Cullen and Inquisitor Lavellan enjoy a competitive game of chess. (NSFW)
The pawn clacked on the board as Cullen set it down. Studying the chessboard, Silvia Lavellan knew she would be done for in a few moves. The commander's eyes met hers, a triumphant smirk spreading wide across his face.
"Your move," he chuckled, his voice low and taunting.
A cool breeze whipped in, rustling the garden leaves and the elf's auburn hair, tied back in a ponytail. I have to do something. I don't think I can stand to hear him gloat again. And then, an idea hit her. I'm going to break that iron-willed concentration of his.
She reviewed the board once more, placing a finger to her chin thoughtfully. This was all just a ruse, since she already knew the move she was going to make, as she wiggled her foot out of her boot. As soon as her foot was free, Silvia gently touched the commander's leg. With deliberate movements, her foot began its ascent on Cullen's leg. The higher her foot rose, the more Cullen's triumphant expression congealed to somewhere between shock and confusion. When she came to a halt at his outer thigh, he seemed to freeze in place with a wide-eyed stare, raised eyebrows, and slightly parted lips.
The elf moved her last remaining knight forward, hoping Cullen wouldn't take it. With unhurried movements, she removed her foot.
Silvia arched a brow. "Your turn."
Huffing out a breath, he returned his attention to the game. The Inquisitor, resting her chin in her palm with an elbow propped on the table, tried her best to hide her spreading smirk while her leg began rising up the inner part of his lower calf. The more she rose, the more Cullen's brow furrowed. Above the knee, just a little higher- Silvia's foot was now resting squarely in his lap.
"What are you-?" He glanced around, but they were entirely alone in the gardens.
"I'm just playing the game, Commander. Please continue," the elf said, beaming an enigmatic grin.
She waited until his focus was elsewhere to move again. Scooting to the edge of her seat, she slid her foot up and back ever so slightly, feeling the lengthy hardened bulge beneath the leather breeches. His breath hitched. He grasped her heel, desperate to stop the movements, but he could not prevent her from curling and uncurling her toes as she continued to massage him. Cullen, with flushed cheeks and an unsteady hand, managed to move a rook to an arbitrary corner of the board.
"Y-your turn," his voice cracked.
She leisurely withdrew her foot. Cullen's hand squeezed her hand from underneath the table, and pulled her hand to the now rock-hard bulge of his trousers.
"I see what you're doing," he said leaning over the chessboard, flashing her a wicked grin, "And I can do it too."
Gripping her hand tight, Cullen curled her fingers so that they squeezed his immense cock. Silvia bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth. Without being prompted to, she squeezed again, harder this time. Her heart fluttered at the thought of her love deeply aroused by her touch alone. Breathing deep, she stroked once more. Closing his eyes, he stifled a moan. A few curls had come loose and fell on his forehead, beading with sweat. With a shaky hand, the elf moved her queen a few spaces. As soon as she moved, Cullen flicked his king over.
"Y-you win," he sighed, voice breaking as releasing the grip on Silvia's hand.
"Care for a rematch?" Silvia asked in a hushed heady tone, leaning over the board, "In your quarters?"
A slow smirk spread across his face. "I'd love that."