Hello everyone, I'm apparently in the beginning stages of planning a wedding. I got abit of a bomb dropped on me and it's looking like I'm getting married later in the year. OOPH! That's...That's ALOT of stuff that I need to get figured out in like...8-9 months. Oh man. Wish me some serious luck.
Again, thank you all for the follows and the reviews! I enjoy the reviews and knowing that people enjoy my work. Thank you for the support guys! Wish me luck!
Solas Pulled her closer to him, her body pressed against his. Oh how he loved her, from her brown hair to her soft skin, to the hushed moans escaping her lips. How he enjoyed every moment he spent with her, and how he wished it'd never end.
His hands wrapped around her waist as her hands rested on his chest, Solas slowly deepening his kiss. Not wanting to scare her away with any hasty actions, but despite his best efforts his body didn't take heed to his slowed pace.
She felt him twitch against her, his body hardening against her as he pulled her in closer. Wishing to feel more of her against him, he groaned feeling her react against him. Her hands moved, wandering over his back, feeling his muscles shift under his tunic.
The clear night sky shone like millions of tiny diamonds strewn across the sky. The chill of the mountain causing her skin to shiver. Solas felt her shiver, his hands moved across her arms, leaving a trail of warmth in it's wake. Oh how she missed the feel of a mages touch sometimes. How their magic would flow into yours, entwining and forming into something more. How they could heat your body with their magic, and make you feel things you've never felt before. Oh the things that she hoped to feel as she felt the tingle cross her skin. Oh the things she wanted to have him feel in return.
Her body no longer shook to the cold, but instead to Solas's touch. He knew that too as she quaked in his hands as he ran them over her back, leaving a trail of liquid fire through her veins. He broke the kiss, his lips running lightly over the nape of her neck. The very spot that he saw Commander Cullen stare at earlier he intended to claim it for himself. He planted kisses upon her neck, like planting a flag upon new ground. Solas only wished to claim more of her, to make her his forever.
He heard her moan as he ran his lips gently up her neck, kissing her cheek. "Vhenan. " He spoke, the words acting like a spell, pulling her from her lusted thoughts.
"Come, Emma lath." She felt his body disappear from her, her mouth still hanging open from the feeling that he left on her skin. His hand extended to her, waiting for her to take his hand. Her hands twitched, forgetting what to do, her mind and body were separated at this point. Her eyes focused back to the elf in front of her, his hand extended to her.
Her fingers found their way, gently placed in the palm of his hand, he leaned down gently kissing her hand. His body lead the way, Solas leading her further from the prying eyes of the world, and further from the frozen lake.
His eyes searched the sky, looking upon each constellation, like millions of diamonds thrown into a dark abyss. He had lost himself so many times in the stars, and in the fade, but tonight, now, he would lose himself in Anara.
She looked around, long abandoning her small bundle after the kiss that she felt from Solas. The thought had slipped her mind and she was suddenly curious where the elf was leading her.
"Solas, where are we going?" He smiled to himself as he kept walking.
"Away from the eyes of the world. Until it is only you, me, and the stars above us."
Anara smiled to herself, how it always seemed to be the theme, men and stars. How they always seemed to be so intertwined with each other when it came to her. She could understand the appeal of course, but all that didn't matter now. The trees began to thicken around them , the green glow of veil fire nearby. She noticed the time and attention that Solas put into their get away from the world. Ram leathers and bear furs on the ground, Solas's hand extended to the light, snuffing it out with a gesture.
He turned to her, looking her in the eyes, taking in every feature that he could see. His thumb gently rubbed along her bottom lip, tipping her head back up into a gentle kiss.
She smiled sweetly, this mixed sense of duality that shone through. Sweet and tender, but passionate and rough, like the feel of his hands and the look in his eyes.
Solas sat on the makeshift blankets, pulling her down with him, her hips rested atop his as she sat in his lap. Solas's finger played with a loose curl reveling in the feel and color of it. Her hair and eyes reminding him of the deepest parts of the earth, where rock and clay mingled with dirt. How it seemed to bring him closer to who he was, and who he was meant to be.
Solas's hand reached out, tangling in her hair as he pulled her into another kiss. His free hand running down her back, pulling her body further into his lap. Her legs shifted to the new position on his lap, her body pressing against him, wishing to feel more.
From all the kisses, he didn't need to ask for permission anymore as her mouth opened to him. A battle enraged between the two mages as their magic began to combine again. Feeling the heat within their bodies begin to rise, their tongues clashed against each other. Falling further and further from Solas's original slow pace and deeper into an abyss that they both wished for.
Their hands began to fumble as the kiss became more headed, Solas began to feel his reserve slipping away, a deep growl rising from his throat. He was slipping from his own control, the cool surface of his exterior burned away revealing a more savage nature.
His hands began to tear for clothing, pulling Anara's coat off her shoulders, her hands struggling to break free from the confines. He pulled his lips away from hers, groaning into the air as he felt her hips grind against his erection.
"Vhenan, I cannot keep myself from you any longer. " He breathed, her hands finally slipping from her coat. "But I fear any further and I cannot hold myself back." His temple pressed against hers as she sighed, her hands resting on his shoulders.
A wicked smile spread across her lips as she looked at Solas, "Then don't." She pressed herself closer to him, grinding her hips on his member. Her sweetness burning away as he thrust his hips up into hers, feeling himself press against her womanhood.
" You don't know what you ask for." Solas groaned in the air, his hands gripping her hips as he mindlessly thrust against her.
Her lips met with his neck as she kissed the nape of his neck, making her way to his ear, "Then show me." He could hear that wicked smile in her words, he could hear her begging for him to lose himself. To lose himself in her, like he's always wanted to.
He growled again, deep and guttural; like the sound of a wolf ready to fight. His fingers dug into her hips, tossing her onto her back, the furs breaking her fall as pushed himself on top of her. pressing himself further against her as his lips claimed hers again. This time rougher, as his hands pulled hers in a grip above her head. His kiss bruised her lips as his tongue sought the planes of her neck. Running down her throat and over her clavicle, Solas's free had worked with the lacing on her tunic. His lips leaving burning kisses across her throat, little nips in between kisses.
Solas's hands fumbled with the laces of her tunic, his lips trying to trace a path down with his hands. But his movements were quick, and lacked focus. He growled in aggravation as his hand just tore through the tunic, ripping the seams apart, exposing her skin to the cold air. Her back arched off the furs as Solas's lips traveled down her body. His lips and tongue trying to capture and claim every inch of flesh for himself.
Anara could feel the magic in her body expand as she felt his hands pulling at her tunic, ripping the last shred of fabric. She could feel the heat of it move through her body, burning through to the ground around them. Her hand clawed at the ground just outside their circle, the ground no longer covered in snow. But becoming bone dry to the touch, their combined magic filled the air with heat, a humid heat that was slowly melting the snow around them.
Anara pushed herself from the ground, feeling Solas's tongue run up her body. Her body shivered at the feel of it, until he stopped. An eyebrow raised at her.
"Had Enough?" He asked almost mockingly as he saw her lip twitch at his words. A smirk spread across his lips at his words, but as quickly as it was there, it was gone. Anara pressed her lips against his, as her hands fished for his shirt, roughly pulling it up.
"Enough? Never." She whispered in his ear as she pulled his shirt over his head. Finally after so much time, finally getting to touch him. She pressed herself against him, wanting to feel his skin on hers finally. Her hands ran over the plains of his back, feeling his muscles move, she moaned at the feel of his skin, finally under her touch.
Solas moaned against her shoulder as he felt her skin against his. It had felt like eternity since he saw her memories and felt her presence. Finally, he felt that eternity come to a close as he felt the kindling fire that was her skin.
Anara's body leaned on his, causing Solas to lose his balance, falling backwards onto the furs. She straightened on top of him, looking down over his body, her fingers touching his skin. His skin was smooth, and pale compared to hers. She saw the considerable difference when her hand moved across his chest. She bit her lip, looking down at the elf, his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to concentrate, trying to reign himself back in. But she didn't want that. She slowly rocked her hips against him as his hands dug into her thighs, hands running up to her hips, trying to steady her.
She rocked again, pulling the tattered remains of her tunic off, tossing it aside, it was useless now. Her hands ran up his chest, supporting herself enough as she continued to rock her hips against him. Hearing his voice moan and gasp at the feel, waiting for that deep growl as he abandoned his reservations again.
The feel of him pressed against her, moving, rocking, grinding was causing her to lose her breath. Her control over her breathing starting to wane as her breath hitched, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her body began its ascent as she closed her eyes, a moan escaping her lips as she moved against him. Her body begging for more.
Solas could feel her against him, her movements becoming more vigorous, he knew she was moving herself closer to the edge, and he was not ready to join her. But instead of feeling guilty over it, Solas decided to take in the sight instead. Her hands fumbled around his skin as she kept up her movements. Her hands trying to find a task to accomplish, they wandered their way over his arms that were still gripped on her hips. Feeling the muscles in his arms as they flexed, holding her in place. Until they finally found what they wanted.
Her breathing became heavy as her fingers tried to work on the lacing to his trousers. She had abandoned hope of him being inside her right now. To ride out on this wave with her, she felt selfish wanting this feeling only for herself. Her back arched, the hairs on her arms standing up as she got closer to the edge.
Solas looked as her face began to flush, her eyes closed, her body lost to the feeling surrounding her. He wished to flip her over, to enter her, to ride out with her into this eternity. But he let her have this moment, for he would give her many more like this. Her movement stopped, as if she was trying to stop herself from reaching the edge. Solas wouldn't allow that, a territorial growl came from his lips as her grip tightened on hers hips. Riding her out on his manhood.
Her breath hitched at the feel of him again, as he moved her against him, her hands suddenly losing interest as her eyes shot open. Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as Solas savagely moved against her. Harder, and faster, until she had lost all hope of return. His eyes ran over her body, memorizing the sight before him, never wishing to forget it.
She had lost herself in the feel of it, about to tumble down the edge to infinity. She gasped, and moaned at the feel of him until she cried out Solas's name to the stars, finally lost to the feel, and to Solas and his needs.
Solas came up as she was still recovering, her eyes closed to the stars above them. He pulled her in, his lips kissing her neck as she tried to bring her breathing down. Her body still quaking from the feel of her climax, his fingers sought the clasp to her trousers, wanting to complete them both.
Solas felt them unbuckle as his hands came around to backside, his hands slowly sliding them to a point. Anara had pressed her temple against his her breathing finally coming down, here eyes opening to see him, looking questionably at her. She had smiled slowly, her eyes heavy lidded after that experience. He was still rigid and hard against her even now, he didn't need to ask because she already knew the question.
Her weak smile answered him easily as he kissed her again, leading her back down to the furs around them. Solas noticed the area around them was dry, a small slow trickling stream lead away from their small camp.
He had broken away from the kiss, his hands pulling at the trousers that had gathered around her lower hips. She had taken a breath, her throat tightening in nervousness, Solas could sense it, assuring her slowly in his moves that she had nothing to fear.
His fingers had hooked onto her small clothes as he slowly pulled the trousers off. Like slowly unwrapping a gift, Solas saw her as the most precious gift of all. Revealing her body to him, like he had never seen before. She shyly turned away, a blush spreading upon her cheeks. But Solas turned her head to him, "You have no need to be embarrassed." He grabbed her hand, pulling it to his still hardened member, "When you still have this effect on me. " He had finished unlacing his trousers, trying his best not to become shy now after all he had said to her.
A hand ran down her inner thigh, feeling her leg twitch at the feel of his hand. She suppressed a moan as his hand got closer to her womanhood, lightly grazing her skin. His other hand still trying to get himself free from his trousers.
His hand struggled with the trousers, barely slipping them down. He was nervous and excited and it didn't seem to translate well in his abilities to just pull off his trousers. He felt like a rushed and fumbling fool, like this was his first time, and he was trying to rush his way through it. He calmed himself down, trying to dispel all of his concerns.
Anara pushed herself up, looking Solas in the eyes, "Stop worrying Solas..Let me show you.." She leaned in, her lips pressing against his. All his fears and reservations slowly melting away to the feel of her kiss. He moaned as he felt her hands slide down his back, her fingers slowly making their way to his trousers, pulling them down, pooling around his knees. Anara shifted, straddling Solas's hips, her hands touching his skin, memorizing the feel and patterns to the light scars on his body.
Her eyes looked at his, an eagerness and shock visible to her assertiveness. But that all went away when he felt her hands move lower, brushing against his manhood. He groaned at the feel of her hands on him, his eyes closing, " Anara…" The words slipped from his lips, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her further onto his hips. She yelped in surprise as Solas pulled her closer, feeling him against the wet heat of her womanhood. Her head lolled as she felt him press against her, words she never spoke slipping from her lips like a chant. As if she were casting a spell upon the world around her, the words clung to them.
" Sahlin, vir him sa…" Solas pulled her into a kiss, feeling himself slowly enter her body. He could feel herself tighten around him, moaning into the kiss, her nails digging into his back. Such excruciating pain he felt for so long wanting to be one with her, replaced with such pleasure. A moan escaped from his lips as he deepened the kiss, pressing himself further. He could feel her pressing herself closer to him, wanting him more and more as he moved.
Solas had stopped, buried by the hilt, waiting for her body to adjust, he knew that she wanted him to lose his reservations. To howl and claw like wild animal, but his first concern was making sure she had adjusted, then to the void with reservations.
She broke their kiss, his lips hovering only inches away from his. "Vhenan." He spoke under his breath as her hands cupped his face, her eyes slowly opening to him.
" Ma'salath.." Her body quaked as she felt him still inside her, her body trembling to him. It had felt that more than just their minds had bridged now, but their bodies had felt everything from the other.
She could feel his heart beat, and the twitches of his muscles through her skin. Oh how she missed mages, it seemed. His touch was electric, setting her skin aflame and her senses in overdrive. How his fingers ran up her spine and caused her skin to bump. How his lips knew what to say, and where to kiss. Like he had known her forever, like he had watched through her dreams and memories.
"I have seen your memories Vhenan. " Her mind remembered as she felt him thrust into her. A gasp escaping her lips as her hands wrapped over his shoulders, holding herself behind his head. " I have walked your dreams." He moved again, his hands gripping on her hips, slowly losing himself in the feel of her body. A moan now moving from her quaking lips as Solas kissed her neck. Rocking her hips into each one of this thrusts, building them up. " I have felt your heart, and I want more."
"More…" She whispered into his ear as Solas's grip became tighter, responding to her plea. Her hands ran down his arms, feeling the strength within his body as her back arched to each thrust.
Solas knew that she had adjusted, and that she knew what she was in for. With a deep growl against her skin accompanied by a bite on her neck. His body grew impatient with his slowed pace and only wanted to ravage her, finally allowing himself to it.
Solas's body pushed her back down onto the furs as his hands pulled hers back above her head, clasping them shut between his hand. His free hand pulled her leg up over his hip as he thrust into her. His body becoming more out of pace as he lost himself in the feel of it all. Her back arched off the furs, meeting up into each of his savage thrusts. Her body begging for more contact, for more of him.
Solas felt himself turn inside, like a great beast breaking free he felt himself drawing closer to the edge. But he would not go alone.
Commander Cullen looked throughout all of Haven searching for the two Apostates, certain that they had fled. He stood there over the battlements, staring at the breach. The bright green source still burning in the sky. He would not let himself resign to the idea that they had fled. Not after what he had seen between them the first time.
What he had felt right there for the woman who meekly spoke to him hours before. He could sense her aggressive behavior, but he knew that was something he may never see from her. She had been a Circle mage, of course she'd fear Templar's, even Ex-Templar's. No matter what, his abilities were there like some saddened badge to wear forever.
Cullen stared out across the frozen lake, the light from the clear night made everything a perfect view.
His eyebrows furrowed as he looked into the distance, the sight of a pack on the ground gaining his attention. Cullen held his sword close as he looked down at the gate, deciding whether to go out and venture, or to stay here and hope Cassandra wouldn't notice the mages absences.
Cullen decided against upsetting Cassandra, he didn't want to provoke her ire. But instead took up the idea of investigating that situation at hand. Perhaps hoping in the back of his mind to walk across what he did last time. Cullen became upset with himself, thinking about what he had witnessed outside the Temple of Sacred Ashes. How it aroused him, apart of himself felt ashamed, while another part found it exhilarating. He followed the tracks in the snow, coming across the small bundle. Two apples and some cloth, not much to fund an escape to say the least. He had his doubts suddenly, maybe they were...doing that...Maybe they were just enjoying the stars like people do. But maybe, MAYBE they were doing Other things.
"Oh maker.." He said, his hand hitting his temple as he his what shame he had. Maker help him if this was the person he was to become. A perverted Templar watching couples in the woods. " Maker preserve me…" He took an apple from the bundle tossing it to himself as he kept walking.
He moved along the snow, following two different sets of tracks moving through the woods. The night was cold and clear, every star in the sky out tonight for viewing. He sighed to himself, remembering the days at Kinloch Hold, and how the stars shined there as well. Cullen turned back, looking to the Breach, it's echo still in the sky, the apple in his hand met his lips as he took a bite. A cold and bitter taste to say the least, but food was food after all and in this moment, he needed something to hold onto.
He felt the snow begin to thin, the sound of the compact snow began to slush, slowly trickling it's way down the hill. He looked confused at the ground, the ground still slush as he moved, the tracks he followed gone.
He struggled with his movement as he kept trying to walk forward, each step a loud patter of water from his feet. His hands reached out, trying to determine what had happened. His hands felt like they had passed through a barrier. The heat within it humid, his hand sweating inside his glove as he pulled it out. He fought desperately trying not to suppress the magic he felt inside the barrier. Their magic had grown stronger in each others presence, something he feared could destroy them all.
Cullen stood there outside the barrier, removing his gloves, finally deciding to step inside, passing the point of no return.
It felt unbearably humid in there, he could feel himself sweat through his layers, his clothing becoming an uncomfortable burden. Cullen struggled with his movements as he tried to peel away layers, maker it was hot in here. He felt like he had wandered for all eternity, searching through some unbearable desert or what he thought Seheron was like. His armor was burdensome, he had abandoned it a ways back with his sword. He trusted his abilities, and knew he could undo the magic if need be. The fur on his shoulders became too much, it tickled against his face and only seemed to absorb his sweat. He shrugged off the material, maker why did he come in here after all? Of course, to avoid Cassandras anger…
At this point items had become scattered, by the end of it he was a tattered mess. The small mess of cotton he found wiped the sweat from his brow as he kept moving. The ground felt bone dry, like it was under the gaze of the sun for hours. His legs ached, and his body was rigid, from the sweat, he wanted this to be over, but he had lost his way along time ago it felt. His back pressed against a tree as he wiped the sweat from his brow, his hair an unkempt mess. " Maker, just let this end.."
He could hear a rustle in the distance. Hoping that he had miraculously found a way out, back to the blisteringly cold of the mountain. He slumped in a mix of defeat and triumph as he headed towards the direction. Stopping only when a moan stirred his loins. His knees buckled his triumph only turning back into defeat. "Maker not again…"
He knew the sound from last time, and was met with loud grunts in the distance. His reasonable self wanted to run away and lay in the snow, but the other part, his curious side, his darker side wanted to see more.
He laid low to the ground, apart of himself screaming in the back of his mind, telling him to run. But that reasonableness ran away at the sight of curves and naked breasts, his erection hardening at the sight of her body. Her legs angled perfectly over hips as she met up in each thrust. Cullen sighed quietly as he closed his eyes, hand reaching for his now burning erection. The heat of the barrier no longer burning him up from the inside. But instead he was being burned alive by his desire for the mage that moaned from each savage thrust by Solas.
How the sweat moved on her body, his eyes focusing on each droplet moving it's way down her flat stomach. Looking at the bruises that would form on her neck, or how hard Solas's hands gripped her thighs.
Cullen became surprised by their roughness, Anara's nails digging into Solas's back as he growled, biting her shoulder in response. Something he would've never expected from the cool minded elf and the simple spoken woman. But his body could care less what his mind was trying to process as he watched the two consummate.
Solas grunted, thrusting into Anara as she moaned loudly, her back arching, her breasts heaving as she moaned.
His lips moved down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue moving across the hardened nub as she nearly screamed. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from rocking on his manhood. But her reservations lasted for so long, as his lips moved to the other side, giving both the attention they desired.
She gritted her teeth, rocking herself against him as he groaned, slamming into her once again. He lost his balance, slamming his hand into the ground to get his balance back as he kept moving. He could feel himself quickening, moving closer to the edge as he groaned into Anara's shoulder. She felt him swell inside of her, brushing against her, his tip ramming deep into her, causing her body to jerk and ache for more.
Solas moved more, his arms pulling her hips up, deepening his thrusts. Knowing from her memories and dreams in the fade just what this did to her.
She yelped, feeling him deeper than before, brushing against a spot that caused her hands to clench and her knuckles whiten. Solas could feel her clench against him, knowing that he didn't have much time left as he kept up his thrusts.
" Ma sa'lath." He groaned into her shoulder, reaching his peak, bringing her with him.
Anara turned her head to the side, her eyes looking out into the distance. Cullen sat there stone faced and dead as her eyes found his. A wicked smile spreading across her lips as she looked over the Templar. Her tongue licking her lips as she saw his hand in his trousers. She had reached her peak with Solas. Her body clenching around his member, as she began to ride out her climax with him.
" Anara, ma'arlath.." He groaned, releasing his seed deep within her. His body shaking as he rode out his climax.
Her eyes never left Cullen's as she felt her body clench and move against Solas. The final moments of her climax coming over her.
Cullen's body had hardened at the sight of her climax. It had been so long since he had felt the presence of a woman. But her gaze stared through to his very soul, stripping away all guilt and leaving only need in it's wake. How he wished for her to be enveloped around him. To have her body against his, to feel her ride him out into completion, as he followed closely behind her.
Her eyes closed finally, feeling Solas's lips upon her cheek, whispering words in her ear as she smiled gently, kissing the elf on the nose.
Cullen felt the heat begin to die around him, the cold sneaking back in as the barrier died down. He scuffled across the ground, embarrassment spreading across his face like his blush as he suddenly searched for the layers he discarded earlier.
Anara laughed into Solas's ear, "We had another visitor this time." Her eyes looked up to the stars, hands spread across his back, comforted in his warmth.
Solas picked his head up, looking into the empty woods, "Was it Cullen again?"
He laughed into her collarbone, The Commanders Templar power was his own, like each mages unique signature of magic. The Commanders abilities licked out against their magic, almost like a saddened lover wishing for a waiting hand. She laughed out into the stars above them, as he kept it to her skin. Solas's hands gathering a rams fur and pulling it over their bodies. As he rolled off, staring into the stars, her head on his shoulder, and her hand resting on his chest. As they both drifted into the night, listening to the life and world around them serenade them into sleep.