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Saved by a Dalish Beauty

This story takes place in the fantasy world of Dragon Age, and I do not claim ownership of said franchise nor any derivatives. This is purely a story for people to enjoy, nothing more. Also, I welcome constructive criticism, I want to get better t writing, but I can't do that without knowing my flaws and what I am doing right :)

Now,

Let's,

Begin.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Siarl Ó'Sioda was far away from his village, and was being pursued by three bandits. "I should have listened to my brother! He told me to take the Imperial Highway but nooo, I had to be adventurous and take the less beaten path!" he thought as he heard arrows wiz by his head.

He had lived in Val Foret his entire life, and at the age of 19, had decided to go to Val Royeaux to make his fortune. Even though Val Foret was situated right on the imperial highway (the stone road that connected Thedas together), Siarl had always loved adventure, so he wanted to travel though the forests. Now, that decision was paying off- for the bandits.

Siarl had always been a bit shorter than most men, he topped out 5'10" but has relatively stocky, a rarity in Orlais. He was part of rich family in Val Foret, and his family wanting show their wealth to the nobles in Val Royeaux, had bought him a fine green tunic with sleeves with gold sewn in, a leather chest piece, and long sword; None of which would be of any use to him in fighting off the bandits, him not being trained and all.

Siarl heard a loud *THUNK* and felt a horrible, piercing pain in upper shoulder blade, a thousand times worse than when he fell off the back of carriage when he was a toddler. He let out a loud scream and fell forward and heard footsteps approaching. "This is how I die, isn't it? Andraste please let the Maker have mercy!" I heard three people coming towards be from behind and, wait... someone is running towards him from the direction he had been running to. He heard whooshes unlike those of the arrows pass over him along with great heat, towards the bandits. The bandits screamed and went silent.

He heard a rustling in the leaves moving towards him. He turned his head to the side on which the movement had stopped, and saw two very white bare feet attached to long firm calves covered in chainmail and the butt of a mages staff tuck into the ground next to the feet. The owner of the calves, the person who had saved him, lowered their self into a squatting position. Tight, tall, yet full thighs also clad in mail attached to round, medium-narrow hips. She had on what looked like an under-outfit of skintight chainmail, covered by a traditional Dalish garment (the name of which escaped his mind at the moment) that looked like an Apron-Dress with the sides cut out, leaving only a side-less top and long loincloth. She has thin arms and stomach, with small but plump breasts. She has an adorable face, with cut lips, very large eyes, a short hairstyle, a small nose, elegant cheek bones and jaw, elven ears and face tattoos.

"Thank... you. Who... are y-" I begin to say, but am cut off. "I'm Merrill, no more questions, I'll heal you. Don't worry." She says and she lets out a soft smile and closes my eyes and I fall asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Siarl wakes up on a bed in the middle of a single room wattle hut with openings in the walls for windows and a larger opening for a door. There are no covers over any of the opening, cloth, wood, or glass. The roof is made of thatch and there is a post in the middle of the room. He notices he is naked except for a light sheep draped over his hips and privets.

He tried to get up and then the elven woman who saved him earlier walks in the door and rushes towards me "lie back down, you're not strong enough to walk yet" she says as she puts each of her hands on my shoulders and gentle lays me back down. "Where... am I? W-why did you save me?"

She sits down next to me on the bed, right next to my hip and places her hand closest to me on my thigh, which causes me to get harder and the back of my neck to heat up. "Your about 5 miles from where you fell, as for the second question, " she smiles, "I couldn't resist a man in distress, especially not one quite so good looking as you." My jaw quivers with the endorphins rushing through my blood. "W-w-what do you want of me?" I ask, hoping she will answer with what I think she is saying.

"I want you," she says "you, your mind, and," she moves her hand under the sheet covering now growing erection and grasps it gently, "I want you to fuck me." Before I can consent, the petite Dalish beauty tosses the sheet off me and holds my now rapidly stiffening cock up and suck gently on its head. Siarl's tosses his head back in pleasure; he sees how her cheeks indent as she creates a vacuum with her mouth on his now pulsing erection. With her free hand, she undoes her apron-dress and throws it to the side, showing the skin-tight chainmail that clings to her plump, perky tits. Her hand on my cock now begins to rub up and down, slowly caressing the pre-cum to the tip where she sucks it out and swallow it.

She begins twisting her hand as she sucks me off and then slowly thrust my cock deeper into her wet, vacuum mouth, her hand leading in front of her lips. With her other hand she caresses my balls, she then moves her body so as to see her ass better. The formfitting chainmail shows every last curve of her cute, tight butt. Her ass isn't the most beautiful sight though, as the petite elf lines up my cock and her mouth to deep throat me. She plunges down with her hand leading her mouth; she goes all the way to the root of my cock in one fluid movement, sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body. She leaves my cock in her through for a few seconds, letting her esophagus massage the last of the pre-cum out. Her throat is so tight, I almost cum.

She opens on large, beautiful eye and looks at me before raising her head up to the tip of my cock again to suck. I reach out one hand to touch her sexy, tight, peach like ass. The chainmail isn't that cold, or rough at all, it feels more like silk. I spank her slightly and she jilts forwards slightly as she sucks my cock and brings her head up and gives me a hand job while she looks at me, and speaks through pre-cum stained lips. "You like my ass?" I nod my head. She smiles, "then you'll love this."

She quickly swings herself so that she is kneeling right in front of my cock and facing away from me. She picks my hard cock up and brings it to her ass and pushes into her ass cleavage and squeezes her ass together with her hands and slowly moves up and down, making my grown with pleasure. She quickens the pace, her ass forming around my cock pressuring it to blow its load at any moment. Just as I am about to hit an orgasm, she stops, turns around and opens up the top of her outfit, revealing her full, proud breasts.

Lowers herself so that she lies on her stomach and my cock is in between her tits. She pushes them together with her hands and lowers her head down to suck on my cock. I am large enough to that shit can both tit-fuck me and give me a blowjob at the same time, which is the best I have ever felt in my life. Her breasts slosh as they hug and rub my cock, and her cute lips suck on the top one and a half inches of my cock. She sucks me harder, harder, and harder.

Eventually, I reach and orgasm. Her tits running my cum up and down the inside of my cock. I experience wave after wave of pleasure and joy, then she sucks the cum out of me. She sucks so hard, she sucks the cum out of me. I lay back, paralyzed. I look up and see that her cheeks are full of cum, even a little running out of her nose. She tilts her head back and swallows. "Delicious," she says as she moves to lie down next to me. They both fall asleep in each other's arms.This story takes place in the fantasy world of Dragon Age, and I do not claim ownership of said franchise nor any derivatives. This is purely a story for people to enjoy, nothing more. Also, I welcome constructive criticism, I want to get better t writing, but I can't do that without knowing my flaws and what I am doing right :)

Now,

Let's,

Begin.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Siarl Ó'Sioda was far away from his village, and was being pursued by three bandits. "I should have listened to my brother! He told me to take the Imperial Highway but nooo, I had to be adventurous and take the less beaten path!" he thought as he heard arrows wiz by his head.

He had lived in Val Foret his entire life, and at the age of 19, had decided to go to Val Royeaux to make his fortune. Even though Val Foret was situated right on the imperial highway (the stone road that connected Thedas together), Siarl had always loved adventure, so he wanted to travel though the forests. Now, that decision was paying off- for the bandits.

Siarl had always been a bit shorter than most men, he topped out 5'10" but has relatively stocky, a rarity in Orlais. He was part of rich family in Val Foret, and his family wanting show their wealth to the nobles in Val Royeaux, had bought him a fine green tunic with sleeves with gold sewn in, a leather chest piece, and long sword; None of which would be of any use to him in fighting off the bandits, him not being trained and all.

Siarl heard a loud *THUNK* and felt a horrible, piercing pain in upper shoulder blade, a thousand times worse than when he fell off the back of carriage when he was a toddler. He let out a loud scream and fell forward and heard footsteps approaching. "This is how I die, isn't it? Andraste please let the Maker have mercy!" I heard three people coming towards be from behind and, wait... someone is running towards him from the direction he had been running to. He heard whooshes unlike those of the arrows pass over him along with great heat, towards the bandits. The bandits screamed and went silent.

He heard a rustling in the leaves moving towards him. He turned his head to the side on which the movement had stopped, and saw two very white bare feet attached to long firm calves covered in chainmail and the butt of a mages staff tuck into the ground next to the feet. The owner of the calves, the person who had saved him, lowered their self into a squatting position. Tight, tall, yet full thighs also clad in mail attached to round, medium-narrow hips. She had on what looked like an under-outfit of skintight chainmail, covered by a traditional Dalish garment (the name of which escaped his mind at the moment) that looked like an Apron-Dress with the sides cut out, leaving only a side-less top and long loincloth. She has thin arms and stomach, with small but plump breasts. She has an adorable face, with cut lips, very large eyes, a short hairstyle, a small nose, elegant cheek bones and jaw, elven ears and face tattoos.

"Thank... you. Who... are y-" I begin to say, but am cut off. "I'm Merrill, no more questions, I'll heal you. Don't worry." She says and she lets out a soft smile and closes my eyes and I fall asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Siarl wakes up on a bed in the middle of a single room wattle hut with openings in the walls for windows and a larger opening for a door. There are no covers over any of the opening, cloth, wood, or glass. The roof is made of thatch and there is a post in the middle of the room. He notices he is naked except for a light sheep draped over his hips and privets.

He tried to get up and then the elven woman who saved him earlier walks in the door and rushes towards me "lie back down, you're not strong enough to walk yet" she says as she puts each of her hands on my shoulders and gentle lays me back down. "Where... am I? W-why did you save me?"

She sits down next to me on the bed, right next to my hip and places her hand closest to me on my thigh, which causes me to get harder and the back of my neck to heat up. "Your about 5 miles from where you fell, as for the second question, " she smiles, "I couldn't resist a man in distress, especially not one quite so good looking as you." My jaw quivers with the endorphins rushing through my blood. "W-w-what do you want of me?" I ask, hoping she will answer with what I think she is saying.

"I want you," she says "you, your mind, and," she moves her hand under the sheet covering now growing erection and grasps it gently, "I want you to fuck me." Before I can consent, the petite Dalish beauty tosses the sheet off me and holds my now rapidly stiffening cock up and suck gently on its head. Siarl's tosses his head back in pleasure; he sees how her cheeks indent as she creates a vacuum with her mouth on his now pulsing erection. With her free hand, she undoes her apron-dress and throws it to the side, showing the skin-tight chainmail that clings to her plump, perky tits. Her hand on my cock now begins to rub up and down, slowly caressing the pre-cum to the tip where she sucks it out and swallow it.

She begins twisting her hand as she sucks me off and then slowly thrust my cock deeper into her wet, vacuum mouth, her hand leading in front of her lips. With her other hand she caresses my balls, she then moves her body so as to see her ass better. The formfitting chainmail shows every last curve of her cute, tight butt. Her ass isn't the most beautiful sight though, as the petite elf lines up my cock and her mouth to deep throat me. She plunges down with her hand leading her mouth; she goes all the way to the root of my cock in one fluid movement, sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body. She leaves my cock in her through for a few seconds, letting her esophagus massage the last of the pre-cum out. Her throat is so tight, I almost cum.

She opens on large, beautiful eye and looks at me before raising her head up to the tip of my cock again to suck. I reach out one hand to touch her sexy, tight, peach like ass. The chainmail isn't that cold, or rough at all, it feels more like silk. I spank her slightly and she jilts forwards slightly as she sucks my cock and brings her head up and gives me a hand job while she looks at me, and speaks through pre-cum stained lips. "You like my ass?" I nod my head. She smiles, "then you'll love this."

She quickly swings herself so that she is kneeling right in front of my cock and facing away from me. She picks my hard cock up and brings it to her ass and pushes into her ass cleavage and squeezes her ass together with her hands and slowly moves up and down, making my grown with pleasure. She quickens the pace, her ass forming around my cock pressuring it to blow its load at any moment. Just as I am about to hit an orgasm, she stops, turns around and opens up the top of her outfit, revealing her full, proud breasts.

Lowers herself so that she lies on her stomach and my cock is in between her tits. She pushes them together with her hands and lowers her head down to suck on my cock. I am large enough to that shit can both tit-fuck me and give me a blowjob at the same time, which is the best I have ever felt in my life. Her breasts slosh as they hug and rub my cock, and her cute lips suck on the top one and a half inches of my cock. She sucks me harder, harder, and harder.

Eventually, I reach and orgasm. Her tits running my cum up and down the inside of my cock. I experience wave after wave of pleasure and joy, then she sucks the cum out of me. She sucks so hard, she sucks the cum out of me. I lay back, paralyzed. I look up and see that her cheeks are full of cum, even a little running out of her nose. She tilts her head back and swallows. "Delicious," she says as she moves to lie down next to me. They both fall asleep in each other's arms.

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Feb 2, 2018 in blowjob

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