I can has #8, Spine Kiss, with Horse Master Dennet and Barn Troll? I want to get a better sense of their relationship since they spend so much time together by the barn!
A/N: Ok, just want to clarify a few things - Barntroll is Blackwall. We make nicknames for everybody and it was made out of love! WE
The scream tore through Horse Master Dennet like a bell. It was quickly followed up by loud moaning, which Dennet initially mistook for a wounded hart, and he started towards the stables. When he realized the sound was coming from the barn, he stopped dead in his tracks. No. Please Maker. No. He noticed the shopkeepers averting their gaze and going about their business as usual, like nothing was happening. This was not the first time the shopkeepers ignored the mysterious noises that sometimes escaped the barn. Dennet started to slowly backtrack, but when a mournful, “Maker have mercy…” drifted out from the barn, Dennet realized he could no longer leave it be, so he steeled himself and made his way towards the doorway.
As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he tentatively asked, “Master Blackwall? Are you alright?”
“Dennet!” Blackwall called back, “be a good lad and come help an old warrior out. I think I threw out my back when chopping some wood.”
Dennet walked further into the barn and blanched at what he saw.
Before him, the warden was splayed out on his stomach across the woodworking table. He was totally nude save the small pair of red undergarments encasing his muscular haunches, tufts of raven hair peeked out from the waistband. Dennet noted the fine layer of sweat glistening off of the warden’s skin in the morning light. This confused Dennet, because the air was quite brisk in Skyhold this morning. Though Blackwall seemed to sweat a lot, so he shouldn’t be that surprised.
“Master Blackwall, I don’t understand, why are your clothes off?” Dennet asked. “Also, I don’t remember seeing you chopping wood. I’ve been with the harts all morning.”
At this a loud moan erupted from his lips.
“Alright, alright. What do you need me to do?” Dennet thought he might as well get this over quickly.
“There’s a good man. Now, if you’ll be so kind as to massage my back. There is some wood oil right over here.”
Dennet whimpered, praying to the Maker he would be struck down. When his sweet death didn’t come, he steeled himself yet once again and walked over to the writhing warden on the table.
He picked up the bottle of wood oil and closed his eyes as he poured it over Blackwall’s back. He stopped when Blackwall let off a loud, “THANK THE MAKER!!!”
Dennett then tentatively pressed a finger into the soft flesh of Blackwall’s hirsute back. At that, Blackwall let out a loud and sensual moan which caused Dennet to leap back in horror.
“Now isn’t the time for half-measures, get in there MAN!” Blackwall roared
The horse-master tried to think of a happier time. A time before all of this. Before Blackwall, before the Horror Nug. He took a deep breath and began to knead at the flesh in the middle of Blackwall’s back.
“LOWER!”
“Maker why?!” Dennet cried as he climbed on top on the table and straddled the warden. From this vantage, he began to push at the soft flesh. As he pushed forward, however, his hand slipped causing him to fall face first into the warden’s back, leaving a sloppy wet kiss on the top of Blackwall’s rump.
Blackwall moaned, “What you on about back there?” and Dennet slid off the Warden’s back, curling into the fetal position under the table. And he remembered the soft summer day when the sun dappled the landscape and his daughter’s sparkling laughter rang out as she crowned him with a daisy chain.