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i love them so much <3 lady Inquisitor and Cullen
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take her hand!
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dai#cullen rutherford#commander cullen#cullen x trevelyan#cullen x female trevelyan#cullen x inquisitor#mage trevelyan#female trevelyan
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“Safe and solid, protecting and proud. He feels like quiet, stronger when you hold him."
#dance emoji#yeah she's getting him pregnant.#dragon age inquisition#dai#cullen x trevelyan#oc; tanwen#dragon age#cullen x female trevelyan#cullen rutherford
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#dragon age inquisition#dragon age: inquisition#dragon age#cullen stanton rutherford#dragon age cullen#cullen rutherford#cullen x trevelyan#commander cullen#trevelyan x cullen#female inquisitor#freya x cullen#my screenshots
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here lies the abyss
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My one and only husband ❤️🦁
#cullen rutherford#commander cullen#dragon age inquistor#dragon age inquisition#dragon age#procreate#art#illustration#digital aritst#digital arwork#digital fanart#dragon age fanart#cullen x trevelyan#cullen x inquisitor#cullen x lavellan#cullen x reader#cullen x female inquisitor
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I call this Undercooked Cullen. Operating on three hours of sleep, hasn’t put himself together for the day yet.
Painted in procreate!
#cullen rutherford#commander cullen#cullen x trevelyan#cullen x female inquisitor#cullenmance#cullen x lavellan#dragon age cullen#maker he needs more sleep#and he can’t find his hair product#lyrium withdrawals#needs snuggles
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DA:I gifs 001 | Cullen Romance - "Long day?"
#THIS SCENE IS SO GOOD AHHHGH#i wanted to save this gif for my fanfic post but oh well#I can't get over how well they nailed femPOV here ungghhh#the expression in his hands indicating how much he's holding himself back while Trev just jostles those restraints#shaking them LOOSE#and then jostles something else-#please kill me I need to end#my life#THE INQUISITOR PAJAMA MOD is#Pride of the Inquisitor Pajama textures by sanatahagan on Nexus Mods#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#daiedit#dai gifs#cullen rutherford#cullen x trevelyan#cullen x inquisitor#cullen x female inquisitor#my gifs#selky plays dragon age#suggestive
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Honestly, Ashania Trevelyan would be absolutely terrifying to flirt with. Calm, cool, collected, with that glint of subtle superiority only born when one is raised to by a Lady of Vasenarg.
But all that collapses when a pretty lady flirts with her. At least with men, she understands her sexuality well enough to be able to match their wit (or at times, their lack thereof.) But poor girl never has thought about being attracted to women that goes into panic mood when flirted by them, lol. I think it's a fun dynamic. She can tease Cullen, but pretty girls can get revenge for him, lmao.
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#da#dai#dragon age ocs#dragon age trevelyan#my ocs#ashania trevelyan#female trevelyan#f!trevelyan#cullen rutherford#trevelyan x cullen#f!trevelyan x cullen
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𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
⭑ 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙐𝙥 ⭑
𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 | 𝙁𝙚𝙣'𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡 | 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛
𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙨
𝘾𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙙
𝙄𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡
𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙧 | 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡
𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚
𝙀𝙢𝙢𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣
𝙇𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜
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#solas#solas x reader#solas x inquisitor#solas dragon age#solas x female lavellan#varric x reader#varric tethras x reader#cullen rutherford x reader#cullen x inquisitor#cullen x reader#cullen x lavellan#iron bull x inquisitor#iron bull x lavellan#iron bull x trevelyan#blackwall x reader#blackwall x inquisitor#blackwall x lavellan#blackwall x trevelyan#thom rainier x reader#lucanis x rook#lucanis x reader#lucanis dellamorte x rook#lucanis dellamorte x reader#emmrich volkarin x rook#emmrich x rook#lace harding#lace harding x reader#lace harding x rook#harding x rook#iron bull
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I'm the kind of fan girl who's been loving Cullen since DAO...It's soooooo good to have a chance to romance him DAI!
My Inky is a jumpy happy little mage from house Trevelyan, who couldn't help herself falling love with her ex-templar commander. Despite their different opinions on work, Maggie and Cullen seek emotional support from each other...Things work out for them
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dai#cullen stanton rutherford#cullen rutherford#cullen x inquisitor#cullen x trevelyan#inquisitor trevelyan#cullen x female trevelyan#indulge my mage x templar fixation#my sweet couple
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🦁 Cœur de Lion 🦁
As Thedas is plunged into chaos, Aithne Trevelyan desperately seeks to escape the suffocating grip of her noble family and the haunting memories of the Ostwick Circle. Each day is a battle against the echoes of her past, as she longs for a life free from her painful upbringing. Cullen Rutherford, former Knight-Captain of the Kirkwall Circle, fights his own demons. The scars of lyrium addiction run deep, leaving him to grapple with the remnants of a life filled with despair; Cullen feels unworthy of love and redemption. Thrown together as the sky falls apart, both will have to learn to set aside their tempestuous pasts and confront the evils that threaten to engulf everything they hold dear. Through trials involving family, conflict and magic, will love bring them together or ultimately tear them apart?
🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁
A full Trevelyan/Cullen fic that I might extend to Veilguard, with the Inquisitor as the main character because fuck you Bioware. What was Veilguard. Look how you massacred my egg Solas. You took a perfectly good elven god and ruined him. He has anxiety and so do the rest of us after that shit.
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age spoilers#cullen rutherford#cullen x inquisitor#dai#inquisitor#cassandra pentaghast#josephine montilyet#dorian x trevelyan#solavellan#solavellan hell#solasmance#solas x lavellan#solas x female lavellan#mage rights#chantry#dragon age trevelyan#inquisitor trevelyan#dragon age fanfiction
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Alright I finally started playing Dragon Age Inquisition
And u know what? I hate it. For a choice between romancing Cullen(completely soft, better then Alistair 100 times) and Sera(lil motherfucker)
Sooo, what was your choice? And why?
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#lavellan#bioware#dragon age origins#cullen rutherford#cassandra pentaghast#sera#iron bull#romancing#inquisitor lavellan#inquisitor trevelyan#female inquisitor#Inquisitor#Harold#herald of andraste#I gave up and romanced Curly in the end
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"Safe and solid, protecting and proud. He feels like quiet, stronger when you hold him."❤️🩹
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Spoils of the Avvar
Summary:
After visiting the Avvar, Quiz shyly admits to Cullen that she'd like to see him in nothing but his furry mantle and a loincloth. He opts to surprise her with a full-throttle, bride-stealing Avvar roleplay one night.
Originally written for dragonage_kink, 2015
Warnings: consensual dub-con roleplay
Tags: Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan; Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford;
Roleplay; Sexual Roleplay; Virginity Roleplay; Explicit Sexual Content; Established Relationship; Avvar Cullen; Sexual Fantasy; Roleplaying dubious consent; But not actual dubious consent; Furry Mantle fetish; Cullen is game for anything apparently; really cliched speech; sex is better with barbarians; Oral Sex; some people are better at roleplaying than others; dominant cullen;
Chapter One
“They’ve read his books?” Josephine looked delighted.
“Well, one of them has,” Evelyn said, grinning. “He only mentioned Hard in Hightown, though. Nothing about . . . the others.”
“They’d hardly need something like Swords and Shields, though, would they?” Josephine asked. “Somehow the Avvar have always seemed so, so naturally bodice-ripping.” The women ignored the sotto voce “Maker’s breath . . .” from the other side of the war table.
“There is more to romance than tearing off one’s clothes,” Cassandra objected. “And they wear so much fur, it cannot be easily done.”
“Oh, the Avvar understand romance, Cassandra,” Leliana replied, a little smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. “There may be less bodice-ripping, but there’s enough dashing warriors and swooning maidens and bride-stealing in any good Avvar tale to satisfy even you.”
Cassandra made a disgusted noise.
“I can picture the dashing warriors,” Evelyn said, thoughtful, “they’re all very tall, and their weapons are massive; I – “ she broke off at a choked sound from the final advisor.
“Can we decide on a strategy for this issue, or should we table the discussion?” Cullen asked, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck as he refused to meet anyone’s eyes.
Leliana turned to the door. “Some scouts have recently returned; I’ll see if they have new information. Josie, find out if we have anything useful to trade. They do enjoy Orlesian spices; it could open another door for us.”
Evelyn leaned against the war table as the three women filed out, Cullen fiddling with one of the map-markers. He looked up suddenly as the door shut. “Massive weapons?” he grinned. “How did you see any of their weapons?”
“Well, they wear them right out in the open. Big hammers. Swords made for just the right sheath.” She smirked at him. “Your ears are red.”
“You’ve been gone for two bloody weeks, and before you even say hello you’re talking about hammers and, and bodices. And ripping bodices.” His arm snaked around her as he bent his head. “I never knew you had such a filthy mind,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to hers.
“I missed you,” she whispered against his lips, when at last they parted.
“Surrounded by dashing Avvar warriors, and you thought of me?” His lips traced a path down her neck as he slid a steadying arm around her waist.
“I thought of you a lot,” she confessed, sighing against his cheek. “Especially you in your furry mantle. Sometimes in nothing else.”
His warm breath huffed against her neck as he chuckled. “What, really?” She made an affirmative sound and he straightened, looking into her eyes. “Just the coat?”
“And maybe a loincloth. Sometimes paint.”
“I only wear loincloths on very special occasions.”
“We could go to my chambers and see how special today is . . .”
The blare of a horn signaled the return of Bull’s Chargers from their latest task. Evelyn sighed. They would want to debrief as soon as possible and move on to their celebratory drinking. “I think we’ll need to make it special very quickly.”
Chapter Two
The water hit her aching muscles, almost too hot to bear but instantly relaxing her. The scent of crushed embrium filled the steamy air, and Evelyn leaned back against the tub. Another long journey, nearly a month this time. A month of cold splashing baths and no tea and no Cullen.
Still no Cullen. He’d stood beside her at the war table as she gave her report, his fingers brushing against hers (quite brazenly, she’d thought, which was unlike him when he was on-duty), and hadn’t done more than murmur “that sounds like a good idea” when she’d mentioned going to the baths. She’d rather hoped he’d join her, but she was turning red and wrinkly and there was still no sign of him. Sighing, she wrapped a robe around herself and headed toward her chambers, hoping it was late enough to shortcut across the Great Hall without being noticed.
The Hall was utterly empty; not even Varric sat by the fire. Evelyn stared down the length of the room, a tense feeling creeping over her. Even in the evenings Vivienne would often be up researching and crafting, usually – if it wasn’t too late – with a young courtier dancing attendance on her. But all was still, as if the world held its breath.
Unsettled, she pushed open the door to her corridor and closed it decidedly behind her. A prickling feeling at the back of her neck made her spin around, peering into the shadows. Her heart pounded painfully as she heard a breath, a movement, a –
“Cullen?” She collapsed against the door, pressing a hand to her chest. “Andraste’s flaming hairy damned . . . things, why are you lurking in the dark?”
“I was waiting for you, lady.” His voice was different, deeper, darker, with an edge and an accent not his own.
Evelyn pulled her robe tighter and tried to look indignant. “I . . . I waited for you, in the baths.”
“Your men might have seen me, lady. I couldn’t let myself be thwarted beforetimes.”
“Um.” He stepped out of the shadows, the pale light from the windows shining on his hair, twinkling off the hilt of the sword strapped to his back. Strapped to his back? He wore it at his side. She’d made him choke on a frilly cake once, running her fingers over the pommel during an endless meeting with nobles. But now he had it – the sheath was – her cheeks flamed almost painfully as she realized that his sheath was missing because his trousers were missing because he wasn’t wearing trousers because he was naked – blessed Andraste, was that a loincloth? – under his mantle. His furry. His mantle. The mantle with the fur. The furry mantle she wanted to see him in and nothing but a loincloth and
“Paint?” she asked tentatively.
The light struck the side of his face and she saw swirling kohl markings down his cheek, around his eye. He looked wild, and dangerous, and somehow bigger than usual and oh, Maker, he moved like a prowling lion as he approached. If she pressed any closer to the door she’d leave an Inquisitor-shaped hole in it, and anyway this was Cullen, and she’d asked for this. Something like this, anyway.
His breath whispered across her face, his eyes hooded as she looked up at him. “Is this for me?” she murmured.
“I would do anything for you, lady.” His body pressed against hers, his hands sliding to her waist. “Let me claim you. Let me have you.” Her breath hitched as his lips traced the shell of her ear. “Submit to me, my pretty lowland maid.”
Evelyn felt giggles, unbidden, threatened to erupt from her throat. It wasn’t funny, she wasn’t amused, she was – she was nervous, just as if this were real. Well, two could play at this game.
Wriggling ineffectively, she threw her head back (a bit too hard, it bonked against the door and Cullen winced for her) and exclaimed “owOh, oh no ser, no! I must not!”
Even in the dimness, she could see his grin. His hold tightened. “Don’t fight me, lass. You shall be mine.”
“Unhand me, you barbarian!” His mouth twitched, then he swooped down and claimed hers. His lips, usually so soft, were hard against hers, demanding. He pulled her body tight against his, his muscled thigh slipping between hers. She mewled against his mouth as he rocked them together.
“Barbarian, am I?” he growled, tangling his hand in her hair. “A barbarian would take you here, against this wall, and let your people hear you scream. Let the men who want you hear your pleasure and know that a barbarian has given it to you.” Stooping, he swept her up into his arms. “I am no barbarian, lady. You will beg me lay claim to you.”
He started toward her chambers, stopping at the first flight of steps to rearrange her weight while she tapped her fists against his chest, protesting quietly. “No, you mustn’t! Let me go! Put me down – No, really, Cullen, put me down, these stairs are tricky.”
Setting her down, he looked momentarily stymied, then – “Will you walk to your fate, lass, or must I force you?”
“I needn’t be carried like a babe, ser. But, but you will not have me, brute!” she flung at him, marching up the stairs. As he followed, Evelyn was certain she heard him snickering.
Chapter Three
The fire was blazing, furs were piled into a nest before the hearth, and Evelyn took a moment to appreciate how much effort Cullen had put into this night. She gazed at him warmly as he approached, skin golden in the firelight. He smiled lopsidedly and reached for her, brushing the hair from her face and gently pressing his lips to hers.
“All that I have is yours, lady.” Cullen leaned his forehead against hers, eyes softening for an instant, before turning predatory. “If I may have all that is yours.”
“I have nothing, ser,” Evelyn said, looking down modestly.
He pulled her closer, provoking a gasp as his hardness pressed against her stomach. “No, lass, you have everything I desire.” One finger traced the line of her throat down, down, following the edge of her robe and dipping between her breasts. Evelyn squeaked and pushed at him, drawing a grin as he held her tight.
“I warned you not to fight.” Cullen’s smile turned hungry. Evelyn had only a moment to brace herself before his leg swept behind hers and he bore her to the ground atop the furs. His body radiated heat, and the scent of him, the warmth of the mantle cocooning them, made her feel as if the world had disappeared and there was nothing left but the two of them. She craved the caress of his naked skin against hers, the slick of their sweat as they moved together. Her legs parted, cradling him in the center of her being. His eyes glazed as the heat of her brushed his still-covered cock.
Pinning her wrists in one large, calloused hand, Cullen raised himself enough to force open the robe. “Conquering you will be so sweet,” he murmured, cupping her breast with his free hand. She arched beneath him as he flicked his thumb against her nipple, her cry swallowed by a punishing kiss. Trapped beneath him, she could do no more than gasp when his mouth followed his hand, suckling at her, nipping and teasing. Pleasure arced through her veins and she struggled against him, needing to touch him, to stroke him, to pleasure him as well as he did her.
“Please . . . please, Cullen-“ she gasped, and he released her, lifting her enough to pull the robe from her body. Evelyn wrapped her arms around him, fingers running through the fur at his neck and up into his hair. Her lips sought his, and she felt him tremble and for a moment thought the games were over and he would take her then, hard and needful.
Instead he nuzzled at her neck, seeking that sensitive spot below her ear, murmuring softly as he unwound her arms and laid her back into the nest. The fur beneath her was soft, smooth against her bare skin. She wanted to writhe against it, against the fur and against him, trapped between them until she could feel nothing else. She reached for him as he leaned over her and he caught her hand, brought it to his mouth.
“Lowlander,” he whispered, her pulse jumping as his lips brushed over her wrist. “Open yourself to me.” He kissed the tip of each finger, then guided her hand down his chest and lower, lower to the straining hardness still hidden in the loincloth. “You see that I need you. Let me give us both pleasure, my sweet maiden.”
“Ser, I cannot.” Evelyn gazed at him through her lashes, schooling her face into what she hoped was a wide-eyed innocence (but feared was just simple-minded). She pressed her lips together to keep from giggling. “Please, ser. My maidenhead is all that I have, and it belongs to my husband.”
She wasn’t sure how he would react – was it too much? – but she got her answer when Cullen ground against her, eyes black with desire. He was so hard, and he knew exactly where she was most needy. She gasped and arched beneath him as he thrust again, then loomed over her.
“Your maidenhead,” he scoffed. “You writhe like a cat in heat, lass; you’re ready to be taken. You need it. And,” he lowered himself until his weight pressed her into the furs, his lips against her ear, “when I’m inside you, you’ll call me husband.”
How could something so staid and . . . and socially acceptable sound so unimaginably filthy? Evelyn whimpered and bucked helplessly against him as he sucked and bit at her neck, his hands leaving trails of fire as they roamed her skin, cupping her breast gently, then giving a bold squeeze. He swallowed her gasp, stole her breath with his kiss, and descended lower. He stroked the tender flesh of her thigh, watching her face with heavy-lidded eyes. As his fingers brushed through her curls, Evelyn gasped and reached for him.
At once, he gripped her wrist. “Be still, lass,” he whispered. “Let me please you.” She pulled against his grip, twisting against his strength, needing to touch him, to stroke his hair, to show him how very much he did please, but she could not break free. “I said lie still,” he said, his voice harsh. “Else I will bind you, and you will be at my mercy. Do you want that?”
“Oh Maker, yes,” she whispered. “But not now.”
“Not now,” he agreed. “Later, I’m going to fuck the air from your lungs. But for now,” he kissed the back of her hand, “be my good girl and let me love you.”
“Yes, ser,” she breathed, as he dropped her hand and slid both of his along the crease of her thighs, cupping her mound between them. He pressed a kiss, almost chastely, to her plump mons, then his thumbs parted her lips and he gently kissed her hooded pearl. Evelyn held her breath, held herself still, as his breath ghosted over her, his thumbs stroking along her lips. If she’d thought herself wet before, it was nothing compared to the moisture gathering as he toyed with her. He kissed her again, and she sobbed in need.
“Like a cat,” he whispered against her, so softly she didn’t hear it, couldn’t hear it, but she felt it crawl inside her skin, sparking against her nerves and setting her aflame.
“Please. Please, ser.”
“Please what, darling?” He kissed her again, just a touch of his lips to her, and her thighs quivered.
“Please kiss me there,” she whimpered, lifting her hips to show him.
Cullen chuckled. “I am kissing you there. Do you want more?” Before she could respond, he licked a long line up the seam of her lips, dipping deeper to flick against her clit, and she wailed.
“Yes, yes, Maker, yes please pleasepleaseCullen!”
He buried his face between her thighs and devoured her. His lips closed around her clit and he sucked, hard, as his long fingers teased her entrance, opening her gently. The contrast made her writhe. Evelyn covered her face with her hands as he stroked her slowly, invading her patiently, inexorably.
Cullen pulled his mouth from her with a gasp. “Maker’s breath, you’re so wet,” he said, sounding awed. “You’re dripping.” His finger curled inside her, and she mewled as he added another, sliding in a little more quickly, curling to match the other. His thumb pressed against her nub, the tips of his fingers found that perfect spot, and as he lowered his mouth to her again Evelyn sent up a prayer of thanks for this man and his hands. And his mouth. And his – and his – his hand thrust harder, his tongue flicked against her, and suddenly she was bucking and shaking, sounds like a trapped animal coming from her mouth. Cullen pushed her through it, not stopping until she twisted away and closed her legs. He chuckled as her thighs trapped his hand; he cupped her gently and let her ride him until the final throes dissipated.
Chapter Four
A warm drowsiness spread through her, limbs too heavy to move. Her eyes blinked slowly at the shadows on the ceiling, hazy and sinuous. Cullen gathered her into his arms, nuzzling her ear, his lips moving slowly along her neck. She could easily fall into sleep in this moment. She might, actually. It would take huge incentive to keep her awake. She shifted against Cullen.
Ah, there it was.
Evelyn cuddled close and rocked her hips, smiling lazily at his hiss. “Oh, ser, what have you done to me? I have thrown away all modesty for the sake of a few kisses!”
She felt his lips press against her temple. “Sweet maid,” he murmured, voice achingly low, “how can modesty stand against such delights of the flesh?” He seized her thigh, pulling it up over his hip, rocking hard against her. A bolt of pleasure shot down to her toes, and she gasped. His thumb caressed her lower lip. “And now you shall show me the same delights.”
Evelyn gasped theatrically, as heat spread through her body. “I cannot!”
Cullen smirked at her. “You don’t fight like an outraged maiden any longer, lass. Do not speak like one.”
Evelyn jerked out of his grasp and sat up, drawing a fur close around her body. “How dare you! It’s not my fault that a barbarian has kidnapped me and ravished me – “
“I haven’t ravished you yet.”
“ – threatened to ravish me, and made me feel such unmaidenly things – “
“And squeal such unmaidenly things.” Cullen was grinning outright, his grin, not his Avvar-predator smirk. Evelyn leaned forward, pecked her lips against his scar, and gave him a shove. It was like pushing a boulder.
“You beast!”
She surged upward, almost reaching the stairs before he caught her in his unyielding arms, pulling her tight against his chest. “Unhand me, or I will call the guards!”
“Do you want them to see your shame, lass?” He tugged the fur loose, baring her to the cool night air. Her nipples hardened, her skin flushed. “I will have you. I do not care who sees.”
“I could have you here where we stand,” he whispered, his hands moving down her body. He thrust against her, his heart thumping unsteadily against her back. “Would you like that, sweet? Do you want me to mount you, here, like a stallion covers a mare?”
Oh, Maker’s fucking breath yes.
Maker, he was still clothed. Well, still loinclothed. And furred.
His hand slipped between her legs, through the dampness that lingered, and parted her folds with an obscene sound. “That is no way for a maiden to be claimed, but I will do it unless you yield to me.”
Evelyn shook her head, gasping as his fingers drew circles around her bud. His other hand pressed against her back, gently but inexorably bearing her down against the railing. She rested her cheek on the cool stone and rocked against him, against his hand and against the thick weight that thrust against her core. He could almost push into her, just enough to make her thighs tremble and head swirl, and her breath caught on a sob when he removed his hand from her and pulled away.
“Cullen. Cullen, please,” she whispered as he caressed her back. “I need you. Maker, please fuck me.”
A rustle of cloth, and his cock slipped between her folds. Evelyn braced herself to push back against him, to take him deep, but he held her in place with more control than she’d known he possessed.
“Sweetheart, if you do what you’re thinking our evening will be over far too soon for my pride to bear.”
Her answering chuckle turned into a groan as he thrust so very slowly into her, shallowly as he would a true maiden. He was so careful with her, so gentle she felt overwhelmed with it, overwhelmed with the fullness of him moving inside her and with the fullness in her heart. He stroked her tenderly, running his fingers through her hair, whispering soothingly to her, until at last he was buried completely inside her. Bending over her, Cullen kissed her shoulders, her back, the hair at the base of her neck.
“Cull . . .” her voice choked off, unable to squeeze past the feeling of her heart lodged in her throat.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his own voice thick. “Darling. Evelyn.”
At last he moved, pulling back until he lay just within her, thrusting forward slowly until the tip of him touched her womb, repeating until she writhed beneath him. She felt him smile against her shoulder.
“Lass, are you ready?”
“Oh yes . . . yes.” Evelyn braced herself as he straightened and began to move in earnest, his hips beating out a quick rhythm against her buttocks that matched the pulsing in her blood. She began to arch against him, and his hands pressed her down again, against the railing, holding her a still vessel for his lust.
“That’s it, sweet, take me deep, let me fill you, let me – ah – let me have you,” his voice broke and he gasped, hips stuttering. Evelyn gripped the railing and pushed back, forcing him deeper, to the barest instant of pain. Her breath came in sharp staccato moans, her cunt aching with need. She was so close, Maker, give her only a moment more and she’d –
She jumped as his hand swatted across her backside, then squealed in outrage as he withdrew from her.
“I did warn you,” Cullen said, more teasing than reproachful.
“You absolute bastard,” she hissed, turning on him. He laughed and caught her hands, pulling her against him and capturing her mouth with his.
He spun them toward the bench that rested by the railing and sat, pulling her into his lap, guiding her legs to cradle him, his cock nudging her entrance. “I need you like his,” he whispered against her lips. “Need to hold you.” She shifted against him and took him inside, took him fully as he took her mouth again. “Need to see your face as you come apart on my cock.”
His hands fell to her hips and lifted her, guided her, settled her into a rhythm that had them both crying out. His hot breath ghosted across her breasts, his mouth suckling her until she arched back, running her hands through his golden curls to hold him against her. She had no words now, only mindless mewls that fell from her lips with every thrust of his hips. One arm wrapped around her hips, moving her quickly; the other hand slipped between them. At the press of his thumb against her bud, Evelyn hissed and Cullen raised his head to look in her eyes.
“Look at me,” he ordered, pulling her hips down hard. “Look. At. Me. I need – “
Her body quaked.
She saw only his amber eyes,
felt her cunt clench,
heard an animal moan,
(is it me? Is that me?)
felt warmth filling her,
bathing her core.
When at last she returned to her body, her own body, the body on Thedas and not in some desire demon-wracked corner of the fade, her head lay against Cullen’s chest, his heart pounding in her ears.
She smiled and cuddled closer. “That was the nicest welcome-home-from-a-bog gift anyone has ever given me.”
“I certainly hope so.” His voice was rough and breathless, his lips soft as they grazed her forehead. “I’ll carry you to bed in a moment. Or, no, we need to. Um.”
Maker’s breath, that he could blush after what he’d just done to her.
“We need to clean the barbarian seed from my freshly-ravished thighs?” Cullen made a noise, half-laughing, half-choking.
“Just so, my pretty lowland maid.”
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