I was always embarrassed by the curvaceous direction of love cut-scenes in Dragon Age: Origins - probably the only significant lack of a great game, especially considering the variety of options. Giving free rein to fantasy, I took hold of the pen and decided to portray it as I imagined it. Game dialogues are intentionally slightly modified.

It was a long day, and the Guardian was not so happy for a long time about the view of the broken camp. The camp meant warmth, peace and good rest - and the rest was very helpful, considering what they had to go through today. His right shoulder felt badly, after some particularly zealous garlock struck him with his club, and the Guardian had no doubt that the others didn’t feel any better. The exception was, perhaps, Leliana - she did not get involved in hand-to-hand fighting, shooting enemies from a bow. He cast a quick glance at her. Yes, according to the movements of the girl, it was unlikely that she would suffer in a fight. And yet it is worth talking to her.

The guard was not inclined to lie to himself - he was well aware that his interest in his companion had long since ceased to be purely comradely, and she seemed to respond to him in return. But the matter has not reached further than intimate conversations and kisses, and the formidable fighter with Mohr, who is generally not inclined to platonic relations, did not want to rush things, remembering what memories the girl should have remained after the conclusion of Orlesian prison and close communication with the local guards. Regarding her past relationship with Marjoline, the Guardian, moreover, did not build any illusions - but that did not concern him. Everyone has the right to choose what is good for him - he firmly believed in it. Since Leliana was good to her, that was her business. It is important that now Marjolayn lies in an unmarked grave somewhere in the Denerim cemetery.

To his surprise, Leliana spoke first.

“You know what I was thinking now?” - she began. - A lot of time has passed since I left Löthering. Coming out of the abbey, I did not know where my path would lead. But I went where my eyes were, and the Creator rewarded me for my faith. I found you.

This was even more unexpected. If numerous adventures had not taught the Guardian to keep the stone equanimity under any circumstances, he could be in a rather stupid position. But the experience took its toll, and in the usual humorous manner he inquired:

“So the Creator is now the divine pimp?”

“Something like that,” Leliana smiled. “He wishes his children happiness ... And why would he create the capacity for love in us if he did not give him the opportunity to find it?”

“For love? ...” the Guardian drawled. The conversation became more and more interesting.

- Yes, I'm about love. About that all-conquering and beautiful feeling, in which everyone can get bogged down one day ... like in caramel pudding ...

“Not the most obvious, but very colorful comparison,” the Guardian paid tribute to her poetic talent.

“Thank you,” the girl said. - Oh, you should know what amazing stories about puddings I heard ... Perhaps we could go to my tent, where I would tell them to you ...

“How can I refuse ... uh ... talk about pudding?" - Stretched his hands Guard.

- Well, fine. Then we will not test my patience.

Leliana headed for her tent, and the Guardian followed her. Their maneuvers did not escape the watchful eye of Zevran, who was on guard. He met his eyes with the Guardian, grinned and winked at him. The guard made a terrible grimace, and the elf covered his face with his hands in mock horror.

...The undoubted merit of the dolis armor was how easy it was to get rid of them. To unbutton a pair of straps holding the shoulder pads, a few hooks connecting the breastplate on the back and the waist belt, the demanding person needed a few seconds - and the skill of Leliana was not to occupy. Less than a few moments, as she got rid of light leather armor and appeared before the Guardian in its pristine beauty.

“I think I look younger than my years,” Leliana somehow dropped in a conversation with Winn. The Guardian was never interested in her exact age, but Leliana’s body was the body of a blooming young girl. Strong, full breasts with defiantly protruding nipples, a tucked up belly, moderately wide hips, tender skin, and close untouched by fading - the Guardian managed to note all this before Leliana stepped forward, threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

They had kissed before, but for the first time there was so much passion on the part of Leliana. “But, perhaps, Zevran is right - the Guardian thought. - Surely she, accustomed to a completely different life in Orlais, was given two years in the abbey, when she constantly had to contend with the call of the flesh. Sooner or later it had to break out, so, in a sense, I was just lucky to be close at the right moment. ”

This thought vanished as quickly as it appeared, as soon as Leliana dragged him along to a warm embroidered blanket spread out on the floor of the tent. Her hand slid down the Guardian’s stomach and guided him to exactly where he was most needed. Leliana just screamed when he entered her, and, slowly, at first, began to move.

The guard gradually increased the tempo, and soon short hoarse moans began to fall from Leliana’s lips. Strong muscles, faster and faster, threw the trained body back and forth, Leliana, no longer hiding, moaned into her voice and clasped his lower back with her legs, and he was still as tireless as at the beginning. When, from the eyes of his mistress covered with pleasure, he realized that she was about to reach a peak, the Guardian accelerated to the limit and, locking a cry ready to escape, clung to her mouth.

The orgasm was surprisingly strong and long - two years of abstinence in the abbey were clearly not in vain for Leliana. When the muscles of her vagina stopped to rhythmically shrink and she took a deep breath, the Guardian finally pulled away from her lips and gently came out of the hot bosom of the girl. His "brother" was still on full alert. The endurance of the Guardian was the subject of his legitimate pride, and more than once it came in handy. This was exactly the case - the first time obviously did not exhaust Leliana’s passion, and now she, slyly squinting, smiled at her lover:

“How selfish I am,” she drawled, squinting her eyes, “I think only of my desire ... Nothing, dear, now I will please you.” You will learn how we do it in Orlais ...

The guard didn’t have to think long, which meant "this." With a light push with both palms, the red-haired beauty overturned him on his back, climbed on all fours, and her charming face approached the defiantly sticking member of the Guardian, wet from her own juices. Dexterous fingers ran along the trunk and grasped it at the base, and a moment later the plump lips touched the head, and the bard girl earned earnestly with the tongue. The Guardian noisily sucked in the air. Oh yes, in Orlais they clearly succeeded in the art of a blowjob - it was not without reason that it was believed that Tedas was responsible for his appearances to Orlesians. Leliana’s fingers quickly rolled up and down the tense penis, and the skillful work of the lips and tongue slowly but surely lifted the happy penis to the top of bliss. Unable to resist the desire, the Warden raised himself on his left elbow, and launched his right hand into the thick red hair of the girl. Leliana, obeying his movements, began vigorously pushing her mouth onto a hard member. The excited Guardian increased the amplitude of his movements, and the result did not take long to wait - with a brief, indistinct exclamation, he jerked, pressing Leliana’s head to his groin and poured out the girl’s mouth.Hot jet struck the red-haired beauty in the throat, she choked, but did not unlock the tight ring of lips and began to greedily swallow the deflated.

“Delicious,” at the same time, she just smiled, embarrassed, catching the watchful eye of the Guardian. “You know, I almost forgot what it is.” I have not had anyone like you for a long time ...

Once again, running her fingers along the still-falling member, Leliana licked a belated drop from its tip and slid forward.

- I hope it's not all? She asked, hovering over the serene face of the Guardian.

“You hurt me, honey,” the Guardian replied. “But you have to help me a little.”

“Whatever you want,” Leliana replied and bent slightly. Now her nipples are tickled by the broad chest of the Guardian. He reached out to them with his hands and squeezed lightly at first one, then the other elastic hemisphere. The girl leaned closer to her lover and leaned forward a bit, so that her beautiful breasts were right in front of the Guardian's face. He did not hesitate to seize the moment and immediately put his lips to one of her nipples, and then bit him slightly. Leliana moaned and stretched her lips to the lobe of his ear. The guard continued to caress her breasts with one hand, while the other, stroking her flat tummy, gradually went to the swollen cherry of the clitoris. Leliana's breathing quickened, her sensual body twisted under the insistent caresses of the Guardian. After a while, the Guardian penetrated one and then two fingers into Leliana’s already developed vagina. The girl was already flowing and, with a grateful groan, began to sit down on the Guardian’s fingers. Of course, they could not compete with its natural organ with its size, but they took it with skill. When Leliana had already started to bite her lip, so that exclamations of passion would not wake up the whole camp, the Guardian felt that his boyfriend was firm again, like flint. Discovered this and red beauty. Her thin fingers quickly felt the male pride of the Guardian, and a moment later, Leliana straightened, being on her lover's horse, and abruptly impaled on an excited member. Girlish bosom with a wet sound took in a tight flesh, and Leliana began to jump. Big, beautiful breasts jumped up in time to the movements of the girl, and hoarse breathing testified that she could hardly withstand such a pace for a long time. The guard held his palms across his wide thighs, then rose higher and squeezed the appetizing buttocks with force. Leliana screamed in a throat, bent over her back and began to cum again. None of the two of them knew how long it lasted, but the moment came when the bard from Orlai groaned deafly and fell powerlessly on the Guardian’s chest.

Leliana's red hair pleasantly tickled her nostrils. The guardian sucked in their sweet smell — the smell of the field of Felden flowers, the very ones with white petals and golden mean. He loved this smell, loved this girl, loved this night - at that moment he was ready to love (of course, not physically) even Zevran, who, no doubt, strolls outside and listens with envy to all sounds coming from their tents. Well, he will have something to listen to ...

A couple of hours later, the Guard lay on his back and melancholically examined the canvas ceiling. He could not sleep - his shoulder hurt even worse than before, and in addition began to swell. But now he would not move, even if the pain was ten times stronger - on his shoulder rested the head of Leliana, who was fast asleep. With his right hand he was hugging a girl, his left clutching a narrow palm that lay on his chest. Leliana whispered something and stirred on his arm, the Guardian hissed softly. Tomorrow you have to turn to Winn. Although no - the old woman will again begin her soul-saving conversations. But does it really matter? He squinted at the serene face of the sleeping girl. Her eyelids tremble a little.

“And she also tells me about my eyelashes,” thought the Gray Warden and smiled to himself.