#dragon age demon

[cupiditas-and-ao3]

Day 24 of Duck Prints Press' Kinks-Your-Tober! Hemipenes and Glory Hole for you monster lovers out there

Content warning: fic implies non-con is coming but stops before we get there also mage/templar dynamics in DA:O are... something

Cullen had a long day. No one ever complained about the stairs, sure, but every Templar hated them. Hated more that they had to walk up and down them all day. Check on the mages, monitor the mages, make sure the mages are doing what they’re supposed to. While they had to lug around all that armor up thirteen flights of steep stone stairs for the fun of it. Like the armor would actually protect them from anything the mages could do. 

It was a relief when he had his break on the apprentice floor. More of an embarrassing relief than he would ever admit as he slunk into the storage closet where he took his breaks on this floor. Long ago, someone had cut a hole into the wall between the apprentices quarters and the storage closet. Not Cullen, of course, he would never. But he would use the efforts someone else had put in to get a modicum of relief. 

When The Warden was here - no don’t think of her - but he couldn’t not. When she was here, he liked to imagine that she was the one who happened across the hole in the wall. The one who wet her lips and wrapped them tight around his hardened cock. That she was the one gagging on him and swallowing him like her life depended on it. He winced at the thought. Too soon, too heartless of a thought. 

Still, without her he couldn’t resist the storage closet and the relief it promised. He couldn’t resist spending the precious time it took to shuck off his armor and leave it abandoned in the corner of the closet while he knocked on the side of the wall. 

His hand was already down his pants and stroking when he heard the knock back. He couldn’t stop the moan at the promise that knock brought. He was about to slide his cock through, to invite the imagined mage with her gorgeous hair and pretty eyes to give him the pleasure only thoughts of her brought when another appendage took up the place he’d intended to fill. 

It was thick, that much he could tell. He felt a modicum of embarrassment at his comparative showing, the thick curve of his replacement barely fit through the hole. A thick rigid vein strained against the top of it. That was where the lack of light in the closet halted the ability to notice detail. 

Cullen never thought about sucking a cock himself. Never considered the possibility of being on the receiving end himself. His fantasies never allowed for it. Unless… 

He imagined the things his Warden could have done with magic (could do, he corrected for the sliver of sanity that kept him from breaking down at the news of her death at Ostagar) the things she could have conjured. He imagined her with that behemoth between her thighs, stroking it with both hands as she told him to kneel. His cock throbbed. 

The Apprentice on the other side of the wall was patient. Didn’t knock again. Didn’t leave. Waited. And Cullen sank to his knees. He had to duck his head, contort his body lower, just slightly, to meet the head of the cock with his lips. He imagined his Warden thrusting to his lips and he parted them. 

His tongue darted out, flicked along the swollen head. He watched it bob, watched it twitch with need. Heard the needy growl from the other side. He wrapped his lips around the tip and hollowed out his cheeks. He’d felt it done enough that he was confident in his ability to imitate a good blowjob. Or at least he was confident until the tip hit the back of his throat and he gagged on the few inches he’d managed to swallow. 

It was so big. He could have sworn there were ridges that flexed under his tongue. The bitter salt of precum was coating the back of his throat already. He felt the cock retreat, felt the buck of hips back against him. He could hear a stroking slap, wet and enthusiastic, on the other side of the wall. He couldn’t wonder at it too hard as the cock shoved back into his throat and he lost the ability to breathe again. 

He choked and gagged for what felt like ages. His fist pumping his own cock with a ferocity that he thought would make him raw. Every once in a while the cock would pull from his lips and dribbles of saliva and the monstrous cock’s precum would drop into his lap. He would use the moisture to thrust into his own hand and the cock would thrust into his mouth once more. His moans were muffled into soft choking sounds as he grew closer to his edge. 

“Come for me, little Templar,” the growled voice through the wall almost stopped him. 

But the order was just enough to obey in his cock drunk haze. He imagined his Warden, his beautiful Warden with her conjured cock in his throat, ordering him for her amusement and he burst apart at the seams. Cum blast against the wall in front of him, splattering white in the dark of the room. The cock in his mouth thrust deeper but seemed no closer to orgasm than it had when he’d started. 

It was in that moment that the voice registered as wrong. 

It was the very next moment that the Pride Demon’s thrust broke apart the wall. Cullen scrambled back, bricks and mortar falling to dust around him. His pants around his knees caught him, tangled him and prevented him from standing. 

“Where are you going, little Templar?” 

It was ridged. And purple, Cullen realized with the new light from the demon sized hole in the wall. And there were two of them. And Cullen had been sucking on the smaller of the two. The Pride Demon advanced on him. 

“I’m not done yet.”

[citree]

More older Kieran!! He’s still figuring things out 🥹

[snarkspawn]

did I doodle this mostly so I had an excuse to draw this spite reaction image?

(YES HAHAHA YES!!!)

[beaulesbian]

Emmrich & Lucanis banter about/with Spite because it's a very fun angle of conversation between them

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Spirit companions

[mythalism]

do you ever read through the solas and vivienne banter and lose your mind over what is some of the most interesting and telling solas characterization in the entire game

[thebaldursmouthgazette]

I’m sure Dumat being defeated the same year andraste was born means nothing

I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact that andrastes mother was part of a tribe who helped the grey wardens fight and defeat dumat the same year she was born, meaning that she could have been a fetus affected by the taint in the proximity of a dying arch demon

And the fact that nobody knows which grey warden killed dumat, as seven wardens died from injuries from his death throes, and therefore we cannot actually identify a warden who absorbed his soul, means nothing

And I’m sure it is a complete coincidence that andraste had dreams and visions of the being later referred to as the maker her whole life, and behaved strangely, talking about hearing lost voices and seeing strange auras. That absolutely doesn’t sound like anyone else we know

[not-so-blue]

solas greatly disapproves (?)

[pupkinpumpkin]

Ok but seriously, I think its so sweet whenever Spite covers Rook with his wings in the last romance scene

Like, Rook had been missing for WEEKS, Lucanis says he thought he'd never see them again. He's terrified of losing them and will repeatedly say that if he has to kill a god to be with them, he'd do it in a heartbeat!

Spite probably feels this way too. Rook is his favorite, they open doors, he trusts them above all others, they actually like him. Spite wrapping his wings around Rook is like an embrace. A way of showing how much both he and Lucanis missed them, how afraid they are that Rook is going to disappear again.

When he unfurls his wings, he lets them know that he and Lucanis will do anything to keep them safe and won't let anyone or anything hurt them ever again. Not while Rook is under his wings, and not while they're fighting gods

[sketchbeast]

No one can tell me Lucanis didn’t fall for Rook the moment he met her. 😤

[wardensantoineandevka]

[ilgattopatata]

god god i'm relistening to inquisition banter and it makes so much sense that it's varric to confront solas. solas is so fascinated by varric and varric is exactly the opposite of everything solas stands for. so what if orzammar is dying. dwarves still live. what is happening to the dwarves is exactly what happened to the elves but a hundred times slower and solas can't understand why varric wouldn't want to do anything to stop that. but varric never lived in a world that wasn't always changing.

[lavellaned]

I need a solavellan reunion, yes, but I also need solavellan meeting each other for the first time again.

It’s been an entire decade.

Give me solavellan not meeting each other as elvhen apostate and dalish hostage but as the Dread Wolf and the Inquisitor.

Give me solavellan meeting each other again on the other sides of their own apotheosis, free of pretense and masks.

Give me, “Is he still the man who hates tea, the curious man who wonders at the mundane beauties of life, the gentle man who supported a grieving spirit, the silly man who set his own coattails on fire, the loving man who called me his heart?”

Give me, “Is she still woman who surprised me at every turn, the strong woman who faced a would-be god so that others would be spared, the cunning woman who made an entire empire dance to her tune, the compassionate woman who would go out of her way to help the hurting, the open-minded woman who hadn’t scorned an outside view, the loving woman who vowed time and time again to protect me, the woman who changed everything?”

Give me solavellan meeting each other the first time again after 10 years and realize that, yes, you are still my vhenan.

[vultures-and-scavengers]

i appreciate that the plot points for inquisition are just a list of cullen's ptsd triggers. demons, red lyrium, red lyrium templars, demon armies, blood mages, possible blights, definite undead, tevinter mages, tears in the veil, and worst of all, *checks notes* orlesians.

[sotc]

what's it like being a guy who witnessed the deaths of those he loved taken from him at a young age and has spent his whole life since training to be an assassin and resigning himself to believing dealing death was all he was good for. being a guy who believed his life was always forfeit, the thought of wanting a fuller, different life beyond duties and expectations set for him was out of the question and death was his only escape. what if this guy goes through the most grueling torture hellscape of a prison for what seems like eternity until someone saves him. then this guy comes back and he learns his grandmother is gone and the threat of losing his cousin looms in the back of his mind but he has a world to save in the midst of all that so he offers his services to focus on settling a debt. now this guy is working alongside the team for some time and he starts to grow close (maybe more than he realizes but we'll get to that). finally the big moment to take down one of the gods comes and when the team needs him most, the plan goes awry and he misses his shot. now this guy isolates himself to sit alone with his demon(s), grueling and agonizing over every possible scenario of how it could've been different and how he could've done better, should've done better. except, what if you are a guy who also maybe doesn't realize it isn't simply a bruised ego about being 'whatever else i am, i'm a professional'. what if maybe you're a guy who believed if he can't employ that one skill he knows how to do - dealing death - to protect the ones he cares about, and save them and the world - what does he have left? what good is he for?

and then you have THIS:

coming from the man who is/was plagued by self doubt about his own self worth and abilities yet was willing to be so supportive of you!? coming from the man who begins to realize he can be there in other ways for the people he cares for beyond simply being a weapon??? honestly this man makes me feel ill. i love him.

[inkeyjay]

I am the REGRET of a GOD, YOU-