Ellana Levellan's urgent footsteps barely made a sound as she practically sprinted across the battlement. Being an elf, she was naturally light on her feet, and having trained tirelessly as an assassin, silent sprinting came easily as breathing. She heaved the heavy oak door open just enough for her lithe body to slide through and pressed herself against the adjacent shadowed stone. Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition, stood with his back to her, facing one of the several bookshelves that lined his chambers. He was clearly absorbed in something, presumably his duties, at the moment as he didn't even flinch when the door latch clicked shut. He muttered something she didn't quite catch and dragged one of his large hands through his own thick, blonde hair. Without a word of warning Ellana approached him from behind and slid two groping hands around his well-muscled torso.
"You look stressed." She purred. Cullen physically flinched and dropped the book he had been holding.
"Ell-!" He gasped out. She had been trying to scare him for weeks (a little game she had quite enjoyed in their scarce free time), and had never got so much as a peep out of him. Of course it happened when she hadn't even been trying, and it made her enjoy the moment all the more. She wanted to gloat, but feeling his strong, muscled abdomen through the layers of his clothing brought her need to the forefront of her thoughts, and to the very reason for her visit.
"I have a surprise for you." Ellana murmured again as she stood on the tips of her toes so she could press a slow, sensual kiss to the side of his neck, hands straying dangerously low. She felt him shutter under her hands, and he knew she wasn't pulling any punches or playing any games this time. There was no second-guessing why she was there, and the thought of her arousal and the feel of her hands alone had his own need growing. Cullen turned in her arms and placed a slow, smoldering kiss to her lips.
"I do love surprises." His voice was low and gravely in a way that sent shocks through her abdomen and she kissed him again, letting him feel all of her raw desire.
"Sit down." She smirked and nipped his bottom lip, pushing him backwards towards the chair behind his desk. Cullen followed her command, knowing that whatever was about to happen, he was going to enjoy it immensely. For the first time he got to take a proper look at Ellana and she was wearing a well-fitted emerald-colored dress in place of her typical tunic and trousers. He found himself momentarily distracted by the sight, as the material hugged her every curve and the color complimented her pale skin in the most attractive way. He reached out and ran his hands along the swell of her hips and dip of her waist, a pleasing rumble bubbled up from his chest.
"Why don't you wear more of these?" Her eyes gleamed and fluttered at his approving touch and tone.
"It gets in the way when you're wielding daggers." She jested softly, still quite intoxicated by his touch.
"Mm, right." Cullen grunted in gentle humor, hands brushing her flat stomach and then just under the swell of her breasts. Ellana couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, but she grabbed his hands with hers, stopping his explorations.
"Wait, first the surprise."
"Hm? Oh, this isn't it?" She giggled and ruffled his hair slightly before putting just a little distance between them. "You are so easy to please. Maybe I'll try to wear dresses more around Skyhold." She winked as she lifted the folds of her skirt enough to start unlacing her boots. After removing both, Ellana lifted her bottom up onto his desk so she was facing him and placed both of her feet in his lap, dress resting on her thighs, so her legs were exposed up to her knees. As much as Cullen loved her legs, he was a little confused, until he brushed a hand along the back of her calf. Her hair was so light that visually he hadn't noticed, but her legs were as smooth as the day she was born. Ellana's head tilted back at the unbidden sensations that rushed her as his rough hands grazed her newly sensitized flesh. Noticing that she was not only hairless, but far more sensitive there now, Cullen moved his hands up to the backs of her thighs and squeezed the smooth flesh. She full on moaned and grabbed the edges of the desk to steady herself.
"Maker's breath—I didn't know… it'd feel like that." She made several more appreciative sounds as Cullen's hands moved over her legs, admiring her smooth skin. "Apparently, it's all the rage in Orlais, Josephine—Mm! took me today…"
"Remind me to thank her…" Cullen murmured and pressed a kiss to her kneecap. Ellana hummed softly, a light blush forming on her cheeks.
"That's not all…" He gave her a quizative look and she slowly parted her legs. "Keep going." Cullen groaned softly at the sight of her parting her creamy thighs for him, and the insinuation of her words had him feeling all kinds of eager and aroused. His rough fingers disappeared under her skirts, gliding and feeling their way up the insides of her thighs. She had always been smooth and sensitive here, but when his hands met her intimate-most place it wasn't the damp, soft curls he was used to. But silky-smooth skin that was already slick with her juices. Ellana cried out as a jolt of lightning traveled from his fingertips, straight through her body. Her hands moved into his hair and her legs parted even more, bunching her skirts and exposing herself fully to him.
"By Andraste…" Cullen's voice dropped into nothing as he took in the sight of her lovely mound in all of it's glory. Her skin was normally a lovely shade of alabaster, but her tiny cunt was pink and dripping with arousal. With no hair to catch her juices or stop the flow, it glistened down her thighs, and Cullen couldn't help swirling his fingers in the clear, sticky fluid. Ellana tugged at his curls as her hips rolled into his touch, pleasured beyond belief by just the feeling of his hands teasing the outside of her bare pussy. Without warning he slid two fingers deep inside her wet and warm cunt. Between all the new sensations and the sudden, intense pleasure, Ellana orgasmed right then and there, crying out Cullen's name over and over as her hips thrusted and shook. His fingers moved inside of her and on her slick bundle of nerves, perpetuating her orgasm until she was just twitching in a puddle of her own climax.
He watched her with lust-filled adoration as she arched and squirmed under his touches. His fingers slid out of her pulsing sex, and Cullen lifted his hand to taste her juices, but she grabbed his wrist first and began to suck deeply on his middle finger. Given the moan that reverberated through his palm, she was quite enjoying the taste of her own orgasm on his skin. She knew exactly what got him rock hard and he shifted his ever growing bulge against her thigh, letting her feel it. Ellana mewled and grazed her thigh up against his crotch as she released his finger with a soft pop and another delicious moan.
"Cullen… I need you in me… now…" Her plea was also a demand, but Cullen wasn't quite ready to obey just yet. He kissed her with a fervent hunger just before lowering himself to the ground, already positioned between her legs and now eyelevel with her lovely, throbbing cunt. He pressed a couple teasing kisses to the smooth skin of her thighs, but even he was growing impatient. His lips caressed the slick, silky skin of her outer lips and already she spasmed, fingers tightening almost painfully into his hair. He zeroed in on her swollen clit and began to suck the sensitized flesh, bringing her to the brink of orgasm once again before straying to tease her lips and slit. He ravished her tight pussy, slurping on her juices as they dripped from his chin and her thighs onto the floor. Stars burst in her vision as she exploded once again, crying his name to the heavens as euphoria took her to another plane of existence where it was only her, Cullen, and the immense pleasure that raged across her every nerve.
When she came to herself again and opened her eyes, she was laying on her back flat on his desk, chest heaving, with Cullen leaning over her. He looked enraptured and his hands danced lazy patterns on her still clothed torso.
"You must be the most beautiful creation in all of Thedas." Cullen whispered, thumb circling her nipple through her bindings.
"You are a god among men, Cullen Rutherford…" She gasped, still breathless and all too sensitive to his touch. Ellana leaned up closed to him and kissed him with a desperate desire. "Now take off your clothes and fuck me properly." That was all that was left of his restraint, and in a flash Cullen's shirt was on the other side of the room and he was working his feet out of his boots. Ellana sat up, still on the edge of the desk and reached for the ties of the outer corset, but Cullen stopped her with an impish grin.
"Leave the dress." The desire in his low voice made her stomach throb and she gave a nod, grabbing the ties of his trousers instead and helping him out of them as she fondled his erection. Cullen gasped lowly as his fully hardened member sprung free of it's confines, immediately met with her small deft hands, rubbing along his shaft.
"We need to even the score…" She murmured, moving to hop of the desk, but he pressed his groin up to hers, engorged member sliding along her slit but not penetrating her. They both moaned at the contact, his hands gliding along her bodice, feeling her every curve through the heavy linen.
"Damn the score, I need to be inside of you." His voice was gruff in her hair and his stubble scratched the side of his cheek. She could only nod eagerly, heart pounding inside her breast as she shifted her hips, feeling his engorged head lining up with her throbbing entrance. There was nothing quite like the feeling of Cullen filling her, despite all the earthshattering pleasure he could provide with his hands and mouth, the raw and spiritual connection of two becoming one was indescribable. Her nails dug into his bare, muscular shoulders as she adjusted to his girth, and his lips found hers in the most tender, loving way, until they were joined at the soul and he could feel that she was ready for more.
Moving inside of her was the deepest, rawest pleasure that Cullen had ever felt, but beyond that was the euphoria fueled by the most passionate love he had ever known. He thrust deeply into her, finding her most intimate places, the ones that made her head fall back and her toes curl. Watching her in the throes of passion had quickly become an addiction for him. From the way her hips rolled into his, her heaving chest, and the way her hair spilled in every direction to how she had to be grabbing something, be it the edge of the desk, pillows or blankets when they were in bed, or his personal favorite, his own shoulders. He had never seen anyone throw themselves into pleasure with complete abandon the way Ellana did, and he loved every single second of it. Her moans echoed off the stone walls of his office, and his own lower grunts were in unison with her.
Cullen's large hands gripped her thighs with a bruising force as he pounded into her deepest places, making her cry out repeatedly as her nails scraped across his shoulders, leaving angry red marks on his skin. She could feel his controlled and purposeful rhythm become more and more chaotic as he approached his own climax, and she was racing towards her third one as well. He adjusted so he brushed her swollen clit with every thrust and that was all it took for her orgasm to crash over her. Isabel's back arched as her hips rocked into his, yelling his name without a care of who could hear. The walls of her pussy throbbed around him and his climax followed right after, his body curling into hers as he emptied himself into her. After several moments of just recovering as their breathing returned to normal, Cullen straightened and brushed a few erratic hairs from her face.
"To my loft?" Ellana nodded eagerly, and as soon as her legs no longer felt as weak as a newborn calf, she followed him up the ladder into his quarters. They went several more rounds, Cullen enjoying the way her skirts fell around them, burning these memories into his brain so her wouldn't be able to so much as see her in a dress without getting aroused for months after this. Both completely spent they collapsed on his bed, tangled in furs and each other's arms, chests heaving with exertion. There was a few minutes of blissful silences as Cullen's hands wandered aimlessly through her hair and along her curves. "Tell me about your previous relationships?" She stiffened slightly, taken off guard by his question, and looked up at his serene face as it studied the ceiling. When she didn't respond verbally, his amber eyes flitted to green ones, blissful smile still on his lips. "I'm only curious, love. I know mine weren't much to tell, but you know of them. You've never mentioned yours." Her eyes broke from his, watching her hand instead as it danced along the muscles of his exposed torso.
"I've only had one, and… she died in a hunting accident long before the conclave or any of this." Her lips twisted ruefully. "A lifetime ago…"
"I am so sorry, Ellana." His inflection was sincere, and his arms flexed around her, but she knew the question that lingered on his mind before he voiced it. "Did you say… she?"
"I know humans view it differently, but in my culture there is no difference, man and man, woman and man, woman and woman… it's all just love. I wasn't sure if it would bother you, but yes, I've only ever been with a woman. Her name was Sarai."
"How-" Cullen went pink in the cheeks and cleared his throat, apparently changing his mind about the question he was going to ask. But Ellana could gather enough, how does that work? Primal curiosity. She licked her lips, her thumb grazing across one of his nipples. His muscles rippled.
"Very well, actually." Her voice was a low whisper, emotion and arousal as memories of her and Sarai's trysts in the woods of Northern Ferelden flitted through her mind.
"Do you… miss… anything… about being with a… woman?" He cleared his throat several times and his ears were practically glowing red at this point. Ellana couldn't help the giggle as she pressed a kiss to his ear.
"You satisfy me so completely Cullen, in every way I could ever imagine and then some. But I will admit, there is something about a full, soft bosom rubbing up against mine as we move together…" She trailed off, not wanting to visualize Sarai any longer. It was an old wound, but much longer and the moment would be lost to that grief. Her hand pressed down his body, fingering the hard lines of his hips. "Doesn't compare to the way you fill me, though…" A groan rumbled through his chest as he pressed his palm to her clothed breast.
"It doesn't bother me." He emphasized before he got too lost in her touches. Cullen began to work at the ties of her dress, it was time to ravish her chest in every way he could as a man.
to be continued?