Chapter 2 - Ferelden Days

Chapter 2: 

The Campfire flames danced high in to the night as the crickets chirped. The rest of the camp was silent, asleep following a long battle outside of Ostragar. While most slept however, Ashlynn, a Dalish Elf turned Grey Warden, was relaxing her own way, with the help of Leliana.

“Umm, your tongue is amazing, Leliana.” Moaned Ashlynn.

Leliana lifted her head from Ashlynn’s dripping wet pussy and smiled.

“Thank you, Warden.” 

Leliana lowered her head back to Ashlynn’s cunt. She drew her tongue across her wet folds and up to Ashlynn’s clit. Ash felt her body tense up and her back arched up. Leliana drove two fingers in to The Warden’s pussy.

“FFUUUUCCCKKK!!!!” cried out Ashlynn. 

Her cries of pleasure echoed across the camp but disturbed no one. The rest of The Warden’s party was used to Ashlynn’s various noises. After battle, she was always filled with excess energy that one or more of her companions were more than willing to help her work off. 

Leliana pumped her fingers faster and faster in to Ash’s cunt. She arched them up and rubbed Ash’s G-spot. Ashlynn began to quake under Leliana’s touch. The young Rogue knew just what it took to pleasure The Warden, which made her the frequent nighttime visitor of Ash’s needs. 

Ash’s pussy leaked out, covering Leliana’s fingers as she slammed her hand in and out. Ashlynn knew she was close. Her body shook and her breathing became labored. 

“Close…gonna cum…sssshhhhhhhiiiiitttttt!!” Ashlynn screamed out, disturbing some birds form a nearby tree.

Ash’s back violently arched up and she released a torrent of cum right on to Leliana’s hand and face. Leliana lapped up the cum as fast as Ash could produce it.  Ash was in heaven, her body twisted and turned. 

Coming down from her orgasm, Ash curled in to a ball as she tried to catch her breath. Leliana moved up and wrapped her arms around her shaking Warden. Ash clutched her hand as her breathing returned to normal. Leliana moved the stray strands of hair from Ash’s sweat covered brow and kissed her neck.

“Was that good, my sweet?” asked Leliana.

“Amazing.” Ash turned and kissed Leliana.

“Are you two quite done for one evening?” called out Morrigan, from across the camp, in her usual annoyed tone. 

Looking in to each others eyes, Ash and Leliana giggled like young girls before drifting off to sleep, spent from the day and night. 


The next morning, The Warden and her companions finished their breakfasts and dressed in their armors. Ashlynn and Leliana stole glances, their eyes lingered over each other’s supple bodies. When caught, each would giggle and continue to dress. Their constant giggling was beginning to wear on Morrigan’s last nerve.

“What do we have on tap for today?” interrupted Morrigan. 

“We have rumors of Darkspawn near Orzammar. I thought we would investigate.” Said Ashlynn, sheathing her sword. 

“Fine then.” Morrigan turned on her heel and started to walk away. 

“Morrigan?” called Ashlynn, causing her to stop suddenly.

“Yes?” the Witch called back.

“Are we going to have a problem?” 

“Of course not, Warden.” 

Ashlynn grinned and watched Morrigan walk away. She mused over The Witch’s curves and her flimsy coverings she called armor. Under her leather armor, Ashlynn could feel her panties moisten. 

Without warning, the collective eyes of the camp shot skyward as there was a huge crack of thunder. Ashlynn watched as what looked like a star shot across the sky but it couldn’t be a star. It was far too low and slowing down. 

“What was that?” asked Alistar.

“No idea, a fallen star?” questioned Leliana.

“Hardly, I doubt stars rapidly decelerate.” Quipped Morrigan.

“I think can see where it landed.” Called Zevran, high in a tree.

“Gear up, we’re moving out.” Ordered Ashlynn. 


Ashlynn pushed her way through the brush on her way to the crash site. Behind her followed Morrigan, Leliana and Zevran. Alistar had taken a second group to move around the flank.  

“How much further, Zevran?” asked Ashlynn. 

“Should be just ahead, my sweet.” 

Ashlynn looked back and smiled. “My bed has been missing Zevran.” Thought Ash.

The group pushed through to the clearing. Ash drew her sword and readied for whatever may come. Could this be a new trick from The Darkspawn? A thousand thoughts swirled in Ashlynn’s head as she pushed through but what she found stopped her cold.

“By The Maker?” gasped Ashlynn.


“Maker…Maker…OH MAKER!!!!” cried out Isabela.

The young Pirate writhed on the satin sheets of Hawke’s bed as Garrett Hawke, The Champion of Kirkwall, expertly pounded in and out of her tight pussy. Isabela wrapped her long tanned legs around Hawke’s waist. Hawke placed one hand on her hips and the other started to message Bella’s ample breasts. Isabela loved the feel of Hawke’s rough, battle warn hands on her soft skin. 

Hawke was a brute in very sense. Isabela loved watching him slaughter his way through his enemies only to take her to his bed after. His thick cock was unlike anything she had ever had. He pleasured her in ways she had only dreamt of at night on the high seas. 

“Maker, your pussy is incredible, Bella” grunted Hawke, slamming harder and harder in to Isabela’s cunt. 

Bella dug her nails in to Hawke’s broad shoulders as The Champion hunched over her. Hawke dropped his head and took one of Bella’s painfully erect nipples in to his mouth. She shook with pleasure on his warm lips. Isabela wrapped her hand in to Hawke’s scruffy hair. She pulled Hawke’s head up and their lips met in a passionate embrace. 

Hawke moved back and kissed down her neck, tasting her sweat. Bella’s eyes rolled back as her back arched. Even in her haze, Isabela’s eyes were drawn to a slight movement by the bedroom door. A sly grin crossed her lips; she knew they were being watched by another Hawke.

Bethany Hawke hid in the doorway to her brother’s room watching Garrett and Isabela make savage love. Her breast rose up and down in deep breaths as she watched her brother drive his enormous cock in and out of Bella’s wet cunt.  Dispite herself, Bethany’s cunt was dripping wet. She moved her hand under her tunic and found her sex. Licking her lips, The Mage found her clit and rubbed watching the pair displayed in front of her. The taboo of watching her own brother fuck her friend was driving her insane, even more that she wished that she was in her position.

“You wanton slut.” Thought Isabela, watching Bethany in the door way. “Harder” moaned Bella in to Hawke’s ear.

“Harder?” questioned Hawke with a smile.

“FUCK ME HARDER!!!” screamed Isabela as she pulled Hawke’s hair. 

Hawke pushed Bella roughly down on the bed and placed his hand on her throat. Bella groaned as she felt his grip tighten around her neck. Hawke knew what The Pirate wench liked: dirty, nasty, rough sex. She loved to get fucked and Hawke was more than willing to give it to her.

“Come on, Cum on my cock as I stretch out that fucking tight cunt!” barked Hawke.

Isabela pulled The Champion deeper in to her pussy. Her cunt leaked out over his cock as he fucked her harder.

“FUCK!!” screamed out Isabela.

Her body shook as a powerful orgasm took hold of her. Bella quaked and her juices coated Hawke’s cock. The tight grip of Bella’s cunt and the force of her orgasm pushed Hawke over the edge.

“I’m Cumming!” grunted Hawke as his cock stiffened.

Hawke fired off his load, coating Isabela womb with his seed. Bella loved the feel of a fresh load in her pussy and having it delivered by a man like Hawke caused her to have another orgasm. Hawke wrapped Bella in his strong arms and kissed her deeply. 

In the hall, Bethany watched Isabella and Garrett cum; feeling her own orgasm rapidly approach. Maker, did she wish to feel her brother’s cock spread her pussy like that. Her cunt juice dripped over her fingers as her breathing quickened. That familiar swirl built to its climax. 

Bethany gasped as her own orgasm took hold. Her body quaked and her knees gave out on her sending the young Mage crashing to the floor. Bethany leaned against the door frame and dipped her head. She watched as a small pool of her cum formed on the floor below her. 

“Everything alright, Sunshine?” 

Bethany’s eyes went wide. She turned to find her brother’s friend Varric standing behind her. Quickly, she straightened her tunic and stood.

“Quite alright, Varric. Just took a small tumble is all.”

“Whatever you say, Sunshine.” Varric said with a laugh, “your brother in?”

“He’s… he’s in with Isabela right now.” Said Bethany, desperately trying to compose herself.

“Hey, Hawke. Get out here!” shouted Varric.

A moment later, Hawke emerged from the room dressed in a robe. He looked out in to the hall to find Varric smiling and Bethany flushed. He looked over his sister and noticed her clothing slightly askew. He shook it from his head and turned to Varric.

“What is it?” 

“Got word that there was some sort of crash out in the woods.”

“Crash?” questioned Hawke.

“Something from the sky. My contact couldn’t give me any more information than that. I think we should check it out, could be something to sell when all is said and done?” 

Hawke thought for a moment. It would be good to get out of the city as tensions were rising between The Templars and The Mages plus anything from the heavens would draw a healthy price on Varric’s markets. 

“Varric, talk to Bodahan and gather the supplies. Bethany, see to your armor, no telling what we’ll find out there. I’ll gather Isabela and my armor. Let’s get to work.” 

Varric headed for the stairs as Bethany took a look over her shoulder just in time to see Hawke drop his robe and walk over to a sleeping Isabela. Bethany licked her lips at the sight of her brother’s toned, firm backside. 

“Come along, Sunshine.” Called Varric, snapping Bethany back to reality. She scurried down the stairs behind the dwarf.