ON WITH THE M GUYS. From this point on, the story will get increasingly NSFW until the glorious smut happens ;)
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"Buckles..."
Everything feels hazy. Adaar would tell herself that it's all a dream, except it's all too real and all too good to be one.
She's in her bed, in her new room in the highest point of Skyhold. The curtains are drawn shut, effectively blocking out any sunlight from outside, but somehow she knows that it's a pleasant, sunny morning that she's going to spend in the best way possible.
Sera's arms are alluringly draped around her shoulders. The elf, clad only in a brassiere and a pair of panties made from the finest red Orlesian silks, straddles Adaar's hips with a tempered hunger in her eyes that sends a shiver all the way down from the mage's spine to her loins.
The wood in the fireplace crackles with flame, coating the room in a warm orange glow. The light flatters Sera's curves very nicely; it highlights the definition of her bow-strengthened arms and shoulders, the flat and muscled stomach, and the cleavage that's delightfully close to Adaar's face. It occurs to the qunari that only those silks are keeping her from the creamy skin beneath, the skin that she wants to feel with more and more fervor as she watches Sera's breasts rise and fall with every slow breath she takes.
Without their eyes ever breaking contact, Sera's hand reaches behind her and unclasps her bra with one deliberately slow, practiced movement. Her other hand slowly guides Adaar's quivering hand up her toned stomach to the flesh of her breasts, under the fabric that's just one flick away from showing Adaar exactly she wants to see.
Adaar's breath hitches and her heart begins to thump in her chest as she begins to tentatively knead the soft mound between her fingers. She may not be able to feast her eyes just yet on Sera's bare flesh, but touching is just as good, she decides. Sera's hand slowly drags Adaar's other hand over the skin of her abdomen until they reach her panties. The tips of the large, long fingers slip under the smooth silk of her panties and onto the velvety skin that's painfully close to Sera's wet center.
But then Sera stops. She leans forward, her lips grazing Adaar's earlobe, letting out a hot breath that sets Adaar's conscious aflame with lust.
"Let me in, Buckles." She husks.
Adaar smiles warmly. "Nice try. Not."
Sera chuckles and removes herself from Adaar's hold. Long, spiral horns grow on her head, curving inside as her skin turns into an otherworldly purple. Caramel eyes turn to sinful magenta and her lithe body morphs into a taller, curvier figure.
"I'll be back." The desire demon smiles wickedly, and starts to fade.
And Adaar wakes up. Of course, she's not in a comfortable bed with a warm fire. Sera's not draped over her, daring her to stick her hands down her pants. Instead, she's in her tent, sleeping in a painfully hard mattress, lying on her side to stop her horns from giving her a bad crick in the neck after a night's sleep, and Sera is snoring slightly as she buries her face in Adaar's collarbone. She's wearing a ratty old shirt and baggy pants. No sexy Orlesian lingerie in sight.
But that still doesn't cool the heat in Adaar's pants.
Damn demons. She curses in her head. Sighing disappointedly, she runs her fingers over the definitely not silky fabric of Sera's old shirt, stopping herself when she realizes she doesn't feel anything beneath it.
Adaar's breath catches. She's not wearing a bra.
"Nice dream, Buckles?"
Adaar chuckles almost pathetically and gives Sera's forehead a chaste kiss. "You can say that."
"Was it a sexy dream?" Sera teasingly asks, raising her head.
Anyone else would call it a bedhead, but Adaar's current state insists that even Sera's hilariously messy hair is instead a case of really hot, mussed up sex hair. She considers shaking her head to shed those thoughts off, knowing that her train of thought will probably not end very well.
It's the day she'll officially become the Inquisitor, after all, and she shouldn't be late. Or get caught with her hand down her pants, or Sera's.
But Adaar forces a calm smile. "What gave me away?"
"You were bein' all gropey and mutterin' in your sleep. Touching my tits and all." Sera says, with a self-satisfied smirk. "Must've been a nice dream, yeah?"
Adaar blushes and wisely decides not to tell Sera about the desire demon. "Of course. I'm disappointed that I woke up, in fact." She says, managing to force herself to leave the mattress.
She yawns and stretches and leaves the tent without a word, muscling the willpower to prevent herself from turning around and attempting to find out if she can go further than she did in her dream.
She forces herself to think of something disgusting. Nothing comes up, and she groans.
Maybe no one will notice if she has a little time to herself in the bathroom.
Sera is Sera, so she doesn't even bother knocking before she walks into the room like she owns the place. She arrives just in time to see Adaar's figure behind a conveniently placed curtain, sitting on a chair, doing something to her face.
"Come to give me a pep talk?" Adaar turns around and gives Sera a nervous smile that's rarely ever seen on her face. Her face is decorated with her half finished bone-white vitaar.
Sera approaches Adaar's spot impatiently, excitedly grinning. "Heard from Josie that you got some fancy pants smithy to whip up somethin' special."
"Stop right there."
Sera frowns. "What?"
"Stop right there." Adaar turns back to the mirror and continues applying her vitaar. Sera can hear the giddiness in her voice. "I want to see your reaction and savor it."
"This better be good." Sera crosses her arms impatiently, although she can't help the grin that's slowly growing in width on her face.
"Oh, trust me, you won't be able to resist my roguish charms when you see this." Adaar chuckles, standing up. Sera can see the silhouette of the qunari fixing her clothes on the mirror and tidying her hair.
Sera taps her foot in anticipation. "Hurry it up, already!"
Adaar smirks at the elf's impatience and brings the curtain to the side with a pull of the hand. "So impatient, are we?"
Sera can't answer.
The dark brown leather of Adaar's long coat blocks the light from the other side of the curtain, but when the Tal-Vashoth steps forward into the natural light by the window, Sera finds herself absolutely speechless.
Adaar is dressed a dark brown leather coat that's held in place by a wide, darker brown belt around her hips that's accented by a pair of black pants that disappear underneath her greaves. Her feet aren't the only parts clad in metal; her shoulders, arms, and chest are clad in a matching set of shoulder-pads, gauntlets, and chest plate that are all made of well-forged metals that fit her coat very nicely. The gauntlets' fingers end in pointed tips, combining with the long dark coat and the bone-white vitaar to create quite the foreboding image.
Sera once saw a qunari mage once, during a visit to Kirkwall. His horns had been cut off and his mouth had been sewn shut, his face concealed by a bronze mask. The archer can't deny the resemblance of the patterns on Adaar's vitaar with the Saarebas' mask.
Adaar's tall, even by qunari standards, but she looks even bigger now. The new metals adorning her armor do a terrific job of making her look that much more imposing, and Sera can't shake off how the shoulder-pads bring out the broadness of the mage's shoulders. Underneath the vitaar, Sera can still make out the slight indents of Adaar's various facial scars.
As if that's not enough, the combination of the dark colors of her armor and and the bone white of her vitaar allows Adaar's striking forest green eyes to stand out.
Any normal person would find the sight quite intimidating. An incredibly tall qunari mage, Knight-Enchanter in training, with armor that seems to fit a warrior more than a mage. The hand that can manipulate the Fade and the scars from years of rough battles. But Sera, although surprised, isn't the least bit alarmed by how absolutely turned on she is.
Wide, strong, tall, and scarred is exactly her type.
Sera realizes that she's probably making a hilarious face because Adaar's smirking in a way that shows she's very satisfied with her reaction.
"Sorry, I know the scars drive you wild, but they really hurt and I'd prefer not to get some more." Adaar inwardly chuckles. She confidently walks up to Sera and uses her two fingers to tilt up the archer's jaw, which is opened nearly to the point of being unhinged. "I guess you really like women in heavy armor this much, eh?"
Sera's brain goes blank. She whistles as she looks Adaar down from top to bottom with a hazy-eyed gaze. "Woof." She husks, her feet guiding her closer to her object of affection, eyes darkened with lust.
That one word goes straight to Adaar's pants.
Despite her mind quickly spiraling into the gutter, Adaar proudly smiles at the attention. "I was hoping I'd get that reaction from you."
Sera motions for Adaar to get down to her level. "You tryin' to get me to bed, Buckles? 'Cause it's working." She lowly chuckles as Adaar leans down to give her a slow kiss. "It's workin' real fine."
Adaar merely smiles mischievously into the kiss as she leans down, gently pulling the elf closer as their lips move together with unrestrained desire. A low hum of approval escapes Adaar's throat as the tip of Sera's tongue grazes her lower lip, seeking an entrance that she's been craving for months and months of pent up passion.
With surprising strength, Sera manages to push Adaar towards the vanity table where she previously applied her vitaar. The qunari wastes no time in reversing their positions, hoisting Sera up onto the sturdy wooden table to make their difference in height less of a nuisance. Sera eagerly greets Adaar's tongue with her own as Adaar parts her legs and pushes her farther onto the table.
Knock. Knock.
A male voice. "Herald, Commander Cullen and Seeker Pentaghast has asked me to fetch you."
Adaar groans. "Tell them I'm coming. Thank you."
"Very well, Herald."
A pleasant silence fills the room as the soldier's footsteps fade away.
"So I'm the big boss' girl, yeah?" Sera giggles, speaking in a low voice like she's whispering a well-kept secret.
"You'd better not start calling me Inky, or else we'll have problems." Adaar chuckles, giving Sera's lips a quick peck.
"Hey, can I get a raise after this?"
Adaar grins devilishly. "Only in exchange for more sexual favors than you can count."
Sera presses her lips to Adaar's slowly and intently. When she parts their lips, she gives the qunari a strikingly honest look. "I'll do that for free."
"I'll be waiting after the ceremony, then." Adaar grins, barely able to hide the glee in her voice. She raises her hand and cups Sera's breast, giving it a good squeeze. She regrets putting on her gauntlets; feeling the flesh with her bare hands would have been much more preferable. She looks straight into Sera's eyes. "Just sampling the goods." She smiles innocuously.
"Your room's done, yeah? You're sleepin' there tonight?"
"Now that you mention it, yes." Adaar chuckles. She gives Sera a small yet promising kiss. "Join me?"
Sera claps her hands together and snickers. "Woo! Sex tonight!"
It takes everything Adaar has to not push Sera back up against the table.
"Today, we are not here to choose a leader, for we already have one." Cassandra says, a hint of pride and admiration in her controlled voice. "The one who has already been leading it in all but name. The one who has stood bravely for us against all odds."
The crowd stirs, the sounds accompanied only by the small clinks of Adaar's greaves as she makes her way up the stone stairs. Only Cassandra and Leliana are close enough to notice her trembling hands and the nervous flicker in her eyes.
Adaar sends them both a worried glance, as if asking for help, at which Cassandra responds with a small nod and Leliana gives her a slight reassuring smile.
Adaar takes a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking hands. She tries to speak, but her tongue is numb and stiff.
The silence is crippling.
"A cause is nothing without a purpose to unite it," Adaar finally manages to speak. "For a time, we stood in the dark, but now we have found our enemy, and his name is Corypheus. You call me your Herald, but I wish to be more than that." She holds her head high and walks confidently down the stairs, meeting every pair of eyes she sees with her own. "I stand here as a member of the Inquisition. We are soldiers, mages, thieves, ambassadors, templars, mercenaries, and many more. But we are also comrades, siblings, lovers, and parents as well." She walks past many faces, all of them gazing up at her in awe.
"We gather here, the brightest of our generation, united under a single banner, standing on the sacrifices of our fallen brothers and sisters." She stamps her staff down on the ground. "From this day onwards, we stand together." She plants her feet firmly on the ground. "Whoever we were before, we are now the Inquisition!"
The crowd applauds.
"Commander," Cassandra turns to Cullen. "Will they follow?"
Cullen faces the soldiers, the servants, the mages, everyone. "Inquisition, will you follow?" He raises his voice.
The crowd erupts in a deafening cheer.
Cullen makes his way up onto the platform, where his hand settles on the hilt of his sword. "Will you fight?"
His question is replied with an enthusiastic applaud.
"Will we triumph?" He asks, his hold on his sword's hilt growing stronger.
The applaud grows louder.
"Then it has been chosen," Cullen unsheathes his sword and raises it high above his head. "You leader, your Herald, your Inquisitor!"
Sera doesn't know how Adaar manages to do it, but the qunari's eyes meets hers even in the clamor of the crowd. She makes her way over slowly, accepting congratulations and shaking hands. But her eyes never leave Sera's.
It only occurs to Sera now that this is her lover standing there, tall and proud, the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor who had sparked the loyalty of their forces by facing down a darkspawn magister for them. For her.
Sera's heart swells so big she feels like it's going to burst out, as cliche as it may sound.
It's clear in Adaar's head. She'll walk up to Sera, sweep her off her feet in a searing kiss, then carry her up to her new room and make her purr. The grin on Adaar's face widens as she closes the gap between them, but it soon disappears when Cassandra pulls her off to the side and drags her away.
The soldiers gather around the opened box. A foul stench fills Adaar's nostrils as the soldiers carry away the bloody dwarf's body away.
"It arrived just after the ceremony." Cassandra tells her.
She wrinkles her nose. That dwarf had been in the box for quite a while.
The crowd gathers around the box, although they keep their distance as they whisper amongst themselves. Cullen dismisses them after he sends a soldier to fetch Leliana, but it does nothing to defuse the tension.
When Inky begins to frantically bark at the box, Sera pinches her nose as she tentatively picks up a neat scrap of paper, strategically placed under it's lid to avoid being soiled by the blood.
"Sleeping your way to the top?"
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