,” Morrigan replied.
They wiped tears from their eyes and sat up. Morrigan cradled the doll gently in her lap and winked at Leliana. “And now the fun really begins.”
~~~~~
Elissa sighed against Alistair’s lips as his hands roamed her naked body, touching upon favourite points, the curve of her hip, the dip at her waist, the side of her breasts. His thumb brushed across her nipple and she gasped at the jolt she felt in her centre. His mouth traveled downwards and he kissed her other breast, his tongue flicking over the hardened tip.
Her hands roamed in the opposite direction, from his chest down over his ribs, the hard muscles of his abdomen, the bones of his hips and lower, his groin, where she tickled his thighs teasingly before closing her fingers around him and stroking softly, firmly.
He nudged her thighs apart with his knee and settled between her legs, and she guided him into herself, both of them sighing with pleasure and relief as he slid within her and their hips joined. He drew back and forward again, gentle thrusts she met with a rise of her hips. Their lips met, their tongues brushed and she placed her fingers at the back of his hips, pressing him forward as she lifted her knees, hugging him to herself as they caught each other’s rhythm.
Alistair drew back as though to rock forward again, but stopped as if suspended above her. Elissa opened her eyes and saw him poised above her, his weight supported by his arms, which trembled. She lifted her hips toward him, encouraging him to slip between her thighs again, but he held firm, his arms shaking. “Stop, you’re torturing me, please,” she breathed, her fingers pulling at the back of his hips, her body aching to be joined with his again.
He complied and she nearly yelled with the pleasure of him entering her again until he began rock back and forth with wild abandon, a rhythm she couldn’t match, their hips bumping and rocking as he thrust himself at her over and again as if possessed.
“Slow down, stop, Alistair, what are you doing?”
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