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A MASTERPIECE. YOU ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS.

Ma Halani

A/N This was inspired by *this* post! Thank you for the gorgeous idea, @nerdee-blondee and I really hope I was able to bring it to life somewhat to your vision! Also!! Happy Dragon Age day!

Warnings: Rook under the effects of an aphrodisiac, P in V, fingering, hate fucking into soft into hate again? Not sure if there's anything else to add so let me know if so!

Rook spun on her heel, yanking Mythal’s blade free from the chest of the Venatori on the ground in front of her. Her breath was ragged, and arms trembled in overexertion from the onslaught of murderous blood mages that seemed never-ending. She barely had time to register the next threat that seemed to appear seemingly from nowhere. His sword jabbed at her clumsily while Rook stumbled back, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“Rook! To your right!” Lucanis’s voice rang out from behind, sharp and urgent.

She twisted her head quickly, just in time to catch sight of another Venatori hurling a bottle in her direction. She caught a glimpse of a pink liquid inside before it shattered at her feet. Smoke engulfed her instantly, thick and foggy, making it impossible for her to see anything. The smell was sweet, sickenly so, and she coughed violently, trying to keep her guard up in case of an ambush.

Rook stumbled blindly, her arms flailing as she tried to shoo the smoke away. Her sight was useless, only able to see the pink smoke around her, she had to rely on sound. She heard her teammates panicking and she rushed forward, using Neve’s shouting as a guide out of the haze, but for some reason, her voice only became fainter the closer she thought she was.

“Neve!” She staggered forward, ignoring the way that her body started to feel hot and uncomfortable, fighting both the fog in front of her, and the fog beginning to cloud her mind. Just as she found the end to the murky cloud around her, she gasped.

“Fuck!” She yelled, looking around at where she had ended up. If anything was a clear indication, it would be the all-consuming gray around her. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and feverish, an ache between her thighs. Rook stumbled forward and unconsciously rubbed her legs together to try and create friction. Once she realized what she was doing, she jerked herself back into reality.

Even in her haze, and apparently arousal, she felt dread sink into her bones. The world around her was deathly silent, a muted expanse of gray with random wisps floating around her curiously. Shadows flickered in the corners of her eyes, shifting and warping as though they were alive. They could be. Those things she thinks are only shadows could actually be demons, since she’s in the Fade.

“Fuck.” She cemented her last word again as the realization settled over her. She got to her feet, unsteady from the effects of the potion. She slightly panted and frowned at her current predicament. Rook moved forward, her breathing quickening as the ache deepened, spreading a tingling sensation all throughout her body, making her clothing uncomfortably tight.

Continuing to wander around, she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. Quicker than she anticipated, it started to become painful. She hissed at any little friction caused to her body, and she was tempted to strip herself of her clothes then and there. However, she pushed forward into the expanse of darkness, trying to be conscious of any demons that may appear while she was so vulnerable. For some reason, the wisps stayed around her. They flittered and sparkled, and one seemed to be what was leading her forward.

Rook clenched her fists, her nails tearing into the flesh of her palms as she fought to keep herself under control. Her body was betraying her.

“Where- where are you leading me?” She asked the wisp, her brows furrowed in concentration. It simply sparkled in a response and she groaned, but followed it, nonetheless, desperate for any way to escape.

A growl sounded from behind her and she halted mid step, making her stumble forward. Whipping around she sees a demon approaching her, obviously enticed by her clear desperation and arousal.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rook chanted, her voice trembling as her body betrayed her. Her legs wobbled beneath her, the potion’s effects crashing into her. The once-reliable strength of her limbs melted into nothing, and she collapsed to her knees.

She could do nothing besides watch helplessly as the demon approached her. Each step it took towards her felt like a bell tolling in her head, a countdown to her demise. Tears burned in her eyes, her frustration and fear mingling as she gasped for breath. Her chest tightened, and a sob escaped her lips. After all she has done, and everything she has left to do, this is how it ends? While she is horny and weak, unable to protect herself from one demon?

Just as she felt hope leaving her and despair threatening to consume her, a sharp crackle of magic pulled her back to the moment. Light erupted behind her, washing the demon in a searing flash. It shrieked, its form unraveling into nothingness.

Rook blinked, the tears trickling down her flushed cheeks as she struggled to process what had happened. She turned her head as far as her weakened body would allow, her movements sluggish. The sight she took in didn’t make her any more relieved.

Well-worn boots and long legs clad in a familiar fabric, just inches from her face. She forced her head to tilt back, looking for the face she hoped she wouldn’t find. But of course, when everything goes wrong, things can only get worse.

Solas stood behind her, his expression was a mix of confusion and irritation as he looked down at her. His proximity sent a shock through her core and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. Humiliation coursed through her, especially as she couldn’t stop herself from smelling him. Her breath hitched and she let out a sigh she didn’t realize she had been holding.

“Great,” she muttered, turning her head around to relax her strained neck.

“This is just great.” Her words dripped with sarcasm, her voice even more biting than normal to make up for her current weakness. Solas’s piercing gaze remained steady, though his brow furrowed slightly.

“You are fortunate that I arrived when I did. You should be thanking me.” Rook barked out a bitter laugh, but it quickly twisted into a wince as the fabric of her clothes rubbed against her sensitive skin. She tried to push herself up so they would be on semi-even ground, but her body refused to obey. Her arms trembled before she collapsed back to the ground, letting out a grunt of frustration.

“You’d just love that wouldn’t you?” She spat through clenched teeth.

“Getting praised for playing the hero for once.” Rook panted, fighting the urge to push him down and satiate herself of her need. Solas took tentative steps around her, not reacting to her jab. Once she could see his face again, irritation flooded her at his nonchalance in this situation. He crouched down, elbows resting on his knees as he took in her vulnerable form.

His eyes took in the sweat on her forehead and he reached forward, his right hand pressing lightly to her flushed skin. Rook flinched but leaned into his hand for just a moment, nearly whimpering at the comfort of his cool hand. Solas’s eyes widened as he watched her sigh in relief. He pulled his hand away and her eyes shot open, realizing what she had done.

“How are you here? What happened?” Solas asked her after clearing his throat.

“The Venatori attacked us in Dock Town. One of them threw some potion at me, I tried to get out of it, and then I found myself here. I don’t know what it was but that potion made me-” She stopped herself, too embarrassed to continue.

Solas’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her appearance, his gaze flickering over her. The woman before him that was normally so stubborn and infuriating was now crumpled on the ground, her clothes disheveled, skin flushed, and embarrassed. When she cut herself off, she could see the realization dawn on his face and she scowled in shame.

“I see,” He murmured, his voice low and contemplative. Solas shifted his weight, sitting down in front of her to try and lessen her unease for just this moment. He leaned back against his hands, his gaze never leaving her as she panted and shifted uncomfortably.

“A rather crude tactic to get rid of you. You must be pestering them rather skillfully.”

Rook shot a deadly glare at him, and he couldn’t stop the smirk that pulled at his lips. However, as she hissed in pain and writhed on the ground, his eyes did soften slightly.

“They more than likely expected the demons to ravish you in this state.” He theorized more to himself than her. His tone was detached, as if this wasn’t a very real issue currently plaguing the woman before him.

“So how do I get out? And stop feeling like I’m not in control of myself?” Rook snapped, understandably annoyed. A quick flash of concern flickered across his features, clearly, he didn’t enjoy this situation either.

“I am not sure how you will leave, if I knew, I would not be in here either.” He reminded her of his own predicament of being locked away.

“As for regaining control over yourself,” Solas continued. His eyes hardened and he looked uncomfortable.

“You need to… relieve yourself of this ailment.” He finished, looking off to the side. Rook blinked at him, scoffing at the suggestion. He turned back to her with his own scowl, neither of them happy about this.

“You expect me,” She points to herself.

“To masturbate,” She points between her legs.

“Here? In the open Fade where demons lurk?” She gestures to the vastness around them, her eyes never leaving his, waiting for a response. He sighs, running a hand over his face. They had never had a conversation this long, nor would they have ever willingly had a conversation like this in any other scenario. His patience was wearing thin.

Then Rook doubled over, holding her stomach, her eyebrows knitted together as she grunted in pain. Her breathing was labored as she tried to breath through it, her legs shaking from the intensity. Solas looked at her, looked around them, then looked back at her.

“We do not have much time. I do not know the exact concoction, but it has to be similar to other aphrodisiacs and their outcomes are never the most appealing.” Rook heard him say faintly through her concentration. She peered up at him just in time to see his arms reaching forward. She fell backwards, landing on her back as she tried to evade his hands. Solas sighed and internally groaned at the pest in front of him.

“Rook, unless you want the demons to take advantage of you, you need to accept my help.” His voice reasoned with her, trying to convince her to let him help her. She bared her teeth at him in a snarl.

“No way. Don’t touch me, Baldy.” She poked fun of him, stealing Davrin’s nickname for the god-like man in front of her.

Solas's jaw ticked, his patience wearing thinner by the moment as he rubbed his temples with a weary sigh. The situation was absurd, uncomfortable for both of them. His initial composure was faltering under the weight of Rook's defiance and the severity of her condition.

“Your stubbornness is impressive, as always,” he said mockingly, his tone sharp.

“But it will not serve you well right now. The longer that you resist, the more vulnerable you become to the potion and the demons that prowl the Fade.”

Rook glared up at him, her breathing labored and her thighs clenched together tightly. She was unrelenting in her stubbornness and pride, unable to see just how dire the situation was becoming as more demons began growling in the not-so-far distance from the duo.

“Infuriating woman,” Solas muttered under his breath, glaring down at her. He shifted closer despite her flinch, his movements deliberate but not aggressive.

“Do you honestly think I want to involve myself in this? If the situation were not dire, I would leave you to your pride and its consequences.”

Rook squirmed on the ground as another wave of pain shot through her entire body, a guttural groan escaping her as the potion’s effects surged through her body, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. The intensity of it brought tears to her eyes, and her hands balled into fists at her sides.

“Whatever you may think of me, I am trying to ensure your survival so you can go back to Thedas in one piece.” His arms wrapped around her, one under her knees and another on her back. She hissed at the coolness of his armor on her skin, and even more so the way that it felt to be touched.

Rook let out a whine and pressed herself closer to him, mentally screaming at herself for how she’s acting. She glared up at him from his grasp, but he kept his head held high, not sparing a glance to her as he fade-stepped to a calmer area, one not so inhabited by demons. Rook gasped as in a split second they were one place, only to land in another with only a step.

Here, it was calm, almost like a field, but its colors muted. Solas kneeled down on one knee, placing her down as gently as he could muster of himself towards this woman. He looked down at her, the way her hair framed her face, a few strands sticking to her flushed forehead. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and her eyes were clenched tightly shut.

“Rook,” He spoke gently, pressing his hand to her cheek, trying to cool her down even a little. Her eyes cracked open to look at him desperately, needily. She felt his hand slide down to her neck, then down to her arm. A shiver ran down her back.

“No.” Her voice was hoarse.

“Rook,” He repeated again, pulling her to sit up. She groaned. Rook looked at him, and even though she knew she disliked this man with her entire being, she also knew that she needed his help. She was just beyond irritated that she would have to ask him of all people for it.

“Please,” She bit her lip harshly, trying not to tell him to fuck off and let her die. Another wave of pain, groaning in agony, she looked at him through tears of anger and pain.

“Ma halani, Solas.” Rook whispered.

Slowly, Solas’s hands made their way to the bottom of her shirt, pulling it from her tense body with ease. The air was biting against her skin and Rook couldn’t help but to shiver. Solas’s hands made their way to her shoulders, gently pushing her back so she would be laying flat on the ground. The cool grass tickled her back, the scent of damp earth filling her nostrils while his hands settled at her hips, tugging her pants off. All the while, Rook refused to take her eyes off of him, half expecting him to stand and laugh at her, to walk away and leave her to her own devices, but he didn’t. Instead, he knelt between her legs, pushing them open gently, his cool hands a stark contrast to her feverish thighs. Solas leaned down, an arm coming to rest beside her head as they stared at each other silently, waiting for the other to back away.

After a moment, Solas spared a glance down at her body beneath him, his free hand ghosting over her skin, pausing over her covered breasts to grasp at them experimentally. The touch elicited a gasp from the woman, and she turned her head to the side in embarrassment. Solas chuckled, a low rumble from deep in his chest, as he continued to squeeze her breasts, his violet eyes never looking away from her face. He rather enjoyed this sight, the normally headstrong woman now reduced to a whimpering mess under him. Rook glared at him from the corner of her eyes after hearing his laugh, opening her mouth to throw more jabs at him, but the words died on her tongue as his mouth covered hers quickly.

Solas tasted sweet, like honey and lavender cream. However, the kiss itself was anything but sweet. Months on months of pent-up tension finally being released all at once left little kindness between them, but Rook liked it. His tongue bullied its way past her already parted lips, but her own met his with equal fervor. Their desperate hunger was one in the same; his hands tightened on her waist as their tongues tangled, teeth grazing, a battle for dominance that both refused to give into.

She arched into him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer in a desperate plea for more. Solas grunted, his knees shifting to push her legs further apart. His hand left her breasts, trailing down to caress across her stomach. Rook lifted her hips instinctively, desperately needing friction. He smirked against her lips, finally pressing his palm against the dampness between her legs. An unrestrained moan escaped her lips as she writhed beneath him, grinding her hips against his palm rhythmically.

Solas pulled away from the kiss, and Rook didn’t miss the way they looked plump and bruised. He watched her for a moment, the way she ground herself against him so primally and he could feel his own arousal growing. She panted, drawing in shaky breaths before her hands moved to the bottom of his tunic, tugging at the hem. He pushed himself off the ground, still kneeling between her thighs. For a brief moment, Rook regretted her decision as he took his hand away from her clothed heat to lift his shirt over his head. A low whine came from her as soon as she was able to see his lean muscles, and Solas took pride in her reaction, a smug expression plastering itself to his face.

“Enjoying yourself?” He murmured, his voice low and laced with mockery as he resumed his position caging her in under him. The annoyance that filled her eyes only worked to fuel his amusement.

“Shut up, Dread Wolf.” She muttered, continuing to try and grind against him, but refusing to be reduced to passive compliance. He glowered down at her, but not with malicious intent, more so fascination. Either way, his hands moved swiftly to the soft fabric of her breast band, pulling it down and letting her tits fall free. Without any hesitation, he pinched one of her nipples; the sharp suddenness of it drew a cry from her lips, her back arching from the ground.

“Do not test my patience,” He growled before latching his mouth around her other pebble, sucking it harshly between his lips. Rook’s clammy hands found purchase on Solas’ shoulders, nails digging into his pale skin and leaving behind her marks. The cry she had let out earlier was now a series of strangled gasps, desperate whimpers, animalistic pleas under his touch.

She hated how she was reacting to him, the man who was trying to destroy the world, the world she was now forced into having to save which is what had prompted this whole turnout of events. Her frustration was clearly felt, even as his teeth nipped at her nipples, fingers pinching and grabbing her tits without hesitation. It made her hot. With anger and desire towards this man, her hips bucked, grinding against his hand. It was almost pathetic, her attempt to alleviate the building pressure within her. It felt like she was being torn apart by her conflicted feelings. It wasn’t just pleasure; it was a burning, all-consuming, frantic, desperate need fueled by the drug, but led by her own simmering hatred towards the man who now held her so completely under his power.

Solas saw the rage behind her eyes, and his grip on on her breast moved to grasp at her hip, tightening until there would surely be bruises. He didn’t hold her with tenderness, but with a deliberate feeling of control, something he hadn’t felt sense Rook had locked him in this prison. He pulled away from her breast with an audible pop, only to shoot a venomous smirk down at her. His hand moved back between her thighs, pulling her underwear to the side, and thumb immediately landing on her clit. She arched, taking in a sharp intake of air, and he laughed at her. He savored her reaction, the way her legs shook, her teeth worrying her bottom lip, the way she twisted and turned trying to find the most pleasure she could. Solas reveled in her vulnerability; the way that she fell apart so beautifully in his hands, her destroyed pride only egging on his own.

“Pathetic,” he whispered harshly in her ear with a gravelly voice, a stark contrast to her heavy panting and moaning.

“All that bluster and bristling,” His fingers moved in a quick harsh circle on her swollen bud.

“And for what?” Tears welled in Rook’s eyes from her burning frustration, and he laughed, antagonizing her. She couldn’t help but tighten around nothing, making her groan. She wanted to curse him, to make him remember just who had trapped him in a prison of his own regret, but as his thumb worked faster, all she could think about was chasing the high that she needed to release. He leaned to her pointed ear, biting it lightly and eliciting a new sound from her. He wondered just how many he could pull from her mouth that was now blessing him, rather than cursing him like usual.

Not stopping the way his thumb quickened on her clit, two of his fingers slid down to find her entrance, slowly sinking into her. Rook moaned, her nails tearing into his shoulders as she tried to ground herself in some way, to anchor her inner turmoil. His fingers moved inside of her, thumb rubbing circles, both getting faster and harsher as he nipped and licked at her ear. He whispered to her, his words a honeyed mockery,

“You look quite beautiful like this. So obedient and wanting my help.” The words were a clear and obvious provocation. A calculated attempt to reel himself in as his own need threatened to overwhelm him while his fingers continued to thrust into her sopping heat.

“Such a fierce spirit, reduced to this.” He hissed, pressing fiery kisses to her chest, mouth once again finding her nipple. Solas continued, his fingers moving inside her with a rhythm that was brutal and precise, simultaneously bringing her pleasure and torment. His thumb remained on her clit, relentlessly pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Each thrust was deliberate, his predatory gaze taking Rook in in all her glory, his body a cage around hers. He was a puppeteer, and she, his unknowing marionette seeking oblivion as he fucked her on his fingers.

Her breath hitched in ragged gasps, tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat on her skin. She hated him, despised him, yet her body responded to his touch with an intensity the defied her morals. The hands that were covered in his friends blood fucked into her deliciously, blurring her feelings of hate with lust.

He taunted her, his breath burning against her skin. He whispered words that taunted her, flaming the fire as his fingers thrust deeper inside her. Solas’s tongue traced the curve of her earlobe before his lips pressed against her skin. He felt her walls flutter around him, and he pulled back to watch her come undone.

The orgasm hit her violently, an explosion of pleasure left her gasping for breath as though she had just finished the war. Her body arched once more, chest pressing to Solas’s. Her nails trailed from his shoulders down his back, leaving red scratches where she traced. Rook’s eyes squeezed shut, her mouth falling open as a sinful moan fell from her parted lips. Everything faded into pleasure, she felt no hatred, or worry for just a moment as she convulsed in the aftershocks of her climax.

For a moment, they both stayed like that, her panting and his fingers still inside her, his lips pressing soft and slow to her neck, a vast opposition to how he had just been. Then, the heat was back and her eyes flew open, glaring at him in accusation.

“You- you said it would help!” She exclaimed, pushing him off of her, his fingers falling out of her leaving her empty and furious. Immediately, she became furious. Solas fell back on his ass, barely having time to catch himself as he stared at her. He frowned.

“It seems that was not enough.” Was all he added, his words not offering her any consolation. She got on her knees, looking for something, anything, to throw at him. His eyes watched her, naked and angry, sweat coating her skin from their previous actions.

“So, you lied. Again.” She accused, moving closer and poking a finger to his chest. The poke turned to hitting, which in turn led to her fists curled as she hurled insult after insult at him. She was embarrassed, and ashamed, that she had allowed him to touch her like that for nothing. His hands wrapped around her wrists, halting her onslaught of hits. She snarled at him, tears brimming her eyes, which only fueled her anger. She felt like a crybaby, tearing up anytime she got too frustrated, making others think she was weak, but Solas just looked at her and waited for her to calm down.

She stopped trying to free her wrists after a moment, letting her head fall to her chest. Rook gritted her teeth, forcing herself to take deep breaths before looking at him. The fire still burned hot in her stomach. Her eyes met his, and she didn’t see any smugness, only patience as though he was an adult handling a child having a tantrum. She pulled her wrists once more, and he let go, only for her to push him onto his back harshly before crawling atop him, her legs on either side of his waist, straddling his hips.

The air crackled with Rook’s fury, and their mutual arousal. She was still flushed and breathless above him, her eyes piercing into him. His gaze was equally unwavering, amusement glinting in the muted violets. Solas let his hands rest on her bare hips, squeezing them gently, teasingly, it vexed her to no end. Her own hands moved to the waistband of his pants, deliberately tracing the line of his belt. Her fingers made work of his buckle, it coming undone with a click. She tried to pull his pants down, grunting in frustration when they would only go so far. Solas chuckled,

“Do you require more of my assistance?” He lifted his hips, his hands pushing his pants down, freeing his strained cock. She hissed seeing his length, the tip red and angry leaking precum, though a glance at his face showed no shame.

“It seems like the same could be said of you.” She responded, placing her cunt atop his dick, letting her slick coat him. He scowled, hands landing on her hips once again to try and take control of her movements, but she stopped altogether, smirking down at him.

“I see why you like looking down on people now, the view is something.” His breath caught in his throat at her confidence. The way she sat on him, one hand resting on his chest, the other pushing some hair behind her ear. Her movements started again, slowly. He watched how her hips moved back and forth, her breasts swaying with the movements. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, eyes focused on his leaking cock.

Finally, her eyes met his, and she sneered at him, lifting her hips and grabbing hold of his cock, she lined it to her entrance. Rook whimpered as his cock head pushed into her slowly, and her hips continued to lower, inch by glorious inch her walls strained and fluttered around him. He hissed as she buried him to the hilt inside of her welcoming heat, his hands grasping her hips tightly. Without wasting even a moment, she lifted herself and slammed down on him, making him flinch at the feeling, and her cry out as his head kissed her cervix. She continued the slow, deliberate lift and fall of her hips, her ass meeting his hips with a satisfying smack each time. A hand remained on his chest for stability the other grabbing at her breast, her eyes never leaving his.

“Your arrogance- ngh- shall be your downfall.” She hissed from above, her tone biting at him. He stared at her, unable to answer as though her tight cunt wrapped around him was her hands around his throat.

“And I shall be the instrument to your ruin.” She promised, her speed picking up. Rook knew his ego was fragile, that he believed himself the only one capable of anything. She knew that he would fall, a glorious descent from godhood, and she would make sure she was the one to bring it about. Even with his cock stuffing her full, bruising her cervix, she was unwilling to relent in her distaste for the elvhen below her. His gaze hardened at her words, but he couldn’t help but notice how the dull sky seemed to brighten slightly with her bouncing on him. The raw frustration enthralled him, and she noticed the way his jaw clicked. She made him tick.

She knew that he was still in control, otherwise he would have pushed her off of him and fucked into her like a doll. Instead, even if he was irritated by her words, his hands still stayed on her hips to guide her movements. For right now, she would relish in the illusion of her dominance as she ground down on him, gasping raggedly.

Solas let one of his hands explore her body, a slow and deliberate caress that traced thighs, lingered on her stomach, and pinched playfully at her waist before settling on her back. The touch was oddly tender, but Rook had no thoughts to spare towards his foreign behavior. Suddenly, he sat upright, his movement swift while holding her securely by her back and hip to prevent her from falling. Her hips stalled, the rhythm abruptly stalled.

She glared at him fiercely. She tried to move, tried to regain the control she believed she had, but his hands held her in place as she squirmed in his lap. She was beyond done with this man and his twisted mind games, she just wanted this to be over with and to find some way back to her friends in Thedas, but this egg. The look he was giving her was deep, far more than he had ever offered her to see of him and it made her so inexplicably sad, even with their bare chests pressed together as they breathed the others' breaths.

“I fucking hate you.” She hissed. A flash of dark amusement crossed his features, not going unnoticed by Rook. He wasn’t going to admit, but she was driving him wild, she could feel it, and she loved that she held it over him.

Finally, his hand moved from her hip to rest on her ass, pulling her upwards before letting her plummet back onto him. He hit a new angle that made her cry out, throwing her head back. His lips found the pulse point on her neck, biting it followed by a tantalizing, lingering kiss. As he pulled away to look at the damage he had done, his pupils dilated seeing the mark that he left behind on her body. Solas reattached his mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake as she kept engulfing his cock. Rook tried to fight the notion, but he had her exactly where he wanted her, clasped in his hands.

This was supposed to be messy, fast, hard; there was no need for softness between them, but the intimacy was undeniable. Solas stared at her, lost in the moment, drinking in the details he wouldn’t soon forget: her head tilted to the side, mouth open letting ragged breaths fall out, nipples hardened and dragging along his chest, her eyes fluttering open and closed with each sloppy slap of her skin on his. But mostly, he relished in the way her hands cradled his head, pulling him closer to her for just this one moment in time, a silent, desperate plea for him to give her more. It was agonizing and frustrating just how lovely this woman could look while falling apart for him.

His hand ghosted her cheek, her eyes jumping to meet his as his thumb traced her lips. He pushed his thumb past her parted lips, and she nipped at it. He chuckled, then moved his hand to trace the length of her pointed ear, then to the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. He pulled her head to his, locking their mouths together. It was completely different from earlier, making her stop bouncing on him.

The kiss was sweet and gentle; it threw her off balance and for a moment her anger dissipated, replaced by confusion. She let herself get lost in the tender exploration, their tongues moving in tandem, control all but forgotten.

Then his hand on her ass lifted her again, letting her fall down onto his dick. The deep, slow kisses didn’t stop, even as both his hands found her hips, now taking the lead and guiding her up and down to a slow, steady pace.He felt her clench around him and it made his cock twitch. The kiss became disorientating, their breaths mingling, a mixture of sweat, arousal, and the lingering scent of the Fade around them. Then, her body stiffened and arched, her walls fluttering around him as she whined into his mouth. His hands wrapped around her waist, hugging her close to him while his hips thrusted upwards, groaning as hot ropes of his cum lined her insides.

They stayed like that, panting and connected, both not sure what they should do now. Their limbs were a tangled mess, the silence was heavy between them in the aftermath as both caught their bearings. Finally, Solas shifted slightly, unwrapping his arms from around her, his hands settling behind him. He looked at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks, the faint bruises he had left on her neck, then her eyes that refused to look at him. He cleared his throat, the sound breaking the silence.

“The potion,” He started, his voice still deep.

“The effects should be satisfied now.” His words were factual, detached, a stark contrast to how softly had had been kissing her just moments ago. Rook felt her irritation with him surge once more, but just scoffed to herself, throwing her head back at his audacity. She felt the familiar sting of tears pricking at her eyes, and she rubbed her face to try and make them disappear. In the moment of her confusion, she had let herself believe that this was something more than it was. That maybe, just maybe, he could be kind, and perhaps he even wanted it. Even if it was only a slight possibility, but his actions now slapped her back to reality. The fact that she had allowed this man, the Dread Wolf, god of trickery and lies, to see her so vulnerable? That she had needed his help, and he used it as a way to get inside of her head, to soften her heart towards him so she would let her guard down in the long run? It was the most bitter pill to swallow.

Rook refused to look at him as her trembling thighs lifted her once more, this time until she was standing and walking to her clothes. She dressed herself in silence, feeling his seed leak down her thigh. It felt like a branding, a reminder to how far he would go to accomplish his goals. She glared at the ground, arms crossed over her chest once she dressed herself.

Then, she turned to face where he now stood, dressed in only his pants, her gaze was cold and unwavering.

“You were so careful, so masterful. Using my moment of weakness, to gain a foothold, to try and soften me. It was brilliant, Solas. Truly brilliant.”

She placed her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing.

“But you failed, you know?” A bitter laugh passed her swollen lips.

“All you have accomplished is proving how truly pathetic you are. Fucking a woman you hate, in hopes of what? That one day I would stand idly by as you tear apart the Veil?” She accused him. Rook walked to him, looking into his eyes.

“You are nothing more than your pride now. You let it eat at you until there was nothing left of what you could’ve been. Not a god, not a man. Your lover forgotten at a moment's notice, you killed your friends. You are truly alone now.” Then, she turned on her heel, a Fade tear opening in front of her. She didn’t spare a glance at the elf behind her, but he watched her. He watched, longingly, as her friends grabbed her arms and pulled her back to the real world.

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