Warning: This chapter gets a little rough at the end. Don't read if you're sensitive.
After Corypheus had been defeated, business in Skyhold calmed down a bit. The Inquisition still had plenty of work cut out for itself, but at least it wasn't always a matter of life and death anymore.
Most importantly to Cullen, he had much more time to... pursue the Inquisitor.
He wondered if there would ever be an end to his growing desire for her. He had thought that having her would make his need level out a bit, not continue to grow with each passing day, as it did. The more he saw here, the more he touched her and kissed her and the more he made love to her...
The more he wanted her. Always hungry for more.
He would have felt awkward and not a little creepy with his obsession over her were it not for the fact that she seemed to feel equally as obsessed over him.
She often surprised him when he was walking the corridors of Skyhold, appearing out of nowhere and pulling him into a dark corner, kissing him and touching him and whispering things in his ear that made his knees weak. He loved her stealthy ways.
Other times, she would do the opposite of sneaking by dismissing an entire room full of people, because according to her, she refused to wait another second to kiss him while he stood there and looked so tempting.
She had done just such a thing yesterday. Cullen felt his face flush when he thought of it and had to lean back against the wall in his office for support when the memory swept in.
Trev had been sitting in the throne room in judgement, Cullen standing beside her, calling out the names and the supposed crimes of the accused.
After the last sentencing was done, she rose from her throne and said, loud and clear:
"Everybody out. I have important business to discuss with the Commander."
People rolled their eyes and some snickered, but they all obediently trudged out of the room while Trev instructed the guards to 'punch' anyone who tried to come in through the doors while she was in there.
"Wasn't that a little harsh..." Cullen began but was interrupted by her hungry lips on his.
"Hush, now. I have better things on my mind than talking..." she mumbled when she withdrew from the kiss to breathe.
"Oh?" Cullen said while kissing her down her neck, one of his hands snaking down to her backside and pushing her against him so she could feel what she did to him.
"I want to play a game, Cullen. Do you want to play with me?" she asked and he nodded, trying to swallow the nervous feeling building in him. He wanted her, he just didn't want her to be disappointed in his performance.
"Remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want, Cullen. I just want a bit of fun, but if you want to stop, just say the word, no hard feelings."
He just nodded again, and gasped in surprise as she pushed him down into the throne.
"Wait here."
Cullen watched her disappear into her quarters. His heart was beating fast and he wondered what she had in store for him. It would probably be something good, something that made his blood burn, like always with her.
A few minutes later she came back. Cullen raised his eyebrows when he saw that she was wearing mage robes. Not covering a whole lot of skin, either.
His breath caught in his throat when she kneeled before him, putting her hands on his legs.
"Did you ever do something in the Circle that you shouldn't have, Cullen?" she almost whispered, her voice crackling with lust.
Maker's breath! What is she doing?
"N-no! What... what do you mean?"
She slid the hand on his leg further up, slowly, agonizingly slowly.
"There must have been an abundance of pretty, little mage girls there. And with the way that you look, Ser Templar... I can't imagine they left you alone. And don't try to deny it. There are girls chasing you everywhere. Like in Halamshiral, you know it."
Cullen didn't know what to say. Was she jealous? Was this some kind of trick to get him to admit something? Or was it just a game?
"I... I don't know..." was all he managed to say before her hand pressed against his inner thigh, so close to his growing erection that he whimpered. Actually whimpered, like a boy.
"Did you ever do something inappropriate with the mage girls?" She stretched herself up towards his face, offering him a full view down her robe, while her hand traced the contours of his face, with that feathery touch that made his breath hitch. "Did you like watching them? They must have been falling over each other, offering themselves up to the you." She put her mouth against his ear and her tongue darted out and licked him. "Did you take any of them?" she whispered.
For a second, Cullen had a horrible flashback to the time he was tortured in the Circle, the desire demon trying to break him with images of the Amell girl who he'd been infatuated with.
But that was a long time ago, and Trev was no demon. She was his. He was a Templar no longer, and he could do what he wanted with her. He actually felt freed, empowered even, by the thought of turning this into a game. A way for him to take control, forget the torture that he'd always associated with his time in the Circle.
Just let go.
No one but Trev would have control over him any longer.
"There... was a girl." He looked at Trev, searching for any anger in her face, but she looked pleased. He understood that it didn't matter if he told the truth or not. It was all part of the game.
"Tell me about her. What did you do to her?" She continued teasing his ear with her tongue, making it difficult for Cullen to speak.
"I watched her. I... watched her in ways that were not always appropriate."
Trev purred like a cat against his ear. "Bad, bad Templar."
"Yes..." he whispered, eyes closed as her hands were everywhere on him now, and she started working on unclasping his armor.
"What did you do to her? Did you kiss her?" She dropped pieces of his armor unceremoniously on the floor. "Did you fuck her?"
"N-no... I mean... yes... I kissed her once. But I stopped myself after that. I couldn't... defile her like that."
Cullen kept his eyes closed, not daring to look at Trev, not knowing how she would react. He heard something rip. He looked up to see her, now standing up before him, cutting her robes open with one of her daggers. The robes were cut down the middle, all the way down to her waist. Were it not for her long, flowing, golden hair hanging down over her shoulders and down her upper body, he would have seen her naked skin, flushed from heat.
"If I'd have been a pretty, little mage in your Circle... Would you have defiled me?" She looked at him with her chin tilted up defiantly, looking every bit the part of a cheeky mage.
"Andraste preserve me..." he mumbled. He'd never been turned on by anything like this before. It was so forbidden. Trev knew that. She wanted him to give in to the fantasy, he could tell.
"I said, would you have defiled me? Would I have made you break? Abandon all you vows, just for one, sweet little taste?" She was down on her knees again, touching the floor with her hands, actually crawling before him.
Cullen felt his head spin. She was giving up her power. She was always in control of everything, but Cullen understood that she sought release from that responsibility, if only for a short time.
He intended to give her that release.
He reached forward and gripped her wrist, hard.
"Yes."
She bowed her head and grabbed his ankle with her free hand, wrapping herself around it.
"Oh, Ser Templar, I've been such a bad little mageling!" she cried out in a voice much lighter and more innocent than her own. "I've seen the way you look at me when I study, the way your eyes roam over me when I'm practising, and I can't help myself... I touch myself every night, pretending it's your hands on me, your big, strong arms surrounding my small body. I want you to..."
She looked up at him, biting her lower lip, her eyes exaggeratedly big and innocent.
Cullen could feel himself being completely swept away, desperate to go along with the fantasy.
He yanked her up by the wrist he was still holding, so she had her face in his lap.
"You want to what? Tell me what you dream of me doing to you when you touch yourself," he snarled.
"I dream of you watching me in the library, waiting until the other mages and templars have all left. And then you walk up to me and drag me behind a bookshelf and have your wicked way with me," she whispered.
"More," he demanded, groaning as her hand began to stroke the inside of his thigh.
"You yank my robes up... You push me against the wall, you plant wet kisses all over my skin... You start to touch me between my legs, your glove still on..." Trev took his hand and took one of his fingers in her mouth, not caring that he did indeed have his gloves on. She sucked on it and moaned, and Cullen groaned and shifted in the throne, his erection painfully strained against the fabric that held it in, before she continued.
"Then you shove your finger inside me, and then another... and I know it's wrong, a Templar shouldn't be doing this to me, but Maker, it just feels so fucking good..."
Cullen turned out to be right when he thought before that she would set his blood on fire. She'd talked dirty to him before but this was just a whole other level. He couldn't think straight, he just had to have her, in some way, in any way.
He dragged her up onto his lap, and ripped the rest of her robes open. The fabric fell to the floor and she was sitting on top of him, naked.
Cullen groaned as he searched for her opening, and pushed his still gloved hand against it, and pushed a finger in.
Trev threw her head back. "Yes, right there! Oh, Ser Templar! I knew you'd feel amazing."
She worked herself on top of him, pushing her hips up and down as she fucked herself with his fingers.
Cullen was breathing heavily, he knew he couldn't take this much longer.
"You're a naughty little one, aren't you? Do you think of all the templars like this? Do you dream of all of us fucking you?" he whispered, grabbing her neck with his other hand and forcing her to look at him.
"No... oh... only you, Ser..." she said, never ceasing to move her hips.
He lifted her off him and stood up and bent her over the side of the throne.
"I'll show you what I do to bad little mages like you," he said, his voice raspy and heavy with lust. He untied his breeches and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock. He grabbed it and guided it towards the wetness between her legs while holding both her wrists behind her back with his other hand.
Trev squirmed under him, trying to push herself up to meet him.
"Yes, do it! Show me Ser, I deserve it. Take me!" she whimpered.
He pushed himself into her and couldn't keep himself from groaning out loud, the feeling of her cunt clamping tightly around him was so exquisite.
"Sweet Maker, you're so big, Ser Templar... are all templars like this?"
Cullen pushed himself harder and faster into her, the sight of her squirming and moaning beneath him spurring him on.
"You are not going to even think of another templar besides me, is that clear? Or another mage. If I catch you with someone else, I'm going to make you pay. You understand?" he snarled at her, so deep into their game now, driven on by her reactions.
"That depends, Ser... How... oh Maker... how would you make me pay?"
So cheeky. Like she always is.
"I would kill the other man for touching what is mine, and then I would fuck you until you couldn't stand. You wouldn't even be able to walk afterwards."
Trev moaned and whimpered when she heard his words.
"I'm not sure that would discourage me, Ser... maybe if you threatened to never touch me again, I would promise to obey you."
Cullen's head was spinning, the pleasure of what they were doing making every sane thought disappear. He could feel himself getting closer to his release, and he started rubbing her on the spot that always made her come for him.
"Oh, yes, make me come, please, my Templar!" she screamed.
Cullen felt her tighten around him as her orgasm came, and she screamed his name over and over, like a prayer. He couldn't take anymore and he chanted her name as well when he came, emptying himself inside of her.
She was slumped over the throne with Cullen over her, both out of breath. As sanity slowly returned to Cullen, he started to worry he'd gone to far. He removed himself carefully from her, and sat down in the throne, pulling her into his lap.
He caressed her face and she nuzzled her head into his neck.
"Trev, I'm so sorry if... I went to far, I didn't mean to..."
He was silenced by a soft kiss on the lips.
"Stop it, silly. I wanted this, remember? I'm the one who was worried I was forcing you to do something you didn't want to. But I guess from your reaction..." She smiled at him and gently stroked his cheek with her hand. "You liked it?"
He tilted his face further into the palm of her hand. "More than I should probably admit."
She giggled softly. "You were perfect."
Cullen blushed at the memory, still leaning against the wall in his office. It almost seemed like a dream now.
He didn't know then that soon, dreams would be all that was left.
