Warning: This is ALL SEX. Just Sex, just smut. This whole chapter. All that, just that. Smut now, plot later.
She felt the snow crunch under her feet, as she walked through the town of Haven. Her eyes looking through the sky staring at the breach that still stood. The fires deep within the night dimmed to mere coals. People retiring to their dreams and their steps within the fade.
She passed the tavern, the rowdy crowd finally calming down to silence. Only in the distance can the sounds of wild Mabari be heard, howling to the sky.
Her hand gently rested against the door to his hut. Her magic reaching out through the wood that separated them, silently greeting him, seeking acknowledgement.
She felt the door open, her eyes slowly ran up his exposed chest. His tunic opened as his hand braced the door frame.
" I see you made your way here...Vhenan." Her eyes finally met with his her lips parted and mouth dry at the sight before her.
A coy smile spread across her lips as she looked at him, "How could I say no?"
He opened the door, allowing her entrance into his home and in turn his bed.
Her eyes looked about the room, her eyes resting on the books and herbs that laid about, "I see that your room is still a mess-" She felt his hands upon her face, pulling her into a harsh kiss.
Her lips melted into the kiss, her lips opening and welcoming Solas. His hands shifted and moved like magic, pulling her coat over her shoulders and onto the floor. Their feet stumbled backwards until she body hit the hard surface of the wall. A loud thud heard behind them as they came in contact. Anara giggled, her lips pulling from his as she spoke, "I hope no one was outside.."
Solas's lips barraged her neck, leaving hot kisses along her skin as her eyes closed to the feel. How he worked his way into her with his kisses and deep groans like an animal. How each kiss he left felt like a burning fire within her body, wishing for more until they both were consumed by it's heat.
Her hands fought with his tunic, trying to shed him of his burdensome clothing. He growled into her shoulder as his teeth grazed against her skin, leaving light marks in it's path.
She pushed Solas back, as his feet stumbled backwards leaving a small distance between them. His breaths were heavy and shallow, like he was drowning in a sea of want and need. His eyes burned fiercely at hers, filled with untold lust.
The silence and distance between them felt like a stretched eternity, Anara tried to steady her breath, calm herself and her magic down as it felt like a flaring torch within herself.
Solas could feel her magic reach out, as his reciprocated in response. It felt as if they were both holding back, having a show down to see who would give in first.
Anara pressed back against the wall, her fingers running down her thighs as she looked at Solas. His attention now focused on the trail her fingers left down her body. He growled as he watched her fingers curl up against the same frayed skirt she had worn before, exposing skin to his eyes.
"Vhenan.." He spoke as if he was warning her of her actions, ready to scold her. A smile spread across her lips as she cocked an eyebrow, her body and magic tempting him in like a sirens call.
He moved without knowledge and hindrance, closing that distance that she put between them within a heartbeat. He felt the animal within his heart howl as he slowly felt the control that he had dissolve. His arms reached out the the wall, trapping Anara under his gaze, as he tried to reign in control, fearing what could happen.
"Anara..." He spoke under breath, his voice deep and husky. His hands wrapping around her backside, pulling her close into another heated kiss. He lifted her against his hips, pressing himself against her and the wall. His tongue fought with hers, his passion spurred on by her moans.
Their hands fought wishing to feel more of each others skin. Anara's legs wrapped around his hips as she pulled his tunic free from his breeches. In one fell swoop she pulled the material over his head, her arms feeling the skin of his back.
His muscles moved to her touch, the feeling of her hands setting aflame a now raging fire within himself.
He growled deeply as his hands fought with her tunic, feeling himself press harder against her womanhood. Solas's eyes closed at the feeling of himself, rocking his hips against hers, groaning into her collar bone. Anara's head fell back against the wall, moaning loudly at the pace of his rocking hips.
"Solas.." His name escaped her lips as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Solas could feel himself growing impatient, wishing to be one with his Vhenan. He growled against her, his body aching as his fingers fought to unlace his breeches.
She looked down into his eyes, her hands running up his back as she bit down on her lip. Her legs moved on his hips, slowly pushing his breeches over his hips as he unlaced them.
Solas groaned as he felt himself press against her womanhood, his lips meeting her throat as his hands finally pulled her tunic free, raising it ever so slowly above her head.
Anara's breath caught as he wrestled her tunic above her head, holding her hands in place with one hand leaving her body exposed to his eyes.
Solas's eyes ran over her body, looking at her tanned skin and muscles shift as she tried to pull free from his grip. He looked over the scar above her stomach, still wondering what had caused such a mark. The flatness of her stomach and how her chest heaved in response. He saw red spread across her cheeks, hiding in the sun freckles that spread across her nose, was she embarrassed? Solas only need remind her of the reaction and passion that she ignited in him, not only with her body, but her soul as well.
He reveled in her body, his hardness pressing against her, hoping, wishing and begging to be inside of her. But Solas felt took his time, wishing to savor and enjoy the sight before him.
His eyes traced the freckles on her body, creating star systems within his own mind to have. She was his Vhenan, his wild and dual love and his greatest secret desire.
Human in heart and nature, she was passionate and now unwilling to bend. He had lived through her trials and listened to her ordeals, he had fought alongside her and shielded her. She was fierce and unyielding on the field of battle, but compassionate and private off of it. Her words and power spoke to him of the old Elven Arcane Warriors, able to wield both sword and magic into battle. Charging forth with the gods at their back and their enemies to their front, without backing down from a fight.
She was his.
Solas's eyes ran up to her lips, focusing on how full they were, wondering if she was considered exotic in Ostwick. Or did all Free Marchers look like her? Her breath was ragged and shallow, struggling with pace.
He looked into her eyes, their brown depths like a vortex of unspent passion and lust for him. He could feel her legs tighten on his hips, pressing himself further against her as her lips gently whispered. " More…" He could feel the slowed pace of his work come undone as he watched those lips beg.
He growled, his teeth threatening to bare themselves as his manhood pressed against her entrance. She bit her lip, eyes closed as she exposed her throat to the nips and bites of his teeth. She felt like a wounded and exposed animal under the watchful eyes of a predator. Like a deer being hunted by a wolf in the woods, with no way to escape, but to instead surrender to the animals needs.
Solas bit hard on her shoulder, threatening to leave a mark in his wake as he entered her in a single move. Anara gasped at the feel, herself tightening around him as he groaned against her throat, the tightness that enveloped him threatening to end his passion prematurely.
He remembered their conversation before, how Cullen was making his way around to them. Solas knew that it would take only a final push to make him see their way. Till he was under the spell of his beloved Vhenan.
Solas's free hand moved up her body, leaving a tingling trail through her as she felt his magic surge with hers. They had both learned to reign in their powers when in the same area as people, trying not to let their combined magic burn Haven to the ground around them.
She felt his pace begin as his hand gripped tighter on her wrists his voice becoming abandoned as all that was his moans and grunts. His free hand touched her face, as his pace increased, his eyes looking into hers, his words now lost, like his control.
"I am willing to share, but only if you can bring him around."
Her eyes shut as her head fell back against the wall, his lips meeting with her collarbone, as his fingers touched her temple as a shock went through her. Her body trembled to the touch as she felt as if the whole fade opened up to her, allowing her to walk through the world unhindered, but still physically within the arms of Solas.
Cullen sat there in his cot, reading over the reports he received from Leliana and her scouts, the women's tenacity was unnerving at times. But he knew he had known no one better to be the Spymaster than the Bard that saw his wavering form in Kinloch Hold. He trusted no one better at this point than her when it came to collecting such information.
He rubbed his eyes, it was getting late in the night, but he couldn't spend all night going over reports. He had to sleep at some point, regardless of the nightmares that usually met him there.
"Commander?" He heard a familiar voice speak outside, the same one that would at times plague his dreams with desire.
He sat up from his bed, his hands rubbing the bridge of his nose, it was too late at night to be dealing with this.
His hand pulled forward the flap to his tent as he looked at the familiar frame of Anara standing there. "Yes Trev….Anara..?"
He looked at her smaller frame as she walked with what looked like a bear pelt on her back.
"Isn't that heavy?" Cullen spoke looking at the heavy creatures pelt on her back like some prize.
"You'll be surprised what I'm capable of Commander." She let out a sly grin as he tried to hold back a chuckle.
"I'm sorry, it's cold outside, please do come in.." He held the tent door open as Anara made her way into the tent. Her eyes looking around the larger tent.
"You have quite a set up here Commander." The title rolled off her tongue as she spoke.
"Duty never rests, as I'm sure you're well aware of." His hands were grabbing papers strewn about everywhere. Suddenly embarrassed of the state of his room, "I apologize Trev...Anara...for the mess I don't usually get visit…."
He turned around to the woman who stood there in front of him, her bare shoulders exposed to him his voice became lost. His mouth left open in wide expression as his mind tried to find itself once again. He shook his head slightly, his eyes avoiding the sight before him as his hands gripped harder on the reports in his hands.
"What's the matter Commander?" She stepped closer to him as his feet stepped back, trying to keep a distance between himself and this siren. He felt his body bump into the chest next to his bed. His voice cursing under breath as he couldn't escape. Her finger touched under his chin, pulling his gaze up into hers. "Commander.." She spoke as she watched his conflicted feelings cross his face, "You put too much on yourself, do instead what you feel in your heart, and not what The Maker says."
His eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips as she spoke, his mind no longer able to understand or comprehend what it was he was feeling.
"Are you succeeding?" She could hear a voice in her ear Solas's pace picking up as her fingers gripped into his back, his hands braced against the wall as he breathed heavily into her ear.
"But I see Commander that I have crossed a line, I apologize again." Her hands gripped tighter around the bear skin as she braced herself for the cold awaiting her outside, "I will leave."
She felt a hand grab hers, before she reached the door. "No…" He spoke under breath her eyes looking shocked as she darted between his hand and his eyes. "No..Don't.." Cullen could feel his breath becoming ragged as he tried to think about what he was doing. What was he doing? This wasn't right by anyone's standards, let alone The Makers, but he was a man of needs. No longer under the service or eyes of The Chantry.
He was no more a Templar, and if he continued to go with his heart, he would no longer be within the graces of The Maker. But The Makers grace was not something he wished for right now.
His hands pulled her towards him, her body pressing against his as his hands ran through her hair. It's curls a mess from the wind outside the tent, making her hair look savage and wild. Like the passion and emotions that she kindled within him. Emotions that he hadn't felt for a very long time.
Her hands rested on his broad chest, she could feel all the years he trained as a Templar under her hands. In the strength of his muscles and the hard planes of his body pressing against hers.
His hand curled in her hair, wishing nothing more but the ravage the creature in front of him. Knowing full well the extent of her desire from the times he saw her with Solas. He looked into her eyes, like a doe, wide eyed and uncertain of the very creature in front of her.
Cullen gave out a ragged breath as he pressed his lips against hers. Letting go of the chains that forever binded him to the strict ideas that he grew up with. Instead leading only into the fire that awaited him in the arms of Anara.
He moaned against her lips, feeling the spark that he felt so many times before, and wished to feel forever.
"He is your's." She heard Solas whisper again, his mind connected with her's. Knowing full well the passion between the three of them. He bit down on her shoulder, a groan escaping her lips as her body reacted, digging further into his back, a smile playing across her lips. "Ma Vhenan.." He spoke, pushing himself further into her body, his magic playing with hers, sending chills up her spine.
Her hands abandoned all propriety, letting loose the bear pelt as her hands instead focused on Cullen's body.
His hands fell from her hair, grabbing her exposed shoulders, pulling her away feeling a rush of heat overcome him. The heat within himself flushed his face as he looked at Anara's exposed body in front of him. His breath catching as he looked over her tanned skin and toned muscles. His eyes running over the soft curves and hard planes of her body until he met her eyes. She stood there with pride, looking over the Commander. He felt a creep of a blush come across his cheeks as he looked at her, his manhood responding to the beauty before him.
She cocked an eyebrow at him as he turned back towards her face, looking at the full lips that spread a coy smile. His mouth aching to be back with hers.
He felt his stomach clench as a growl settled deep within himself as he hunted his prey, only wishing to ravage it, ravage her like a beast.
He feet moved with speed, his hands reaching out to her crushing her into a kiss. His body eager and willing as his hands moved across the skin of her back, feeling over the light scars that remained there. He wished to ask questions, to ponder where she got those scars on her body. But he knew that there was time for that, but in this moment there was only need.
What he needed was her, in it's best and truest form.
His hand ran down the small of her back, feeling her backside within his hand. He groaned loudly, his tongue running along her bottom lip, seeking entrance.
Her arms wrapped around the small of his back, her hands quickly trying to pull the tunic from his breeches. Wishing to feel the strength within his body for herself, with nothing in her way.
"He's your's as am I.." Solas whispered again, Anara's lips meeting with his, pulling them into a rough kiss, their tongues sparring with each other as she bit his bottom lip. The feeling eliciting another deep growl from within, pulling away slowly at the small amount of control that Solas had left buried deep within.
Cullen's arms picked her up effortlessly, like she weighed nothing compared to the armor he donned everyday. She lifted herself up further, her body now towering over Cullen as she parted her lips, Cullen's tongue darted out, feeling and tasting her lips and the feel of her tongue fighting with his in passion. His feet moved her body and attention far more focused on other things to know what was happening.
She felt the soft furs and leathers of his bed against her back as Cullen set her down, pulling away. Her eyes looked at the Commander in disappointment, trying to resist a pout as he pulled back from her body.
Instead she was allowed a new treat to feast upon as Cullen pulled his Tunic over his head.
Her mouth dropped open as she looked at the hard planes of his chest, the scars that too covered parts of his body. "Anara.." He spoke under breath as he nestled himself between her legs. His lips leaving a trail up her body, finally finding their final resting place upon hers. His hands still running over her skin, enjoying the feel of it and the sounds she made with his touches.
His hands ran over her outer thighs, feeling the strength and softness of her skin but his fingers ached for more than just simple touches.
Cullen's hand ran along her inside thigh feeling the warmth grow as he drew closer to her womanhood. Anara's breath became shallow as she felt his tongue run up her throat, her free hands gently touching her breast and the other slowly touching her wet mound.
" Anara…" She heard Solas whisper again, her body clenching against him in both reaction to Cullen and him. Both of their bodies and passion driving her up the wall with lust.
"Solas.." She gasped out, her eyes looking into his as words began to fail her, but Solas knew as her nails dug into his skin, threatening to break skin and draw blood.
"It's OK." He thrust into her again, still trying to gain control of himself, lest he spend his passion too quickly before the three of them reach their peak.
Cullen's fingers moved slowly, one digit entering her body, then two prepping her properly, afraid of hurting the woman in his arms.
"Cullen.." She gasped feeling his lips leave her neck, instead focusing their attention upon her chest. Her body trembled against him, feeling like a shaking leaf in the wind against him. His touches so precise, in yet so tender, eliciting every response from her.
She felt his tongue run along her breast, the cold that left in it's absence causing her to shiver her hips rocking against his fingers.
"Cullen...More.." Her hands fought with themselves. One grabbing the furs under hand, the other being bitten down on why her teeth. She was fighting with herself, trying not the let go too early, not to spend her passion before Cullen even entered her.
"Anara.." He looked up into her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed in conflict as she fought with her body. "It's OK, just let go.." His lips drew their way back up to her ear, whispering as his fingers pace quickened in her, "Cum for me.." She bit down hard on her lip, trying to hold in a strangled cry as she felt herself get closer just from his words. Her moans getting louder as she watched Cullen free himself from his breeches, his free hand stroking himself as he brought her closer.
" Cum for me Vhenan…" Her moans began strangled sobs as her body ached for it's release, both men expertly playing her. Drawing the most from her lips and her body, threatening to destroy them all in their joint passion. Solas could feel her clench against him, her body becoming impossibly tight as she drew into the abyss. Her hands running up the boards of the wall, her moans becoming louder, faster in pace until she finally cried out Solas's name upon her lips.
"Cullen!" She moaned her body clenching as her lower back raised off the bed, her hands gripping the fur tight within her grasp.
She felt a wave after wave crash upon her like the rocky shore of her Circle Tower. Her body ached for more, as she looked down at Cullen, his manhood still within his hand as he whispered into her ear, "I always wanted to see that..You spent in passion...But this will not be the last time."
He gave her promises of more, just as Solas would do. Cullen's fingers withdrew from her body, knowing full well she was ready for him. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her legs up around his hips as he positioned himself carefully outside her entrance. "Do you still want this?" He spoke, concerned for her.
"Yes." She spoke huskily, wishing for no more delay, "More than anything.."
He smiled, "As you command." With that he pressed himself into her, slowly and excruciatingly long. Her hands wrapped up in the furs again. Feeling himself pause, his head against her chest as he regained his breath. His body fully emerged with hers.
" We are your's Vhenan.." Her chest was still heaving, still trying to recover from earlier as she felt Solas's feet move, his body pressing her against his bed. Not trying to seamlessly emerge both instances together into a perfect synchronization.
Her eyes looked at the necklace that Solas always wore as he towered above her, his hands on her knees as he began his pace again. Trying to stay in line with Cullen.
Cullen braced himself against the bed, his body buried deep within Anara, the tightness he felt threatening to end him.
He breathed, as his hips began to move, his thrusts shallow, fearful of hurting Anara.
He felt her hands dig into his back, inviting him without words to move faster. He obliged to her commands, wishing only to satisfy the woman in his bed.
Solas's pace picked up, Anara bit down on her finger as Solas moved. His hips thrusting into her, bringing her closer again to the precipice. But she knew she couldn't go alone this time.
Cullen's pace began to speed up as he groaned louder, his growls were deep and guttural. Like a lion hunting it's prey, feasting, fucking.
Solas's growl sounded like a hungered wolf, feasting for the first time in months, telling the world around about this great hunt of this prey.
Cullen groaned louder, his pace becoming lost to satisfaction and completion. She felt herself get closer with every push, as he pushed further into her body, touching spots that she knew nothing of.
She could feel Cullen's muscles flex under his skin, as he moved, her legs wrapping around his hips. Her body re-positioning just a little, allowing him a deeper spot to hit.
Cullen groaned, his head thrashed back as he felt her adjustment, his body threatening to end now at the feel of everything. "Anara.." He spoke under breath as he got closer, his body wishing to reach the edge with her in tow.
Solas felt himself get closer, Anara splayed out in front of him as he thrust deeper. Watching her react to both mens presence within her, it was a sight to see. One that he hoped to see in person soon enough.
Her eyes looked into his as he sucked on his thumb, pulling it out slowly only to see it drop slowly to her womanhood.
Her breath sucked in as she felt the warmed digit touch her sensitive nub. Her eyes widened as she felt a shock go through her body, causing her toes to curl at the touch. Her fingers grabbed the sheets, clenching them tight as Solas began his own descent, dragging her with him.
Cullens body pressed into hers, his pace becoming rough as he abandoned himself to the feeling of her body. His hand reached out, grabbing hers, his fingers locking in hers as he began to lose himself, quickly spiraling out of control.
She felt the jolt from her body continue as she finally reached her own with both the men. Her body becoming impossibly tight as her fingers gripped tighter in his. Cullen groaned louder, his body giving way, his teeth clenching as Anara's name came to his lips, like his own personal Chant of Light.
"Anara…." He felt himself right at the edge, Anara quickly behind him as her breathing became heavy, her eyes closed as her head tilted back against the bed.
"Cullen!" She shouted, careless to the world outside the tent, and what they may hear.
Cullen followed her in suite as she came, her body gripping him tightly against her as her legs clenched against his hips, keeping him inside her as he came too. His seed spilling inside of Anara. His body shaking still from the tremors.
Solas felt Anara's body clench as her lower back raised from the bed, his name slipping from her lips, "Solas.."
He quickly followed his body spilling within her, his body tightening to the feel of her wrapped around him. Her tremors still flowing through her, her hands still clenched in the sheets.
Cullen slowly pulled out, fearful of the pain he put her through, his body collapsed next to hers. The sweat from his brow and the heat from their bodies would beat any fire he thought, his body still trying to slow pace. He felt her shift, the small cot barely accommodating both of their bodies. "Your bed is rubbish.." Anara spoke lazily, her eyes fighting to stay awake as her head rested on his chest.
"I'll be sure to get a bigger one for the both of us." Cullen laughed to himself as she rested her cheek against him.
"Good." She spoke, her eyes finally succumbing to sleep.
He felt his eyes slowly drift to sleep…
Then to startling realization as he shot up from bed. Looking about his room Cullen looked feverishly, looking for any sign of Anara. But instead was only greeted with his hardened manhood, wishing in reality what had flooded his mind within the night.
" By The Maker…" He groaned in exasperation. His body falling back into his cot, his body aching for Anara. Wishing only for the vixen within his dream to be standing there, bear pelt in hand, tempting him to untold pleasure. His hand touched his face, rubbing the sweat from it, "You have bewitched me…"
In his heart he knew he couldn't keep holding back from the pair that tempted him. Their magic single or combined felt like warm hand; welcoming and inviting to him and only him.
Anara would rage within his heart like a tempest, and ache within his body until she was his.
It seemed that they would get the deal that they wanted finally. That in the end, that the three of them wanted.