Kissing Cassandra felt like coming home. Although they had not been lovers long, the warmth of her mouth and the slanting pressure of her lips were already familiar. There was hunger, and tenderness, desire and affection, and all those feelings made Morrigan sag with relief. She feels the same. Even if she hadn't told me so, I would know it from her hands. Those hands were currently settled around her waist, dipping beneath the hem of her shirt to find bare skin.
"Too long," Cassandra muttered as they broke apart. "We've waited too long to do this again."
Morrigan couldn't have agreed more, but she didn't waste her breath on words. There was still the problem of Cassandra's armor, and from the looks of it, removing all the pieces would take some doing. Better to get started immediately. I want her naked. Naked and over me. She traced her fingers along the grooves, searching for fastenings, and when Cassandra realized what she was trying to accomplish, the Seeker hurried to help.
Her gloves came off first, followed swiftly by her breastplate and pauldrons. Both of their fingers fumbled with the straps and buckles in their eagerness, but somehow, they managed. It was completely different than the first time she had stripped Cassandra of her armor, and infinitely better as well. She had time to admire the curves and planes of Cassandra's body beneath all the padding as she exposed them, to savor running her fingers along every contour and even trade more kisses with every piece that disappeared.
Soon, the upper half of Cassandra's body was mostly exposed. She wore only a soft shirt beneath her mail, and as she peeled it over her head, Morrigan's eyes locked on the firm muscles of her abdomen. Tension was already coiled there, and she ran her fingers over them, hoping it was because of her.
Cassandra gasped at her light touch, and a shiver raced through her body. She took a step back, preparing to remove her greaves and boots as well, but Morrigan wasn't ready to let her go. She wound her arms around Cassandra's neck instead, drawing her in for another kiss. This one held more fire, and Morrigan found herself groaning into it. Cassandra's tongue was bolder than it had been since their time in the ruins, demanding entrance to her mouth and pressing smoothly past her lips as soon as they parted. The hands roaming along her sides grew more insistent as well, finding the laces on the back of her shirt without looking and untying the knots with more urgency than Morrigan had expected.
Soon, her shirt fluttered to the floor to join Cassandra's discarded armor, leaving her breasts bare. Cassandra's hands cupped them eagerly, and Morrigan gasped as her nipples hardened, scraping against the Seeker's rough palms. Even though Cassandra wasn't paying direct attention to them, her touch was enough to make heat blossom between her legs. "Wait," she muttered between kisses, letting their noses brush. "I wish to feel you, too."
Cassandra made a noise of reluctance, but released her after one more squeeze. Morrigan mourned the loss, but it did give her the opportunity to start on Cassandra's breast bindings. They unraveled swiftly, and soon, she had all the access she wanted. Her hands ran over the skin she had just revealed, her thumbs circling the stiff points of Cassandra's nipples. The touch drew a low, hungry growl from the Seeker, and Morrigan thrilled at it.
She is mine too. These sounds are mine. All of them.
Her lips caught Cassandra's once more so that she could drink in her lover's pleasure, could taste every moan that her hands produced. One of them stayed with the Seeker's breasts while the other wrapped around her body, caressing the powerful muscles of her back. She could feel the strain there, the eagerness, and her heart sang at the knowledge that she was its cause.
Cassandra replied to her efforts in kind. Her fingers wandered the expanse of Morrigan's bare skin, and everywhere they touched, little fires were lit. This was what Morrigan had craved when she came to Cassandra. She needed to feel something more potent than the whispers in her mind, and to lose herself utterly in it.
Her knees began to wobble as Cassandra's tongue ran along her neck, teasing the soft skin, but the Seeker's strong hands controlled her fall. She was lowered onto her bed, and Cassandra only paused for a moment to remove her greaves and boots before following after her. Her weight settled in on top of Morrigan, solid and strong, while her mouth kept trailing downwards. It nipped at her lower lip before moving on to the explore first the line of her collarbone and then the secret place between her breasts.
Morrigan didn't know how patient she could bear to be, but it wasn't long before Cassandra moved on. She whimpered as the first of her nipples was pulled between the Seeker's lips, arching her back in a desperate effort to increase the contact. Cassandra began to suck on the swollen point, even while her palm cupped the other breast, roughly kneading the soft flesh there. The pleasure was enough to make Morrigan's hands fist in the sheets to steady herself while her hips bucked greedily, pushing up against Cassandra's hard stomach.
"Please." The word came more easily to Morrigan now that she knew Cassandra returned her feelings. "Please, I need more."
Cassandra looked up at her, and the hunger in her dark eyes had abated for a moment, replaced with warmth. "Of course." Cassandra pressed another swift kiss on the straining, wet tip of her nipple. "Whatever you require."
There were so many things she needed that Morrigan could scarcely name them all, but the brush of Cassandra's lips pulled one choice to the forefront of her mind. Suddenly, all she could think about was feeling them wrapped around her clit. She needed the pressure, the heat, the same swirls Cassandra's tongue had made against the tip of her breast. "Your mouth," she pleaded, sinking her fingers into the Seeker's strong shoulder. "I need your mouth."
Cassandra's dark eyes burned, and she made a swift descent, trailing kisses straight down the middle of Morrigan's stomach. Morrigan's pelvis rocked in response before Cassandra had even reached her destination. Her inner walls pulsed at the mere promise of what was to come, and her body released a swell of warmth in anticipation as Cassandra's teeth nipped a sensitive patch of flesh just beside her navel. She has become a tease. Who would have expected it?
But Morrigan found herself smiling at the slight delay, no matter how impatient it left her. The ache between her legs doubled at the thought that Cassandra was showing confidence, that she was comfortable enough with their physical connection to make her own choices and lead instead of follow. Even so, Morrigan couldn't resist sliding her fingers through Cassandra's short hair and offering a bit of guidance. Without a hold to ground her, she feared she might come at the first touch of Cassandra's tongue.
"Morrigan," Cassandra muttered into her stomach, still covering it with kisses. "You are... so beautiful..."
They were words Morrigan had heard before, even from Cassandra, but they made her heart clench in her chest and her whole body shiver with delight. She knew Cassandra wasn't only talking about her appearance. Despite the strained circumstances that had forced them together, the Seeker had looked past that and found something underneath—something Morrigan hadn't even known she'd possessed herself.
On impulse, she moved her hand from Cassandra's hair to her chin, tilting her face up until their eyes locked. "You are beautiful. But enough talking. I have a better use for your tongue." She spread her thighs, and let out an audible sigh of relief when Cassandra removed her skirt and slid it off, along with the leggings and smallclothes she was sure she had already soaked through. The Seeker's lips tickled as they trailed up along her thigh, and Morrigan fisted the sheets, trying not to squirm. Even though Cassandra hadn't touched her sex yet, every nerve seemed alive with sensation. She could practically feel her lover's tongue sliding against her, curling, coaxing…
"Please," she said, begging for what she knew wouldn't be the last time. "Cassandra..."
Hearing her name seemed to spur Cassandra into action. An insistent thumb pushed back the hood of her clit, revealing the swollen tip, and moments later, a smooth tongue ran over it. Morrigan cried out at the first swipe. She hadn't expected such direct stimulation yet, especially since Cassandra had seemed determined to tease her. But the jolt of lightning that shot through her and the shudders of pleasure that followed had her shifting in search of more. The last thing she wanted was for Cassandra to back away.
But the Seeker had no intention of doing so. Instead, Cassandra took hold of her hips, locking them in place while she went to work. Her actions held more confidence than ever before, and the circles her tongue painted across Morrigan's clit felt divine.
More than that, it was the sheer force of Morrigan's need that pushed her to new heights. She had hungered for lovers before, never more so than in the Still Ruins with Cassandra, but this was different. Her desire went beyond the physical to a place she had never experienced before. It wasn't just pleasure that she needed, it was Cassandra that she needed to give it to her, and Cassandra that she wanted to come undone for.
One of her hands returned to the Seeker's hair, tugging on the short strands. The pressure only seemed to encourage Cassandra, because her fingers dug in tighter and her lips sealed around the head of Morrigan's clit. The warmth made Morrigan shiver, fresh streams of her arousal spilling out to paint Cassandra's chin. Under other circumstances, it might have been embarrassing how easily she was coming undone, but not anymore. She had already confessed her feelings to Cassandra. There was no need for her to stifle her reactions.
Shockwaves rippled through Morrigan's body with each stroke of Cassandra's tongue, but it wasn't quite enough to send her over the edge. She needed to feel utterly claimed by Cassandra, so deeply that it overwhelmed everything else. It wasn't easy to speak, but she managed to interrupt her stream of moans long enough to plead, "Your fingers too. I need..."
Her words were cut off as Cassandra did what she'd been told, bringing two of them up to Morrigan's slick entrance and pushing inside. The penetration made her gasp, but when Cassandra began with a careful exploration, her hand clutched at the Seeker's wrist, silently urging her to go faster. She appreciated the concern, but gentle was not what she needed.
Fortunately, Cassandra got the message quickly enough. Her fingers hooked, catching against Morrigan's swollen front wall, and she began thrusting more forcefully. After a few strokes, her tongue went back to work as well, lashing across Morrigan's clit in time with the movements of her hand. The combination of sensations was too much to resist for long, and Morrigan didn't even bother trying. She tightened her grip on Cassandra's arm and tugged at her hair as the rest of her body went rigid.
"Cassandra, yes," she gasped, any restraint long forgotten. "Don't... don't stop..."
Those were the last words she managed. The slide of Cassandra's tongue and the pressure of her fingers were too much for Morrigan to bear. Heat surged through her, blossoming out from that wonderful spot, and a scream ripped from her throat. Her release broke over her in rippling waves, and her hips froze as shuddering pulses of warmth poured out to fill Cassandra's hand. But the fingers inside her kept thrusting and curling, and she clamped down around them in desperation. Now that her body had what it needed, it didn't want to let go.
Her lover didn't seem inclined to give her up either. Cassandra sucked her deeper, and Morrigan's clit twitched in the seal of her lips. Her mouth opened again, but this time, even shouting was beyond her. She fell back against the pillow, holding onto Cassandra's head for dear life, shivering with silent pleasure as her climax rolled through her.
Cassandra's lungs burned, but when Morrigan's fingers tightened in her hair and a sharp heel dug in between her shoulderblades, she allowed herself to be held in place. The steady throb against her mouth and the rush of warmth spilling over her chin and wrist made her proud, and the last thing she wanted to do was pull away too soon. She had made Morrigan come before, but somehow, this seemed different. Morrigan's confession of love had made everything different.
'I need you, Cassandra. To be... yours.' She could still hear Morrigan's words in her head as clearly as if they had just been spoken. 'Need you... yours...' They urged her to increase her efforts. Her fingers could barely move while the clinging satin of Morrigan's inner walls clutched at them so tightly, but she lashed her tongue over the stiff bud of Morrigan's clit, trying to draw out her release for as long as possible. She didn't want it to end, even though she was struggling to breathe.
But a moment so powerful couldn't last forever. Morrigan went limp beneath her, shivering with what Cassandra could only assume was exhaustion. Her muscles still fluttered with aftershocks, but they were random instead of rhythmic, and Cassandra found that she could move her hand again. She started to remove her fingers, but Morrigan made a soft noise of disappointment, rocking her hips a little in a silent plea for her to remain where she was.
Cassandra removed her mouth instead, placing a kiss against one of Morrigan's trembling inner thighs. She tried to think of something to say, something worthy of one of the heroines in Varric's books, but it was Morrigan who spoke first. The witch propped herself up on her elbows, staring down at her with dark, blazing eyes. "Open the drawer beside the bed."
That wasn't at all what Cassandra had expected her to say. In fact, she hadn't thought Morrigan would be capable of talking at all for another minute at least. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and it was clear from her heavy breathing that she was still recovering. But if Morrigan wanted something, Cassandra would move the earth and the Fade to give it to her. Shifting a foot to the left to reach the nightstand was nothing. She withdrew her hand, not receiving any complaints this time, and did as Morrigan had asked.
She wasn't entirely surprised to see Leliana's gift lying in its opened box, but the sight did make her heart throb against her chest. She aimed a glance at Morrigan, who already wore an encouraging smile. "Take it," she urged, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from her forehead. "T'will not burn you. I expect you are as curious as I am."
Cassandra blushed, but did not deny it. It was true that the thought had crossed her mind during stolen moments with Morrigan on their way to Mythal's temple. And since Morrigan had avoided her and the rest of their party during their journey back to Skyhold, she was sorely in need of an orgasm of her own. The thought of taking some pleasure for herself while satisfying Morrigan at the same time was a tempting one.
Reaching into the box, Cassandra took out the toy, turning the leather shaft over in her hands. "I am not certain how I should begin with this… device," she admitted, studying it carefully. Obviously the smaller end was supposed to go inside her, but the lyrium runes inscribed along its surface were beyond her knowledge and experience.
Morrigan took the toy from her with a beautiful smile. Strands of the witch's hair had come loose from their bun, clinging to her face, while the look of amusement there was a welcome change. For days, Cassandra had seen little but worry written across it, and to know that she'd been able fix that, even if it was only for the moment, warmed her heart.
"Allow me," Morrigan said. She stroked the shaft lightly with her fist, and the faint runes along its length lit up. They glowed white for a moment, swelling bright before dimming to almost nothing once more. Tentatively, Cassandra reached out to feel its surface again. This time, it was warm to the touch in the way that flesh was, radiating heat.
"How did you activate the runes?"
Morrigan smirked. "I have some knowledge of enchantment. Besides, how else would something with this shape be activated? Touch seemed the most logical choice."
"Remarkable..."
"I imagine it will seem even more impressive once it is inside you." Morrigan's voice had become sultry once more and the ache between Cassandra's legs returned with a vengeance. The mystery of the toy had distracted her from it, but not for long.
"Just to be clear, you wish for me to wear it?" she asked, unable to disguise the strain in her voice and not even bothering to try. It wasn't something she had considered much until being presented with the gift, but she had to admit the thought was appealing. More than merely appealing. Perhaps it is unusual, but the thought of feeling her in such a way... She shuddered with want, a fact that Morrigan clearly noticed.
"It seems that you wish for you to wear it. And I am more than happy to let you."
Cassandra's face brightened at the word 'happy'. She couldn't help it. Morrigan's happiness was her doing, and it felt like a great accomplishment. But she did not have long to congratulate herself, or to worry about the logistics. Morrigan's hands went to her pants, and Cassandra was only too eager to help yank them down once the ties were loosened. Her smallclothes followed swiftly, and soon, she was in the same state as Morrigan, naked and flushed with anticipation.
When Morrigan's palm slid down over the bunched muscles of her abdomen, Cassandra trembled. Wetness and heat were already blossoming between her legs, and when Morrigan's fingers dipped low enough to find both, Cassandra couldn't stifle a moan. Once, it had startled her how strongly she responded to the witch's touch, but now she knew better than to question it. She was ready, even eager to let the pleasure Morrigan gave consume her.
"Get on your back," Morrigan told her. Cassandra hastened to comply, spreading her legs when the witch's hands settled on her thighs to coax them apart. Moments later, the teasing fingers returned, running along her folds once more before settling at her entrance. One slipped inside with ease, and Cassandra whimpered at the slight stretch. It was pleasurable without being satisfying, and she already wanted more. Instead, Morrigan pulled back, and Cassandra bit her lip when she noticed the way her lover's hand glistened.
"You hardly need my help," Morrigan purred. She bent down to place a swift kiss on the tip of Cassandra's clit. "'Tis just as well. I want you inside me now."
"Then… put it in." Cassandra knew her voice was cracking, but she couldn't help herself. The anticipation was making her desperate, and she didn't care if Morrigan knew it.
Morrigan brought the shorter end to her entrance without any further teasing, and Cassandra groaned as it settled against her. There was a pleasant moment of stretching as Morrigan began to push, but what came next was truly remarkable. Once the toy came to rest inside her and the seat pressed into her clit, the runes flashed once more. Suddenly, Cassandra could feel Morrigan's fingers wrapped around what felt like very sensitive skin.
"That is… incredible," she gasped as Morrigan's hand ran up and down the shaft. The motion caused pressure to build inside her, and her inner muscles fluttered, squeezing tighter. "It is as if…"
Cassandra swallowed the rest of her words as her lover's thumb reached the tip, making the entire length twitch and a trickle of wetness spill down over Morrigan's fingers. "So it appears." Morrigan's grin was hungry. "Do not tell me. Show me."
That was all the encouragement Cassandra needed. She still wasn't entirely certain how her new anatomy worked, but she was eager to find out. She reversed their positions, leaning forward and guiding Morrigan onto her back while bracing herself on her elbows. Morrigan's arms wrapped around her almost immediately, welcoming her weight, and Cassandra smiled. Apparently, she had chosen a position that appealed to both of them.
Unfortunately, aligning their bodies proved slightly more difficult. Her shaft pressed awkwardly into Morrigan's hip, and then her inner thigh, slipping far from where she wanted it. Her brow furrowed, and she frowned, trying to figure out a solution without putting too much space between their bodies. "Here," Morrigan murmured, hooking a knee around her waist and adjusting the angle of her pelvis. "Try this..."
The change in angle allowed Cassandra much easier access. Warmth pulsed against the tip of her shaft as she dragged through Morrigan's wetness, and the sensation sent a shudder coursing through her. "Maker," she breathed, overwhelmed by the unusual rush of sensation. She had explored Morrigan with her fingers before, but this was entirely different. It felt almost like the welcoming softness of a mouth was teasing the head of her clit, but the heat was much more intense. "I—I can feel..."
"Cassandra..." Morrigan rocked into her, allowing even more contact and coating her shaft with extra slickness. Their gazes met, and the need in Morrigan's dark eyes made Cassandra's heart clench. Once more, Morrigan's confession echoed through her head. 'I need you, Cassandra. To be... yours.' The truth and sincerity in that statement was obvious in every detail of Morrigan's face, and suddenly, Cassandra wanted nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside her lover.
Once she lined up properly with Morrigan's opening, she had little trouble moving forward. Cassandra let out a choked gasp as that incredible tightness began to swallow her, but there was plenty of wetness to ease her way, and almost no resistance. Morrigan's inner walls felt even smoother and hotter around her shaft than they did around her fingers, and a heavy throb of want raced along her length.
Cassandra's mouth fell open, and she temporarily halted her movements as she tried to adjust to the sensation of being inside her lover this way. Not only was it intense, but it was also far different than anything she'd experienced before, and she worried it might overwhelm her. Her sincerity didn't earn her any reproach. Instead, Morrigan's hands gently caressed her back, easing her into the feeling. Her touch was soothing, and once Cassandra was confident she wouldn't lose control too quickly, she began to move. Tentatively, she pulled back a few inches and then slid back inside to the hilt. The friction was divine, as was the way that Morrigan's eyes widened.
"Oh, yes," the witch gasped, "Just like that."
Her enthusiasm inspired Cassandra. She began moving more rapidly now, plunging deep into Morrigan with each thrust while her hands ran along her lover's soft curves. Cassandra stroked her hips, traced her sides, squeezed her breasts; anything to get more of the woman beneath her. Morrigan responded in kind, grabbing Cassandra's ass and encouraging her to go harder.
It seemed as if Cassandra's hips were moving under their own power, instinct replacing the brain that had so often left her confused when it came to Morrigan. The cock really did feel like an extension of her body, a body that was falling into a rhythm that felt surprisingly natural, to say nothing of blissful. Morrigan was pressing down tightly around her, and yet she was so wet that Cassandra could slide in and out of her with ease. Every squeeze, every thrust, every motion either of them made sent fresh pulses down her shaft into her clit, making her growl with her pleasure.
"Yes, Cassandra, more," Morrigan rasped, and the primal need to claim the woman beneath her became overpowering. The thought of the strange voices of the Well or this Mythal laying claim to her lover was unacceptable. Morrigan was hers and Cassandra didn't want to leave any doubt of that fact. She wanted to take her, to claim her in ways that she had never considered before but were now all she could think of.
Morrigan had angled her hips upward, and Cassandra pressed back hard against her to offer purchase. Her own peak was crashing into view and the only thing holding her back was the need to see Morrigan reach hers first. That moment didn't seem far off. Wetness ran between their bodies, streaming down Cassandra's shaft and onto her thighs. The sensation of that warmth on her skin only pushed her harder. When Morrigan moaned loudly, Cassandra caught her lips for a hard kiss, drinking the sounds of her pleasure.
"Mine," Cassandra growled into her ear when she broke the kiss. "You're mine."
"I am," Morrigan whimpered, arching backward and baring her neck. Cassandra latched onto the sensitive skin, and the witch bucked hard beneath her. Suddenly, all she knew was Morrigan. Morrigan's hands clutching at her shoulders. Morrigan's heels digging into the back of her legs. Morrigan's inner walls rippling around her, urging her to come.
That feeling, and the permission that went with it, shattered the last of Cassandra's resolve. She thrust as deeply as she could manage, and as their hips slammed together, a bolt of pure pleasure ran down the shaft of the toy. She squeezed around the part buried inside of her, and her clit throbbed as she gave in to her climax, praying that Morrigan would fly over the edge with her.
Cassandra's release broke over her in crashing waves. Her hips jerked, losing their rhythm completely, and she let out a muffled cry against Morrigan's shoulder. Thick pulses rushed along the length of the cock, bursting free from the aching head. The powerful surge took her completely by surprise, but she was too far gone to care. The thought that she was filling Morrigan, hopefully with her own wetness, only sent her spiraling further out of control.
Morrigan tensed beneath her, her breath hitching at first, but moments later, the little gasp was replaced with a high-pitched wail. Sharp nails raked down her back, and Cassandra felt the clinging warmth around her clench even tighter. Morrigan's inner walls fluttered, shivering harder every time another flood of heat spilled from her shaft. It only encouraged Cassandra further. She let go, surrendering to the shudders that passed between them.
It took a long time for the two of them to float back to earth. Each time Morrigan trembled with aftershocks, Cassandra felt herself respond. The toy had finished emptying, and its length no longer felt strained, but her clit still twitched against the seat. She stopped bearing her mass on her elbows and fell forward, letting Morrigan carry a bit more of her weight. "I... I had no idea that would..."
"I did wonder," Morrigan panted, still happily breathless.
Cassandra started to ask how she had known, but then she remembered the way her desire had spilled over Morrigan's fingers before the two of them had started. She had been too wrapped up in the new sensations to question it, or consider what it might mean. "I suppose it was a... pleasant surprise? It certainly felt..." She couldn't find the words, but her body shook.
Morrigan laughed. "I take it you approve of Dagna's design?"
Cassandra nodded, nuzzling her face further into the crook of Morrigan's neck. Even though she had stopped thrusting, the subtle sensations of softness and heat travelling through the shaft still felt nice. It is... comforting to be inside her, no matter which way. And thinking about what she said earlier makes me feel... connected. The fact that Morrigan had acknowledged feelings for her beyond attraction was overwhelming, and she found herself grinning.
"Did you truly mean what you said earlier? And just now?"
Morrigan shifted, turning her head on the pillow so they could see each other's faces more easily. "I said many things. Which did you mean?"
"About... wishing to be mine. And feeling some tie to me. One that goes beyond, er... sex."
"You can say the word," Morrigan teased. "The two of us have engaged in a good deal of it, after all."
Cassandra blushed, groaning softly in frustration. "Must you be sarcastic about everything? Please, answer my question. Did you truly mean what you said?"
Morrigan sighed, draping a slender arm about her waist and tracing lightly along the furrow of her spine. "Yes. I truly meant it. As much as I may wish to keep to myself, I have come to realize that I need the company of other people. Your company most of all. I wish to share it always. That is, if you think you can tolerate me in return."
"Tolerate you?" Cassandra laughed. She knew she was probably smiling like a fool, but she hardly cared. "Somehow, beyond all understanding, I have come to adore you. If you wish to be mine, I wish to be yours as well. Although we will have to work on your romantic overtures."
Morrigan arched a brow. She swept her other hand along the side of their naked bodies. "'Tis this not a romantic overture?"
"It is an excellent start," Cassandra said. "Perhaps poetry next time."
"That may require some bribery on your part," Morrigan said. "What do you have to offer me in return?" Cassandra's smile became a much thinner smirk. Instead of answering, she rocked her hips, pushing deep enough to make Morrigan moan. "That... is an acceptable trade," she murmured. "Keep going. I am far from finished with you."
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