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Agnes Aldwir decided to check in with her lover.
No, not simply lover.
Fiancé.
Before she could greet him, he spoke first. “Agi, dearest, please trust me. I must take you to the Necropolis before we confront Elgar’nan.”
Now?
Well.
To be quite honest, there’s no better time than now.
Because there might not be a later…
No.
There will be a later.
Agnes nodded, offering the anxious necromancer a reassuring smile. “I trust you, Emmrich.”
The grip on his knees loosened. “Thank you, dearest.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that of course I fucking trust him!!! I love him! However, he continued. “I ask that we leave at once. Your mother has already packed an overnight bag for you.”
Raising a shocked eyebrow, she blinked several times. “O-oh. Wow. Okay. Let’s go I guess?” She chuckled as he rose and embraced her tightly. “Emm?”
He swallowed thickly. “Yes, my love. We shall depart soon.” Giving her one more squeeze, he whispered against her temple, “I love you so very much, my darling. I swear, all will be explained when we reach the Necropolis.”
Ooooooooooooooooooooookay.
Now I’m nervous.
Shit.
***
Emmrich, as it turned out, not only contacted the Mourn Watch about the fight ahead but also organized for a specific section of the Necropolis to be cordoned off. Complete with armed guards. Well, damn. Alright. This is very serious business apparently. He led her to a chamber with an ornate sarcophagus in the center and motioned for her to sit on a bench in front of it.
Ever the gentleman, he waited until she was seated before joining her.
Agnes sighed. “Did we have to risk visiting the Necropolis?”
A small smile appeared briefly before he turned to her and answered, “I needed its subtler enchantments to detect what we must know.” Wait, WHAT?!?! He looked her over, gaze softening. “There’s no mark of the curse Solas left on you.” Thank fuck. Good idea, love! “Darling…I thought I’d lost you forever in the Fade.”
As if I would let that happen.
She smiled. “I’m fine, Emmrich. It’s all over.”
“Only because you had the presence of mind to push forward.” I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m the most stubborn fucker alive. “If things had gone differently…”
They didn’t.
There was no fucking way that was happening.
Not after everything.
Agnes raised an eyebrow, her smile morphing into a grin. “I still wouldn’t have let them keep us apart.”
I had to get back to you.
To you and Mum.
The two most important people in my life.
Emmrich sighed. “My love, you are the most remarkable person I’ve ever known.”
Her cheeks flushed pink at his compliment. I never know what to say when he says shit like that. “Thank you” seems so trite and inadequate. But maybe… Standing, she offered him a hand. “I did have someone to come back to.”
He rose, his hand holding hers. His eyes, always so expressive, were filling with tears.
Oh, love…
Her free hand cupped his freshly shaven cheek.
I’m here.
Let me show you, my beautiful man.
Her heart skipped a beat as her lips found his in a slow, gentle kiss. Reminds me of our first kiss. Oh Emm, I’ll never leave you again. I promise. He pulled away first, eyes pouring into hers. After a moment, Emmrich gently walked her backwards until her behind collided with the sarcophagus.
This is all very moving, very sexy…but first!!!
“Love, please tell me we’re not about to fuck in some random person’s tomb.” She laughed nervously, hand still on his cheek.
His eyes widened, mouth agape. “I…Darling…Of course it’s mine! And we’re not going to fuck, dear. We’re going to make lo—”
She silenced him with a kiss and then giggled, beginning to disrobe. “Mhmm, making love in your…” Wait a minute. I have a great idea. Humming softly as she unhooked her bra, she smiled. “Could I change my mind about what’s done with my body in case I die? Could I be with you? Or even better!” Time to ramble I guess! “Could we be posed like we’re cuddling or something in the sarcophagus? Is that allowed?”
When she next glanced at him, he was shirtless, cock straining in his trousers, and once again, staring at her eyes wide. “You choose the most extraordinary moments not only for compliments, my love, but also for making funerary arrangements.” Blinking a few times, he shook his head and smiled warmly. “To answer your question: yes, it is possible, if that is your desire. I would be honored to spend eternity with you, my dear.” Emmrich breathed a happy sigh, stepping out of his smalls and trousers. “How very romantic!”
Divested of her Dalish Wraps, she leaned against the sarcophagus, the marble cool against her plush behind. “I try,” she giggled, beckoning him with the curl of a finger. “And I daresay sometimes I think I succeed.”
“Your penchant for understatement continues to amuse and delight me, darling.” He purred, slotting himself between her long legs, and wrapped his arms around her, hands settling on her wide, soft hips. Dipping his head into the crook of her neck, he kissed her there, quickly finding her pulse point. “My future bride, let me show you but a taste of what our wedding night shall be.”
One of her hands found its way to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. A gasp escaped her as she rolled her hips. “Why, are you planning on bringing me back here? We get married, and you whisk me away to our sar—oh!” He just pinched my hip! And now my ass! “Emmrich!”
He growled into her neck. “Tease. Temptress. You know precisely what I mean.” His other hand gripped his cock, the tip of which he rubbed against her folds. “After vowing love eternal in front of our dear friends and family and a reception that will be the social event of the season in Nevarra, I will take you to our bed…” JUST GET INSIDE ME ALREADY!!! “And will have you until we are both sated.”
As he continued to tease her, Agnes suddenly remembered something rather important.
Wait, if I was in the Fade for weeks, then I haven’t had my potion.
Oh.
Yeah, I should say something.
She pressed a kiss to his still speaking mouth to silence him and smiled ruefully. “Hey love, I just realized I haven’t had my contraceptive potion in like what…three weeks, I think? So, um, I’m not sure what you want to do…” Agnes trailed off, brown eyes darting away from his gaze. “I mean, if we want to do it without my potion, I’m good with that. Just letting you know.” Stop talking. Stop! Fuck, I mean it’s true but stop talking.
Emmrich blinked, his lips forming the shape of an o. “I…Are you quite sure, my love? To play it by ear, so to speak?” The hand that was previously on her behind found its way to her chin, which was then tilted so that she had to face him. “Agi, why won’t you look at me?”
Shit.
Blushing furiously, she tried and failed to think of anything charming or intelligent to say. “Because you must think I’m mad for even suggesting it!”
She was genuinely shocked when he laughed. “Oh, dearest! Of course I think you’re positively mad, but I love you for it. It is one of your very best qualities---your enemies never see you coming, darling.” He then kissed her gently and lingered. “No potion? That is what you want?”
Listen to my heart. It will never lead me astray.
Heart says…
A soft growl escaped her as she kissed him passionately, tugging on his lower lip. “I never want to take that bloody potion ever again, Emm. Never again.” But still…it has to be said. “It’d be a hell of a story if we had a kid because of tonight.” Agnes chuckled and then kissed him again. “Wouldn’t that be so funny?”
Aw, he’s so cute when he’s trying not to laugh.
“M-my dear, while I’m sure you find it thoroughly amusing, we could be talking about our future child…or, if we are so blessed, children—”
Yeah that’s it, love. Try to be all serious.
Agnes rolled her eyes. “Well before all that, there needs to be fu—I mean, making love.” Wink. Don’t you groan, sir. You’re the one who insists on calling it that one hundred percent of the time. “Which is not happening…and frankly, I want it to be happening, Emmrich. Right now?”
Why is he smirking?!
A brief kiss was given before he murmured, “And what’s the magic word, my future bride?”
Oh for fuck’s sake, love.
FUCK. ME. EMMRICH. VOLKARIN.
“Please!” She whined rather pathetically I might add.
A dark chuckle rumbled through him. “Good girl. Now, be a darling and bend over for me.”
She nodded wordlessly, her mouth open slightly, her eyes wide. Bending over the sarcophagus, she felt Emmrich behind her adjusting himself, one hand gripping her plush hip.
“Oh, my love. My dearest heart. How I have dreamt of having you like this. The sight of you so eager for me, so desperate…it is a sight I will treasure for the rest of my days.” Get inside me right now, or I will scream! He moaned as bent and slid his aching cock inside her. “Perfect…you are perfect…you were made for me, weren’t you, my sweetheart?” He thrust slowly, his hands never staying in one place too long. He said he can’t resist me under the best circumstances. And these circumstances are…I mean, they’re not the best with the impending apocalypse and all. “You were made for me, and I was made for you. Made to please and delight you. To cherish you.” A mad giggle escaped him as he thrust harder. “To breed you like the very good girl you are. That’s what you want, isn’t it sweetheart?”
She nodded, panting, “Y-Yes. Yes. Please. Please, Emm.”
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!
Sweat poured down his brow as he shook some strands of hair out of his eyes. “Only I can give you what you desire, my love. Only I can…only…oh…oh Agi, my bride…I’m afraid my s-stamina is…I-I’m…” Emmrich bit back a groan, his narrow hips stuttering.
“Let go, love. Let go…please don’t stop…”
I love you.
I love you.
I want you forever.
I want---
“F—” Agnes began but groaned as she felt his fingers rub her clit furiously.
HE IS FUCKING CHUCKLING?!?!
“Ha, o-oh dearest…ladies first…”
You insane man!!!!!
She gritted her teeth, her grip on the sarcophagus tightening as the coil inside her threatened to snap. “Emm…I fucking love you…I love yo—ah!” Gasping, she came, her long legs trembling.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
A strangled cry was practically ripped from him as he emptied inside her, his hold on her tightening significantly. “I love you too, my flame eternal, queen of my heart, my everything.” He breathed heavily, his cock slipping from her. Emmrich turned her around suddenly to kiss her as he muttered a spell to clean them. “My sun, my moon, my stars, the center of my universe,” he whispered between kisses, guiding her to get inside the sarcophagus. “Lie down, my pretty…let me worship you…and then…” He leered as he watched her settle. “I shall have you again until you forget your name, and mine is the only one you know. Does that please you, my love?”
I fucking love you.
Agnes beckoned him with the curl of a teasing finger, a knowing smile tugging on her lips. “It would please me more if you got your skinny ass in here, love.”
A maniacal giggle escaped him as he climbed in and straddled her. “Oh, do behave, darling. I’ll give you…oh…oh yes…” His hazel eyes rolled back into his head as she created friction just where I like it. He grunted when Agnes yanked him down, holding him flush against her. “Agi dearest—”
She silenced him with a kiss.
Less talk and more naughty things in the sarcophagus, love!
***
Agnes Aldwir, formerly (and never again to be known as) Rook, stared at her fiancé, whose face was strangely devoid of emotion. That’s worrying. After a few weeks of experiencing daily nausea, I told him he could examine me. “Emm? What’s going on?”
Please tell me. Please.
The senior necromancer’s eyes bulged, his gloved hand glowing green above her lower belly. “I…oh goodness me…Agi darling, you’re pregnant. If I had to guess I would say nine weeks gestation, which would put conception…oh.”
They looked at each other, both sets of eyes wide.
Holy fuck I called it.
Our baby was totally conceived in a sarcophagus.
Agnes began to laugh. “Oh. Well. I did say it would be a hell of a story, love!” Tears of joy joined her laughter as she threw her arms around his neck, peppering his cheek with kisses. “You’re going to be a father, Emmrich. Isn’t that wonderful?”
He whimpered a small, barely audible “yes dearest” before sobbing uncontrollably, melting in her embrace. She rocked him gently, rubbing his back as it shook with more sobs.
He told me once I “have an uncanny knack for breathing life into dreams that withered and died.”
Damn right, love. Damn right.