When Fate Summons (a Dragon Age fanfiction)

Make Me Lose Control

When Thora and Alistair exited the tent, the illusion disappeared, and they were left with the twisted, surreal landscape of the Fade. Thora looked around, grimacing. "You people really come here when you dream? No wonder you're all so prone to nightmares."

"It's not always like this," he said, sulking. "In fact, it was much, much nicer just a few minutes ago."

"Is there some point at which we're going to get past this?" she asked, sighing in frustration. "Because if there is, maybe we could just get there."

"Always so easy for you, isn't it? Shut off your feelings, just like that. Duty, duty, duty. Has it never occurred to you that there might be more than that, if you'd just sodding bend a little?"

"No! Because there isn't. Not and keep our honor."

"You know, I feel quite honorable. I've been honorable till I've choked on it." As he said it, Alistair realized how true it was. How many years of his shortened life had he given to an increasingly loveless marriage, to a woman who didn't trust him and, despite his best efforts, didn't even seem to like him? Savagely, he snapped, "You can leave my honor out of it, thank you."

"Fine! My honor, then." Thora rounded on him, mouth open to yell at him again, when a soft, purring voice came from the hillock to her left.

"Such a shame. Desire denied turns to anger, you know. But there is a way to resolve that." The horned purple creature sauntered toward them, the tassels attached to her breasts swaying. "I didn't bring you here to watch you fight. Such beautiful passion going completely to waste."

"Honestly," Thora groaned, "all I want is to find my daughter and go home where everything is nice and uncomplicated."

"But that's not really all you want, is it? And you were doing so well," the desire demon pouted. "In that tent, together. I was quite moved," she said, her hands stroking down her own body. As they moved between her legs, she threw her head back, catching her lower lip in her teeth.

"Eww," Thora said, fighting the desire the demon emanated, but Alistair's face was flushed and he licked his lips, watching as the demon fondled herself. "Hey! Snap out of it." She smacked him on the arm.

He shrugged, looking only a little abashed. His blood still pulsed wildly in his veins as he remembered the feel of Thora's body against him, and it was nearly impossible to think of anything other than the throbbing that clamored for release.

"If you leave a man's passions rampant," the desire demon whispered, moving her hips around in a little circle, "you run the risk that those passions may turn elsewhere." She sauntered toward Alistair, tracing a single finger down his armor-clad chest, purring as a small moan escaped him.

"Can we just fight now?" Thora snapped impatiently.

"Fight? Is that what you truly desire?" The demon sashayed toward Thora now. She leaned her head down, cooing in Thora's ear. "Let yourself admit to what you want." Thora felt the wave of desire wash over her with the demon's breath. She swallowed, trying to think of supply inventories, Orzammar legal code, Dorothea—anything unpleasant enough to get her mind off the the enchanted arousal the demon was generating and her own desperate desire to rip the armor off the all-too-willing man she loved.

"You overestimate yourself, demon," she said at last, with difficulty. "Women—and demons—don't interest me."

"I know what does interest you," the demon said.

"Do you think it would mean anything if it came from you?" Thora stood to her full height, which was still significantly shorter than that of the demon, and glared.

The demon rolled her eyes. "Very well. If this is what you wish," and she snapped her fingers. Three rage demons rose from the ground around Thora, and she drew her blades, slashing out at them, panting with the effort. When the first one exploded, sparks flying, Thora felt the pain as one of the others burned through the back of her armor. It was then that she realized she was alone in the fight. Looking around, she saw Alistair with his arms around the desire demon as she writhed against him, her mouth at his neck.

That man has the self-control of a nug, Thora thought, grinding her teeth, torn between her irritation at how easily he was allowing himself to be affected and her longing to push the demon aside and have it be her own actions putting that look on his face. Despite the searing pain in her back, Thora struck out at the rage demons in a whirlwind, taking one out. She caught the other with her dagger, finishing him off, then went up behind the desire demon, shoving the dagger between her ribs and twisting it. The desire demon screamed, arching backwards in pain, before collapsing to the ground.

Alistair cleared his throat, looking shame-faced. "Well, what took you so long? I was ... keeping her distracted."

"Is that what you were doing?" Thora asked, feeling somewhat amused now that the fighting was over. "Because it looked like ..."

"This?" he said, and he reached out, catching her by the arms before she could move, and lifted her to him. The endless sensual onslaughts of the night were too much, finally. Thora wound her arms around his neck, returning his kiss feverishly ...

And in separate tents in the camp, two very frustrated people woke up in sweaty tangles of blankets, alone. Thora groaned, curling up on her side. It was going to be a long campaign. Alistair folded his arms above his head, staring up at the tent pole and looking determined.