Chapter 25 - A Different Sort of Fun
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Ever woken up with five, naked, beautiful women before? I hadn't, and I could only pinch myself as I looked across all five of them. Lyna was still spooned against me, Leliana having turned over during the night to spoon Solona. I managed to hold back the chuckle, noticing Brosca and Sereda were spooning on the other side of Lyna.
I had my usual morning erection, and tried moving, but Lyna must have been half awake at least. "No, it's okay," she whispered, "I like the feel of it against me. I'm already thinking about it being inside me."
"Okay," I whispered in return, and tightened my hold on her. I'll admit, it was a little weird cuddling with an elf, knowing how fractured the relations were between our people.
"Ragnar?" she whispered.
"Hmmm."
"I'm not ready just yet. But I will be very soon."
"Whenever you want, just let me know."
"When we do, we'll be alone, yes?"
"Of course. Last night was... different than usual. Caught up in the moment. It's happened once or twice."
"You've had a lot of sex?"
"I've lost count over the past few weeks. Ever since... well, the start of this expedition really."
"You're a lucky man."
"Definitely. I thank the gods nearly every day."
I felt Leliana cuddle into me a few minutes later, suggesting she was awake, Solona actually leaning over her to kiss my cheek for good measure. The two dwarves eventually woke up too. "So, we all fucking or what?" Brosca wondered. There was much laughter, as we all knew Brosca told it how it was. That's why we all loved her.
"The things I sometimes imagine, Natia. Lyna is absolutely right, I'm a very lucky man."
"And we are five lucky women," Leliana replied, "Though I think it might be best if we all got dressed. We have werewolves to deal with."
I watched the four of them get up and leave my tent without clothing, hearing Cerys exclaim, "Seriously? Fucking hell, Ragnar!" She then popped her head in to see Lyna beside me. "Fuck me, another one?"
"I can't help it if I'm desirable."
She had no argument to that. "The Gods gave you charm, looks and a big dick. What the hell do you lack?"
"The will to say no."
Cerys cracked up in laughter, agreeing completely with that statement. She left Lyna and I alone, as she wriggled her butt against me again. "Keep doing that, and I might do something."
"Sorry, it just feels really... big."
"Don't apologise. It'll hopefully go down soon though."
She flipped on her other side to look at me, eventually leaning forward so we could share another kiss. "I never thought, in a million years, I'd ever be like this with a human. Have you been with an elf before?"
"I have," I said, unable to hide the sadness. She picked up on it immediately, her face falling, so I continued. "Her name was Iona. I only met her the once. We really hit it off, and we fell into bed together within one night of meeting. She was beautiful. I had hopes we could continue to see each other afterwards."
"What happened?"
"The castle where I lived was attacked. I tried to protect her, but she was killed. I've lived with that every day since. And that hurts, because I really did like her too." Lyna cuddled into me, and I just held her a little closer. "You'll always be safe with me," I said, almost to reassure myself, "I gave the same vow to the other four, so I give it to you too, Lyna."
"Quite the vow," she said quietly.
"Not one taken lightly. But I think we already share something..."
She stroked my cheek and kissed me again. "We definitely do."
"So therefore I will make that same vow without hesitation."
She kissed me again, and before things got too steamy to stop, I suggested we best get up and ready to move. By the time we were seated by the fire, nearly everyone was up and about. Cerys just looked at me, shaking her head, as did Morrigan, surprised she found it amusing. Wynne just gave me a wink and a smile.
Packing up camp after breakfast, we decided to leave all our gear at the entrance to their lair, only taking what we absolutely required, which was our weapons and that's about it. Whatever the werewolves were, the one word I would use to describe them is prepared. It was a long and very bloody fight the lower into the ruins we delved. And the further down we travelled, the more ferocious the response.
It took a long time for the werewolves to effectively wave the white flag. I didn't want to kill any of them. I had half hoped we'd end this amicably, and although I believed Zathrian, I knew being a werewolf was a curse, so had half hoped I could actually help the werewolves. But when we ran into demons within the lair, that's when we knew the Veil was truly thin, and that someone was responsible. But who? I'm sure I wasn't the only one raising that question.
After at least a few hours of fighting, leaving a trail of dead bodies behind us, and we'd taken our fair share of licks in return, we reached a point where the werewolves finally wanted to talk. Asking us to parley, I agreed immediately, asking everyone to sheathe their weapons. There were a couple of mutters about me being stupid, but I ignored them. The fact they were willing to speak suggested this could all end peacefully.