DA Snippets - In the warm afternoon sun by Niorah, literature
Literature
DA Snippets - In the warm afternoon sun
Dragon Age: Inquisition - Snippets
Title: In the warm afternoon sun
Author: Niorah
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters: FemTrevelyan, Cassandra Pentaghast, Dorian Pavus, Cole
Pairing: F!Inquisitor/Cassandra
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and its assets belong to Electronic Arts and BioWare
"In the warm afternoon sun"
The last dying noises of the battle were dissipating quickly as the air was still trembling from the last waves of a spell. Everyone was sheathing their weapons just as Cole’s voice, sweet as young honey, started droning in his typical monotony.
“Maker help me. I want to lick the sweat between your breasts. I want to
DA Snippets - Perhaps a heat wave? by Niorah, literature
Literature
DA Snippets - Perhaps a heat wave?
Dragon Age: Inquisition - Snippets
Title: Perhaps a heat wave?
Author: Niorah
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters: FemTrevelyan, Cassandra Pentaghast, Blackwall
Pairing: F!Inquisitor/Cassandra
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and its assets belong to Electronic Arts and BioWare
"Perhaps a heat wave?"
The sun was shining down mercilessly on Skyhold, and regardless of its position high in the mountains, it was a hot, hot day.
Hit after hit, Cremisius Aclassi just did not seem to be going to grasp the basics of the shield bash any time soon. The Iron Bull was starting to get frustrated. “Come on Krem! I know you prefer handling your huge ha
Omega Chronicles -23- Awakenings by Niorah, literature
Literature
Omega Chronicles -23- Awakenings
Omega Chronicles -23- Awakenings
Title: The Omega Chronicles -23- Awakenings
Author: Niorah
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: FemShep, Aria T'Loak, Garrus, Tali, Jack, Williams, others
Pairing: FemShep/Aria T'Loak
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and its assets belong to Electronic Arts and BioWare
She slowly opened her eyes and was thankful for the dimmed lights in the medbay. Her head was pounding and dizzy. She blinked repeatedly, trying to chase away the faint pain on the left side of her face. She took notice that it was covered by bandages. She felt her body coming awake, it was so heavy. She was propped up against a hard pillow, a sheet covering
Dr. Liara T'Soni, daughter of matriarchs, archaeologist, Prothean researcher, and mission specialist aboard the Systems Alliance frigate SSV Normandy, had never considered herself particularly stealthy.
As a child, she had inevitably been caught red-handed in any attempt to sneak biscuits or sweets from the kitchens, as an adolescent she had been clumsy and awkward, forever tripping over her own feet or walking into things, a state that had persisted for far longer than the growth spurts that precipitated it. For about twenty years, she had been in an almost perpetually bruised condition between one thing and another, although, as her mother