Oblige the Templar

...but another part of you (and you're pretty sure it's the part below the belt), just can't refuse an attractive blonde, as misguided as it might be.

You shed your robe, and climb into bed with Olivia.

"Yes!" The Templar groans. "I knew you couldn't resist me!"

A hand resting against her neck, you kiss and tongue your way down Olivia's collarbone, towards her bare tits.

"I knew it! I've always known it! You are - so - mad for-" Olivia's smug, excited tirade is cut short as you slide your hand over her mouth.

"Shut up." You say forcefully.

Beneath your appendage, Olivia grins, her tongue brushing against your fingers.

"Ooh, the pup bares his teeth!" Olivia says, once you withdraw your hand from her face. "I like it!"

"A dog analogy from a Fereldan, how unexpected." You smirk. "Well get ready, this pup is gonna rut you like the bitch you are."

Olivia squeals at that. And again when you flip her over, and by way of a palm on her lower back, firmly instruct her to bend over on her haunches, her noble ass presented to you. You can't see it, but you're sure the loopy Templar's wearing one of her goofy grins. The slickness on her inner thighs tells you all you need to know.

With a groan, you ease yourself inside Olivia. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't daydreamed about a moment very much like this as an Apprentice. Guess it was only now that you had relented. This time, giving in didn't feel so bad at all.

"...Finally. That's it." Olivia coos, as you steadily increase the rate at which you piston in and out of her.

It only stays so controlled for a short while. Eventually, Olivia starts thrusting back at you with reckless abandon, encouraging you to do the same. Once again, you relent.

It's a frantic, chaotic fuck, Olivia's golden hair quickly growing mussed and eventually sodden with sweat as you both go at it like actual animals.

Unannounced, unconsciously, it soon becomes something of a contest. Who has the speed, who has the stamina to outlast the other. Man against woman, mage against templar, an infinitely more pleasurable front of the war raging far from the tower of idyll and excess you both share.

"Andraste's arse, what do you call this! Even Cole... fucks... better..." Olivia pants, bucking wildly back at you.

You ignore Olivia's words. Besides, her body sings a different song every time you smash your hips together. She has to be close now. You know you are.

Fondling Olivia's chest, you redouble your efforts (you have a feeling you're fucking out a few grievances with Olivia's silverite-clad brethern you've been nursing with every pump.)

Eventually, Olivia can't hold out. She comes, crying out loudly enough that every person on the floor probably heard.

Even with the comfort of victory over the annoying Fereldan, you can't last more than a few minutes longer than she did.

"Fuck, I'm about to come..." You hiss at Olivia.

"Do it!" She urges, with you still deep inside her.