Morrigan clutched Cassandra's shoulders, tilting her head back as she was taken. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew she should be more concerned about what was going on. There was still a strange artifact and a Fade rift to be dealt with, to say nothing of the fact that Sera and the Inquisitor had vanished. And yet, those things seemed meaningless in the face of her need.
Nor did she care why this was happening. Morrigan didn't know if Cassandra was even attracted to her, but she definitely wasn't the kind of person who would just drop everything to fuck in the middle of some ancient ruins. But that, too, was a problem for another time. She needed to ease the pounding lust between her legs far more than she needed answers. For that, only Cassandra's touch would do.
Blunt teeth sank into Morrigan's throat once more, and she surrendered to the rhythm pounding in her blood. Each forceful thrust split her apart, pushing against a throbbing place along her front wall, but it still wasn't enough. She rolled her hips forward, hungry for more. More fullness, more pressure, more of the burning stretch. She cried out, clenching down around Cassandra's fingers. The altar, the room, the entire world slipped away. All that mattered, the only thing that mattered, was taking Cassandra deeper.
She couldn't remember when she'd been pinned against the nearest wall, but she was grateful for the extra support as she hooked her leg around the Seeker's powerful waist. She trembled, clawing at the back of Cassandra's armor. Her hands ached to feel flesh, and she despised the metal and leather in her way. She began undoing buckles as best she could, but most of her efforts were useless. The quick, harsh pumps of Cassandra's hand made it impossible to focus on anything else.
Cassandra let out a low growl, pausing her movements. A whine lit up the sides of Morrigan's throat, but she barely had time to be disappointed. Cassandra snatched up her wrists, pinning them above her head with her forearm. Her sudden helplessness drew an unexpected flood from between her legs, but she was too far gone to be embarrassed. With Cassandra's fingers pumping inside her and the heel of her hand grinding against the swollen point of Morrigan's clit, she hardly cared how desperate she might appear.
Unable to touch and too overwhelmed to form words, she could only yield to her need. Her body was searing, screaming for relief. She couldn't have stopped the powerful shudders that coursed through her even if she wanted to. Her inner walls clutched even tighter around Cassandra's fingers, and the pressure inside of her finally burst, spilling out as she howled her pleasure to the ceiling. The ripples seemed endless, and each one left her more unhinged. Her hips jerked forward in an uneven rhythm as she bucked against Cassandra's hand, covering it with her release.
The powerful pulses eventually faded to aftershocks, but Cassandra showed no signs of stopping. Indeed, she seemed more determined than ever. Morrigan's wrists fell free, but Cassandra clutched her waist instead, hitching her leg up even higher. She shoved her fingers through Cassandra's short hair, dragging her forward. The haunting taste of her lover's mouth still filled her own, and she was starving for more. They crashed together in a bruising kiss, and she shivered as Cassandra's tongue pushed past her lips. Not to be outdone, she sank her teeth into the Seeker's bottom lip, determined to stake her own claim.
With another curl of Cassandra's fingers, she was toppling over the edge a second time, shouting her surprise and pleasure into the blazing heat of her mouth. Her lungs burned, but she didn't care about breathing. The coiled tension inside her snapped once more, and she writhed between Cassandra's hard body and the wall. Her only desperate thought as she came was that, once again, her release had done nothing to ease the clawing ache in her belly.
When she realized that she was well on her way to a third peak, she knew this couldn't continue. She yanked her lips away and shoved Cassandra's chest, forcing her back. Although Morrigan didn't have the Seeker's brute strength, the move startled her enough to make her stop. Cassandra stepped back in a daze, looking almost hurt by the rejection, and the pouting expression caused a curious weight to settle in Morrigan's chest. If she had been in her right mind, she would have scoffed at herself for feeling pity for someone else. But as her eyes roamed up and down Cassandra's body, all she could think of was how much she wanted to see it stripped bare. She ignored the unpleasant emptiness between her legs and hurried to unbuckle Cassandra's armor.
She had made a decent start on the breastplate earlier, and it was only seconds later that it clattered to the floor. She didn't bother removing Cassandra's shirt, instead just plunging her hands underneath it. The body she found was as incredible as she'd hoped, toned and athletic from long years of fighting. She bent down to kiss her chiseled abdominal muscles, running her tongue over the firm landscape. Cassandra's back arched, and her hands clutched at Morrigan's head, urging her lower.
She hurried to comply. Cassandra's mouth had been sweet enough, and she couldn't wait to taste her more intimately. While she undid her belt, she kept kissing the sweaty skin above it, unwilling to relinquish the object of her desire. Once she'd removed the obstruction, she yanked down Cassandra's breeches, taking her smallclothes along with them in a single rough motion.
The Seeker's thick scent filled her nose, and Morrigan felt a burning desire to taste its source, to claim all of the woman who had just done the same to her. Her teeth clamped down on the soft skin of Cassandra's inner thigh, drawing a desperate growl from above her. She ran her tongue over the mark she'd left, soothing it before moving upward, lapping at the wetness that was dripping out. The flavor was tart and heavy, and having it in her mouth triggered something primal in her. Her hands gripped the Seeker's hips and she plunged in so that she could take as much as she wanted. The grip on her head tightened, but she scarcely noticed. This was all she could focus on, all she cared about, and she lapped up everything her lover had to give.
Cassandra's back slammed against the wall. She slumped down, her legs failing her under the onslaught. A growled demand of "More," came from her lips and Morrigan forced herself to move on. As much as she craved Cassandra's taste, she wanted her climax even more. One of her hands spread the Seeker's soaked folds, and when she found her throbbing clit already peeking out from beneath its hood, she latched onto it with her tongue.
The response was instantaneous. Cassandra's hips bucked against her mouth and fresh wetness coated her chin. The iron control that the Seeker always showed was gone, replaced with nothing but a series of strangled sounds. Eager to pull out more of them, Morrigan drew the hard bud between her lips, sucking on it harshly while her tongue ran back and forth along its length. Her hands gripped Cassandra's fantastic ass, pulling her further into her mouth, and it only took seconds more before she was spasming, her clit twitching against Morrigan's tongue.
The feel of Cassandra collapsing for her made the witch's own body hum with renewed need, but she was no more willing to stop than her lover had been. She plunged two fingers into Cassandra's clinging heat, and when a flood of wetness ran down her hand, Morrigan knew she was going to be doing this for quite some time.
Sera blinked as green light flooded into her eyes, trying in vain to keep it out. She had no idea what had just hit her, but she could already feel it working its will. There was a tightening in her belly, a clawing emptiness that made her feel as if she hadn't eaten in days, but what she needed wasn't food. She turned around, and when she saw Herah standing there, her legs nearly collapsed out from under her.
It was as if everything she loved about the Inquisitor had been highlighted by the light of the Maker Himself. Her broad, well-defined frame with its taut muscles, her full breasts, those big, dark eyes, the exotic curves of the horns that topped her head… Just looking at them was enough to make her nipples stiffen beneath her tunic and her clit pulse against her smalls. And if looking was that good, than she could only imagine what it would be like to touch.
Herah was looking at her too, those eyes practically begging her to come closer and fall into them. The Inquisitor opened her mouth to speak, but as soon as Sera heard her name rolling out in that husky voice, she couldn't make out any of the other words. Her bow slid out of her hands, crashing on the stone as she stepped forward, reaching toward the woman she'd wanted for what felt like a lifetime. Everything she needed was right there, and all she had to do was claim it for herself.
And then everything crashed to a halt. Inches away from the object of her desire, Sera slammed into a shimmering barrier of magical force. As she staggered backwards, something shook loose in her foggy brain. She blinked, and in a moment of clarity, she realized that something horrible had gotten inside of her, warping her thoughts. Here she was in a spooky ruin filled with bad magic, and all she wanted to do was screw the nearest mage.
A cry of frustration forced its way out of her throat and she turned away from Herah's outstretched hand, racing back up the corridor they had just come from. The qunari was yelling something at her, but she couldn't heed it or else she'd be lost. Sera didn't know what was waiting for her in the darkness, but nothing frightened her so much as the desperate cravings that were still burning through her body.
Forgetting everything else, she ran as far and fast as her legs would carry her. She staggered over the uneven stone at a sprint, almost tripping several times. Her palms burned from catching herself on the rough walls, but she didn't care. The scratching in her head was back, only this time, it was overwhelming her with desire instead of fear. The further she got from the room, the more its pull weakened, but she was too afraid to slow down. She wouldn't give the Fade another chance to torture her. She couldn't...
A high pitched shriek tore through Sera's ears, and she stopped short as a scythe-like claw slashed by her face. It cut through the air a hair's breadth away, and she barely managed to dodge in time. A terror demon loomed over her, blinking its spider-like eyes. Saliva dripped from the ragged pincers, and another chilling scream burst from its sharp mouth, spraying at her face.
Sera reaching back for her bow on instinct, but it was nowhere to be found. The pit of her stomach dropped. "Arsebiscuits!" she shouted, scrambling backward. There was nothing for it. She had to flee. She turned on her heels, whipping around and running as fast as she could back the way she had come. She veered down the first new hallway she could find, not caring where she was going. As long as it was away from the demons and the enchanted room, she didn't care.
The demon loped behind her, its claws screeching over stone, but Sera didn't dare slow down enough to look. She wove her way through the ruins, vaulting over a fallen pillar and stumbling down a short flight of stairs. She thought she could see sunlight coming from nearby, and she headed toward it, hoping she could find a way to outrun the demon better in open ground. Maybe if she found her way back to the front entrance, she could pick up a bow from one of the dead Venatori...
"Shit!" she spat as she found herself face to face with a flat wall. "Shit, shit, fuck, arse, shit!" Her eyes darted from side to side, searching for another way out, but there was none to be found. She had stumbled into a dead end. Trembling with fright, she whirled around to face the demon behind her. It prowled forward on all fours, closing in.
Sera squeezed her eyes shut tight, too terrified to look. The nothing was only inches away. Seconds seemed to slow, and her last thought before the demon lunged was of Herah. She felt a sharp stab of guilt for abandoning her in that horrible chamber. No matter what the Fade had done to her, it wasn't Herah's fault.
"Sera!"
A squeal of pain pierced the air, and Sera opened her eyes to a bloom of fire. The terror demon was burning, flailing its long limbs in an attempt to put out the flames. It thrashed, but the red tongues only crawled further up along its bony frame. Herah stood behind it, twirling her staff as she aimed blast after blast at its body.
The demon didn't stand a chance. It fell in seconds, crumbling away to dust. The last thing to go was its teeth, and Sera shuddered, still half certain they were going to come after her. Finally, once her brain wrapped around the fact that she wasn't going to die, she looked up at her savior. Herah was standing before her, a look of concern on her face. "Sera! Are you all right? Did it hurt you?"
Pain rushed in to fill the void fear had left. Just looking at Herah hurt, and Sera averted her eyes, hanging her head in shame. "I'm fine, Inky," she mumbled from the corner of her mouth. "I... I dunno what happened. It was just... in my head and... the scratching. Only this time it moved down to my pants, and..." She sighed, giving up on trying to explain. The tricks of the Fade weren't easily put into words. She wanted to apologize, but she couldn't quite get it out.
Thankfully, Herah didn't make her say anything more. Instead, she simply stepped forward let Sera collapse into her arms. Sera didn't realize how badly she'd been shaking until she was being held, the strong grip bracing her as she slumped against Herah's chest.
Her fear had receded, but from beneath it, all of the the other emotions she'd been holding back came pouring out, a tide she couldn't contain. She started sobbing, her tears soaking the front of Herah's coat as her guilt overwhelmed her. "I'm so sorry, Inquisitor… Inky… Herah…" She cycled through the names as she tried to find the rest of the words she needed. "I didn't mean to blame you for… For the nightmares, and the Fade, but I did and it wasn't your fault. But you… you had the magic, and it made me think of... and I shouldn't have done that. Especially when you're… you saved me, Inky. And I really, really still want to kiss you."
It was Herah's turn to struggle to find her words, and her husky voice broke as she tried to reply. "Sera, I don't quite know what to say."
"Say you still want to kiss me too. 'Cause if I fucked everything up, being a big stupid idiot, then I don't know..."
Herah didn't wait for her to finish. With one hand, she tilted Sera's chin up and bent down, catching her lips with her own. They'd kissed before, but those had been stolen little things in the halls of Skyhold or the backs of taverns. This was different, less playful and more solid. Herah's lips parted and Sera's tongue slid into her mouth, letting her taste the rich warmth there. Her hands wrapped around the Inquisitor's back, pulling them closer, and she felt her whole body hum at the sheer rightness of this. All of her fears seemed a world away, replaced with the knowledge that this was what she truly wanted.
And then it was gone. Herah broke the kiss and pulled back, panting. "Sera… Wait…"
Her heart fell to the bottom of her stomach. "What's wrong, Inky?" she mumbled. "Wasn't good? I was sure..."
Herah shook her head and took a very deep breath. "No, it was good. Really, really good. Which is why I had to stop. This isn't exactly the time, and you were going to make me forget that."
She grinned, her delight at the Inquisitor's words making her forget to be frustrated. "Right then. Gotta be responsible, yeah? Go back."
"I think we'd better see if we can figure out what the hell we're dealing with first." She could see Herah pulling the mantle of the Inquisitor around herself as she spoke, making herself do what was right, not what she wanted. "Whatever magic was in there, it really messed with your head. I mean, you'd never drop this otherwise."
With a smile, Herah reached around and pulled Sera's bow off of her back, putting in her eager hands. Sera took it, her hands clenching around the hardened wood as she steadied her nerves. She was still scared as hell of going back into that room, but at least she wasn't going to be doing it alone.