Nandita To Nandini
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Utha, who’d been standing still, one arm wrapped around her own middle, shoulders down and looking incredibly dejected, straightened up, squared her shoulders, took one massive running leap towards the Architect’s receding back, and drove her dagger into his flank, the blade sinking deep into his unprotected flesh.
Time seemed to slow. I gasped, heard Aedan shout out in surprise, saw Solona twitch, felt Alistair’s hand tighten on my shoulder; each item took only a fraction of a second, but felt much longer. In that frozen instant, the barrier dropped, and I reached out quick as lightning and seized the Architect’s mana. I wasn’t sure if he would die – Utha had withdrawn the dagger, making no further attempt to injure him – but I wasn’t taking any chances, and her attack had at least distracted him enough that his iron grip on his own mana pool was lost.
I watched as the creature spun slowly, looking at Utha with pure disbelief and betrayal showing even on his ruined face, before he sank down to the ground almost comically slowly. His hand covered the wound, and I vaguely wondered if he’d tried to heal himself, assuming he even had any sort of healing ability. Not that it would matter if he did, since he had no access to any mana to cast with.
The thought brought me up short; I hadn’t really noticed, but he had barely any mana for me to hold onto, and what little I held was slowly decreasing as time went on. When I’d managed to take his mana before, when Faren had been captured, he’d had the largest mana pool of anyone I’d ever encountered before that. Now he probably didn’t have the mana for a single spell, and it was fading fast.
Is he dying? I tried to think if I’d ever noticed mana slowly bleeding out of an emissary that we’d killed, but most of them had died quite quickly. I had no idea what it meant, but had no intention of letting go regardless.
Finally released from our shocked paralysis, we all jumped to action. Conrad and Rolan raced to Solona and Anders, the former digging through his pack for healing and Lyrium potions even as the latter reached for his weapon to cut the bonds that held the chained mage to the stone. Aedan and Zevran ran towards Utha, swords raised, while the ghoul dropped her own weapon and held her hands up in surrender even as she sank slowly to her knees. And Alistair and I went to check on the Architect where he had dropped, unmoving. Nate and the Legionnaires spread out around us, checking the rest of the corpses for signs of life, and the rest of the old Thaig for more darkspawn.
The Architect’s still form was repellant, radiating the taint in a way no Warden or mere darkspawn did; the feel of it, so malignant, made my knees go weak and my stomach roil. I swallowed convulsively, trying to keep the contents of my stomach on the inside, and forced myself to reach down and touch the monster from so many of my nightmares.
It took both Alistair and I to roll him onto his back; it was clear, once he was straightened out, that he was breathing, though how long that would last with black ichor pumping out of the wound in his side was unclear. His eyes were partially open, but unseeing, and he didn’t react to being moved or even to his wound being jostled. And I noted that his mana was all-but-gone; there was virtually nothing left for me to hold. Alistair and I exchanged confused glances before looking over to where Aedan and Zevran held Utha hostage.
The two Wardens were debating tying the former Warden’s hands; I signalled to Wulf to watch over the Architect, and Alistair and I joined my brother in the discussion.
“Don’t,” Alistair recommended. “Don’t tie her hands. We’re going to have some questions, and she can’t talk. She won’t be able to answer.”
Aedan looked down and snapped to get the ghoul’s attention. “Will you cooperate? Will you answer questions?”
She nodded reluctantly, hands moving spastically to sign ... something, which startled poor Zevran and made him bring the tip of his sword to her neck. She actually rolled her eyes at him and gestured again slowly, deliberately, but then seemed to almost sway, even kneeling as she was. I realised the black pool of blood surrounding her knees was slowly growing, and I pointed it out to Aedan.
“She’s injured. If we don’t heal her, she may not last long enough to answer.”
Aedan fished his hand into a small pouch attached to his belt and came out with a small healing potion. He hesitated before handing it over.
“Do I have your word you will not try to harm anyone here or try to escape?”
She nodded again, more enthusiastically this time, and gestured again, this time clearly pointing towards where Conrad knelt at Anders’ side.
“Just give it to her,” I growled at Aedan. “What’s she going to do with all of us here? I’m going to get Conrad. Hopefully he can understand her well enough to translate.”
I left the three nervous men surrounding Utha and hurried over to the two captured mages and their rescuers. Trevian was there, patiently supporting Solona and tilting the remnants of a blue Lyrium vial into her mouth. She was pale, covered in bruises, breathing harshly; her eyes fluttered, clearly not entirely conscious, and I decided against asking any questions for the time being. Anders looked somehow better, despite being out for the count – less pale, less sweaty, but with a significant goose egg on one temple to explain why he hadn’t awoken yet. Conrad was coaxing a healing potion down his throat while Rolan hovered over both mages anxiously.
“Conrad? We could use your help.” I pointed to where Utha knelt, having just polished off her own vial of red fluid. The ghoul was busy removing her heavy armour, I assumed so she could get at the gut wound that had bled so profusely.
Conrad glanced over and nodded, then called out to Sigrun to take over. The templar looming over us knelt quickly before she could even get there, pulling out a Lyrium potion from his own supply.
“I’ve got this.” He nodded as Sigrun joined him, but pulled the unconscious mage’s head into his own lap. “Go. I’ll call you if his condition changes.”
Conrad stood, obviously more trusting than I was; he stretched his shoulders quickly, shaking out his hands, and then headed towards Aedan. I spared one last glance at the pair of Wardens attending to Anders, reassured by Sigrun’s steady presence. I’m not quite ready to forgive and forget with Rolan yet, but Sigrun won’t let anything happen to Anders.
I turned away and trotted over to my brother in time to hear Conrad, in response to something Utha had signed, say, “Heal him? Wha-”
Utha interrupted him with several terse hand gestures, pointing at the Architect’s limp form more than once; she appeared to be having to repeat herself, with Conrad muttering at her to slow down the entire time, but eventually understanding seemed to bloom on his handsome face.
“Alright, so, correct me if I’m wrong,” he said to Utha before turning to us, “but I think what she’s saying is that the Architect is ... sort of like an Archdemon.” She signed something, and he nodded. “Not exactly, I know, but the point is, if we kill him, or allow him to die ... he won’t be dead. His essence will pass to the nearest darkspawn – not a Warden, so in this case Utha first, or, if we killed her, another darkspawn somewhere in the Deep Roads nearby – and he’ll come back.”
I gasped. “Like Corypheus.” Aedan and Alistair looked at me strangely, and I shook my head. “He’s one of them. One of the original Magisters, the ones who tried to go to the Golden city. Ask her.” I couldn’t get the images out of my head, now that they’d been brought to mind: Hawke killing Corypheus in the Dragon Age downloadable content, and then Larius acting so strangely afterwards.
Conrad asked her, and she half-shrugged, half-nodded. She gestured, and he translated. “Maybe. She doesn’t really know. But he’s died before, and just came back. So killing him isn’t a solution.”
“What did you do to him?” Aedan asked her.
“And why doesn’t he have any mana?” I added before she could reply.
Conrad translated for me again, then watched her increasingly frustrated signing. “She poisoned him. I’m assuming something like mage bane,” he paused as she signed something emphatically, “or not. Something worse. But he won’t wake for a long time, and his mana is gone. But if he dies, even with the poison, he’ll come back – so she is suggesting rather forcefully that we give him a healing potion. She assures me it won’t cure the poison.”
We all looked at each other, eyebrows raised, unable or unwilling to vocalise the questions. Finally, with a shrug, Aedan handed me a healing potion. “Up to you, sis,” he decided. “You seem to know the most about what’s going on, and you’re the one he’s hurt the most.”
I took the small vial reluctantly, weighing it in my hand while I dithered. What would we do with an unconscious former Magister? I couldn’t keep him suppressed forever, and if his mana reserves returned to their former levels, no one else would be able to manage him. Regardless, do I believe Utha? I rather think she’s telling the truth – it makes a sick sort of sense, really. And if I believed her, then allowing the Architect to die wasn’t a better solution. Regardless of what we decided to do to him, keeping him alive – and under our control – was the best possible situation, at least for now.
Mind made up, I walked over and knelt by the Architect’s ruined face. Wulf, who’d been watching the creature as requested, lifted his head and tilted it back, allowing me to pour the potion into his open mouth. The black ichor flowing out of his wound slowed and stopped as I massaged his throat, forcing the sticky fluid down. He didn’t so much as twitch, though, even when Wulf pinched his finger hard to attempt to elicit a pain reaction. Reassured, I returned to Aedan and Alistair where they stood watching me. I curled into Alistair’s arms, trying to take comfort from him despite the plate armour he wore; I couldn’t help but notice Utha’s bemused, inaccurate gaze as she tried to see me despite my strange invisibility.
Aedan turned back to the former Warden. “I have to ask: why?” He gestured to the Architect’s still unconscious form.
Utha sighed, and then started signing, slower this time and obviously reluctant. Conrad translated. “She says ... he deceived her. Kept things from her. And she excused it for a long time, hoping he could make good on his promise to end the Blights. But she finally came to realise that he would sacrifice anything and anyone to accomplish his goal, and didn’t care about the collateral damage.”
I eyed the ghoul skeptically. It wasn’t that those reasons weren’t legitimate; there was no question the Architect was more than ruthless enough to watch the entire world burn if it got him what he was looking for. It was more that ... it didn’t seem like that was enough to explain such a change of heart. It wasn’t new information; she’d known for more than two decades that it was true. So why now?
And then something clicked. “It was because of Kell, wasn’t it?” Conrad looked at me in confusion, but I just shook my head and pointed at Utha. “Ask her. She changed her mind because of what I said about Kell, back at the Mother’s nest.”
Conrad turned back to her; she was staring into space over my left shoulder, presumably the place she assumed I was standing. “Is it because of Kell?” he asked uncertainly.
The ghoul slumped even further, if that was possible, and finally nodded. She signed something urgently at Conrad, and then reached a hand up one armoured sleeve. Zevran and Aedan jumped, both of them producing daggers seemingly out of thin air; Conrad jumped back, and Alistair pushed in front of me with a curse. She ignored them all, didn’t even wince as Zevran’s blade pierced the skin on her neck, simply grabbing the dagger she’d been reaching for and holding it out in my general direction hilt first. She didn’t waver; her hands didn’t shake even as a trickle of black blood wound its way down her neck.
I looked to Conrad, whose expression was hilarious, a weird combination between surprise, fear, puzzlement, and disgust. “What did she say?”
He swallowed, turning to look me in the eye, still looking vaguely ... sick, or something. Constipated? I had to stifle a completely inappropriate giggle.
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Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversMs Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...