***Warning*** This chapter has the sexy time in it. Not recommended for readers who have heart conditions or sticks lodged up their butts. ***Warning***

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Do not own Dragon Age

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21 Drakonis, 9:42 Dragon, Skyhold

The bulk of the Inquisition army returns to Skyhold a week later. Solona rushes into Cullen's arms as he crosses the gateway into the entry courtyard. He holds her close, bending his head down to meet her as they kiss. His left hand comes up to caress her cheek. They pull back a little to stare at each other, they speak no words, their eyes telling the other everything they need.

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It is a few days later, Ellana has needed the time to sort out the knowledge granted her. In the mid-afternoon, Cullen is training with his soldiers and the Templars, going through some exercises. Solona is with the few mages, doing the same. The practice area is in the upper courtyard of the compound, the mage and templar are trying to show their charges how to fight against different foes, how to read their body language and anticipate their opponents moves.

"Cullen, perhaps we should demonstrate for them what we are talking about. Give them a friendly spar to watch." Solona suggests.

"That may be best. No magic, or templar abilities." Cullen adds.

"Of course. We can pretend." Solona agrees.

Cullen takes off his clock, as Solona does the same. The air is cold, but Solona offers Cullen a cold resistance ring, as her robes already possess one. The match starts friendly enough, the two stopping after a series, to answer questions or to redo a move to show the troops again. But Cullen puts his foot in his mouth, which causes Solona to set him straight.

"Now, a mage won't be a problem once they run out of mana. Any warrior or rogue could take them down in one or two moves." Cullen states as fact.

"I beg to differ, Sir Cullen. I am a mage, but even without my magic, I could take you down." Solona retorts, challenging.

"Really? I don't think so, Solona." Cullen smirks, playing along.

"No magic. Just a good old fashioned fight." Solona lays out the rules.

Cullen agrees, handing his sword to a soldier. The two combatants circle each other, before going for hits, both dodging. It starts out amicable, but a quick blow from both of them to the other, in tender places, turns the fight less friendly. Solona shocks everyone with her next move, Cullen is advancing, fists set, Solona ducks down, then spins back wards with her right leg out, knocking Cullen down. Solona quickly stands, returning to a fighting stance. Cullen is stunned by the move, but recovers swiftly. The two drift closer to the small puddles, they are mostly blocking and throwing each other around, both are getting angry, Cullen attempts to throw Solona again, but he loses his footing in the muddy ground, they both fall into the water.

They both stand up at the same time, covered in mud. They look at each other and start laughing, finding the whole thing comical. They help each other to navigate out of the mud, slipping here and there as they go, chuckling harder. Cassandra yells at them to stop acting like children, although the effect is lost, as she is laughing at them herself.

"How did you? Where did you learn that move?" Cullen asks, trying to keep his footing.

"During the Blight. Zevran taught me some counter-attacks. He didn't want me to be caught off-guard." Solona informs him, slipping in the mud.

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Cullen is freshly washed and wearing just a basic set of clothes, he apologized to the washer woman when he handed her his garments. The woman chuckled, and shewed him away. The ones from the mage were just as muddy and Solona apologized as well.

The former templar makes his way to Solona's room, knocking on the door, but getting no answer. He knocks again, a little louder. The door is locked, but he has a key that opens all the doors in the compound, he debates for a few seconds, before unlocking it and going inside.

Cullen doesn't see Solona, but he does notice a different set of robes and small clothes laid out on the bed. There is a partition up on the other side of the room. Walking over, he steps around it, and immediately steps back. Solona is in the bath. Cullen raises an eyebrow.

"Solona?" he calls out.

"Hmm. Oh, I fell asleep." Solona says, coming awake instantly.

"That's dangerous you know?" Cullen chastises gently.

"I didn't mean too." Solona retorts, "How did you get in?" she asks, getting out.

"I have a skeleton key." Cullen tells her.

"Well that's handy." Solona comments, "Could you hand me my clothes?" she inquires.

"Maybe I don't want too. Maybe I could lock the door back up, put a chair under the handle." Cullen suggests, his voice getting lower, husky.

"Maybe I'd not say no. Maybe I want you to." Solona returns, waiting.

Cullen walks over, Solona hears the sound of the lock clicking back into place, then a chair being placed. Solona steps around the partition, a thin white robe covers her, but the water that clung to her body has made the fabric translucent in some places. Cullen's breath hitches as he sees her. Solona's hair is still a little wet, but it is down, flowing behind her. Cullen walks back over to her, taking his tunic off as he gets closer, he observes the outline of her body.

He can make out the muted color of her nipples through the fabric, the way her chest moves, anticipating his approach. Cullen stands before her, his right hand comes up to her hip, pulling her into him. His eyes convey his want, his need. He sees it in her eyes, reflected back at him. He lends down, kissing her softly. Solona's arms embracing him, melting into him, giving him all of her.

"I Love You." Cullen whispers, pulling back, pouring everything he feels for her into the words.

"And I Love You. Always." Solona returns, just as sincerely, just as strongly.

"And Forever." Cullen adds, before kissing her again.

They meet in the middle, their lips touching, eyes shutting, the kiss is soft at first, but as they pull the other close, the kiss deepens and turns decadent. It is passion and longing, it is thirteen years of waiting for this moment, this chance to be together. Tongues slide along one another, slowly, exploring. As the need to breath becomes necessary, they pull back, both affected the same way.

It starts slow, he swoops back in for another kiss, before moving his hands to the robe. Solona finds the ties to his trousers, as Cullen slides the robe from her shoulders, exposing her fully to his eyes. As her flesh is revealed to him, his stare intensifies. Her full breast, large and pert, the dusty rose colored nipples, furled and erect. His mouth waters, but he takes his time, drinking in the vision she makes.

He is conscious of her toned legs and arms, but the lithe, tonal form of her torso is alluring. The robes are dropped to the floor, his breath catches, feeling her fingers pull at his bottoms, the ties loosened enough to pull the fabric away. Solona hooks her fingers into his undergarments as well and pulls them out a little, then inches them down.

His hot turgid flesh is uncovered to her eyes. He hisses as the cloth brushes against him. She stops and looks up at him, concerned. Cullen nods slowly, his right hand curls, running his knuckles along her side, creeping towards a heaving mound. The garments fall to his boots, Cullen steps backwards, Solona leans into him. The touch of their bare skin against one another is searing. The contradiction between the strength of her body and the softness of her form are mesmerizing.

Cullen is backed up, towards the bed, trying not to trip with his pants tangled around his ankles. Solona forces him to sit, the back of Cullen's legs hit the mattress. She kneels down to the floor, removing his boots and tossing the trousers bunched up around his legs away from them, Solona looks up at him.

"I've never...done this. I've heard...that it's...pleasurable. Plus, I've caught Alim and Zevran engaged in this... " Solona explains.

"You don't..." Cullen tries, but Solona stops him.

"I want too. I want to know all of you." she appeals to him. "I also read that it will make you...last longer. When we get to the...love making part." she finishes, hopeful.

"Only if I can do the same for you. I've never either, but I've read and heard stories also, about that. I too want to know all of you. I don't want us to leave until we have explored every part of each other." Cullen informs her, his love shining though his eyes.

Solona is so moved by his words, her womanhood throbs with need. She pushes it aside for now, she wants to taste him first. Solona looks down at the shaft, erect and waiting for her touch. Her hand moves attentively, at her first contact, Cullen hisses again, Solona can hear the pleasure now in the tone. Using a little more firmness, she wraps her right hand around the stiff member. It is a contradiction to her, both soft and hard. She moves her hand along it, going up. Cullen moans quietly, her flower pulses. Solona is not sure of sizes, but it seems larger than others she has accidentally seen. She wonders briefly how it will fit inside her, but tosses the notion out. It must be able too, otherwise there would not be so many people in the world.

Cullen is in heaven, The sensations of Solona touching him, caressing him, are both painful and pleasurable. He is spellbound observing her study of his erection. He notices her squirming, rubbing her thighs together. She is turned on by him, by his pleasure at her perusal. Cullen waits though, he will not rush her.

Solona kisses the tip softly, a gentle lick follows. Cullen's moaned noises encourage her. She opens her mouth, sliding the tip inside. Cullen groans happily, his hand comes up to her head. He fiddles with her hair. The auburn tresses are so soft in his hand. She looks up at him, his shaft between her lips and her hair fanned around her, catching in the fires glow. She is a goddess to him. Solona turns her gaze back down, focusing on her task. His manhood disappears only half way. As she becomes accustomed to the thick appendage, she goes down a little farther.

Solona adjusts to the large erection, her fingers barely touch each other and only if she squeezes the member. He is long, she can not get all of him inside her mouth. He pulses around her hand. Solona is not sure if what she is doing is correct, but the sounds Cullen is making are reassuring. She tries different speeds, different suctions. An 'oh Maker!' from him, has Solona doing that again. It does not take much more for him to climax, the seed spilling out into her mouth. Solona swallows, the taste is not unpleasant, but it's not wonderful either. She continues to lick him, cleaning him in a sense.

Cullen is panting, the force of his orgasm caught him by surprise. He tries to think clearly, the rhythm of her tongue gliding along his shaft brings him out of his haze. Cullen shifts, Solona releases him with a pop. The templar pulls her up to him, dragging her into his lap. Solona's sex brushes against the semi-hard flesh of his member. Solona moans uncontrollably, her breasts feel neglected, her body feels wanton. Cullen kisses her deep, not caring if he tastes himself upon her tongue. He stands, keeping Solona in his arms. She wraps her legs around him, instinctively. He turns them around, and bends to lay her down on the mattress. His manhood is cradled in between her womanhood, and she is rocking her own hips against the shaft, trying to find the thing her body wants.

Cullen breaks the kiss to her lips, he descends down her body. He stops at the heaving breasts, the nipples are hard as rocks, and pebbled to fine points. Holding himself up with his right arm, his left hand runs up between the large globes, he touches around them. Solona is squirming and gasping, she pushes her breasts up, wanting him to touch the peaks, to caress and hold them. Cullen smirks lightly, then molds the soft flesh of her bosom in his hand, the moan she makes is addictive. He runs his thumb over the pointed nipple, she is panting and moaning. Cullen lowers his head, taking the peak into his mouth, a breathless gasp escapes the mage. Cullen switches hands, then breasts, repeating the process all over again.

Cullen slows himself, there is still much more to explore. He kisses down further, moving over her stomach, peppering below her navel, she is moaning louder, the anticipation is building her up to an incredible crescendo. Cullen spreads her legs slowly, and is almost undone. Her womanhood is pink and weeping, glistening in the firelight. A soft patch of auburn curls above the dewy flower are neatly trimmed. He stares for just a second longer, before lowering his head. He gives a tentative lick to the pink blossom, Solona bucks. Cullen lays himself down, getting comfortable. He inhales deeply, the smell is divine. Cullen pushes his tongue out, touching the neglected core. Solona is crying out, moaning and shuddering. Cullen experiments, licking and sucking the juicy flesh. He is hard as steel as he tastes her orgasm.

Cullen moves up her body, scorching her flesh with his hot tongue. He works his way back up to her mouth, she tastes herself on his lips. He aligns himself, his member poised, the tip touching her nectar soaked center.

"It may hurt. I heard that it does the first time." Cullen says, wanting her to be sure.

"Nothing can hurt worse than the ache I now feel without you joined with me." Solona begs him.

Cullen kisses her as his hips push forward, his flesh sliding inside slowly. He feels something within her, it parts to make room for him, and he know for certain that she is his, forevermore. He sees her eyes roll back, a look of pure pleasure crosses her face, he is certain his expression is identical. He stills himself as he bottoms out.

"Oh, Cullen!" Solona exclaims, her voice soft, but her tone is excited.

"I know. Maker, I know. You are so perfect. This is perfect. I love you." Cullen tells her, pouring his feeling into his voice.

"I love you too., Oh, Cullen. Please, make love to me." Solona begs him, desperate for him.

Cullen is stuck in the vice like grip of her sex. Nothing in his life prepares him for the feel of her heat. It pulses and convulses around his shaft, adjusting to the intrusion. He has heard stories, but the descriptions are poor comparisons to the reality. Solona is lost in the sensation. She is filled to bursting. Her womanhood is quivering around the flesh inside her. She wiggles her hips a tad, Cullen takes the hint. He pulls his hips back a little, then slides forward, he feels her climax, a sweet release of her essence. She fits him perfectly, as he fits her, he knows that he was made for her and she for him.

They are both moaning, Cullen kisses her again and again. His tongue is moving in accordance with the large member inside her. Their rhythm is slow at first, getting use to the feel of each other. Solona moves her legs, wrapping them around Cullen's waist, and he is sliding further inside. An instinct he didn't know existed awakens within him, as the tip of his manhood kisses the opening to Solona's womb. He knows what both he and that instinct want. His pace quickens a little, her flower blooms around him. Cullen turns his head, kissing and nibbling at her neck and shoulder.

Solona is riding a sea of ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through her. Cullen starts kissing her neck and shoulder, she latches on to an ear that is within range, sucking on it. Cullen moans as his hips increase their pace. She holds onto him, letting him do as he wills, wanting him to be as pleased as she is. Cullen is encouraged by the breathless 'yes's' and 'more's', the 'please Cullen's' that escape her lips.

Cullen holds her tightly, then lifts, sitting back on his haunches. Solona is in some control now, she rocks back and forth on the stiff manhood, grinding against the rod, trying to get more of it inside. Cullen pushes his hips up, getting his legs out from under himself. She explodes around him, his rod is drenched, as a pleasured scream rings out form her. He lays down, Solona on top of him. His hands are on her hips, guiding her. Solona is moving up and down on top of him, bouncing on him, grinding into him. Cullen watches her, he is so turned on, her breasts call out to him. He releases her hips, his hands hold the healthy bosom's. Solona's back arches, jutting them out, climaxing around him, her sex squeezing him. Cullen has never seen a more beautiful sight, than her release upon his manhood.

Cullen is ready to speed things up. Sitting up with her still on top of him, he kisses her deeply. Cullen molds her to his chest, and turns them quickly. Solona is on her back, her hair fanned around her. He jars them as he puts her down, his shaft hits even further. Solona is unraveling again. Cullen looks down at her, his shaft slowly sliding in and out. He grabs her right leg, bringing it up over his hip. Cullen feels her opening again, his pace quickens. The tip pushes past the entrance, Solona is squeezing him hard, she is so close. Cullen is right there with her, he moves faster still, they are chasing the same goal. He feels the sensation in his manhood, two more thrusts and he is spilling himself within her womb, Solona is climaxing around him. They are lost in the little death, clinging to other, Cullen is frightened to move now, but knows he must. Solona is reaching for him and he is eager to rest in her arms.

Cullen kisses Solona deeply, his shaft still inside her. They are revealing in the afterglow, both suffering from aftershocks. Cullen rolls to his left, Solona's right, slipping out of her. Neither are sure who whined at the loss of wholeness, perhaps they both did. He encourages her to rest her head on his shoulder, her left leg drapes across his. Cullen grabs a blanket with his foot, bringing it up to cover them. Their arms are wrapped around each other, afraid the other will leave or disappear.

"I love you." Solona tells him, kissing at his chin, overcome with her emotions.

"As I love you. Always." Cullen returns, feeling complete and free for the first time in his life, turning his head to kiss her softly.

"And forever." Solona finishes between gentle caresses.

They both sigh and fall into slumber, cradling each other. Their hearts overflowing with happiness.

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