“Please, let me be next? I’ve been alive for four hundred years, and I’m ready, too!” She lay down in the same spot as Jera had been, spreadin... her legs for him. “Oh, please Fill me! I’m so tired!”Alan wasted no time. He pushed into her, feeling the fleshy barrier part, and she too passed into ashes and dust and smoke. He looked at Misty, who picked up Jera’s and Angel’s crystals necklaces and held them out to him sadly.He shook his them, then looked pointedly at her own, hanging just above her. . I've never trained as one, or taken Lyrium, or spent time in the Chantry. I can't even fight. And I've definitely never met Greagoir! I was suddenly very worried. If Irving told the templars that I used one of their abilities, I doubted they'd be lenient. They would want to know where I learned it, how I got my hands on Lyrium ... they'd imprison me, or worse. And then when I disappeared into thin air, they'd label me an apostate, assuming Irving was wrong. I pulled Aedan and Alistair aside. Taking a deep breath, he turned around and knocked."Fuck off!" was the response that came.Again, he knocked."Go away," his sister yelled.Trying one last time, he knocked.The door flew open."Dude," Dorianna shrieked, "I said to--"Myron grabbed her, stepped into her room, and pinned her up against the wall. He forced his lips onto hers, causing her to make some panicky muffled noises. She tried to break free, but he was too strong. A good twenty seconds later, he pulled away and begin to untie. Fast forward and there I am at my son's matriculation day at University. I sit i the student's bar, drawing glances from the young men who are meant to be our future, when one catches my eye, a beautiful boy, there was something about him that struck me as both familiar gave my tired loins a kick start, 'Deliciously fuckable', crossed my experienced mind, as he looked back at me, a tad longer than was considered respectable, and I smiled back, hoping my own son would be delayed long enough for.