Do not own Dragon Age
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22 Drakonis, 9:42 Dragon, Skyhold
Solona stirs as Cullen removes himself from the bed.
"Cullen? Is everything alright?" Solona asks him sleepily.
"Oh. Yes, beloved. I just need to use the privy." Cullen whispers to her, "I'll be back in a few moments." he reassures her.
"I kind of need to use it too." Solona smiles, a soft chuckle leaving her, "And I'm starving." she adds.
"Me too." Cullen agrees, moving behind the partition.
Solona sits up, her lower body is stiff and sore. She moves to the edge of the bed, standing up, a pained hiss escapes her.
"Solona! Are you alright?" Cullen calls out, concerned.
"Yes. I'm a bit sore. Those parts of me had never been used before, or so vigorously." Solona explains, walking slowly to the chamber pot.
Cullen comes out a few seconds later, he helps her to the facilities.
"I think a hot bath would help." Cullen advises, worried.
"Will you join me?" Solona suggests seductively, biting her lip.
"Absolutely." Cullen understands, his voice husky, becoming aroused.
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Solona gets the bath set, while Cullen putters around the main room. He sees a note of the floor, by the door. Picking it up, he recognizes Leliana's handwriting. Reading the message, he smirks, and reminds himself to thank her later.
"Leliana sent a message. There is a crate outside the door with food inside, enough for tonight and breakfast tomorrow." Cullen informs her, jovial.
"I'll have to thank her tomorrow." Solona calls out, amused.
Cullen smiles, it takes him a few seconds to open the door and grab the crate. He makes sure to relock the door, before placing the crate down by the table. Opening the lid, he sees various foods, fruits and vegetables, a chicken, dressed and wrapped, to protect it. At the bottom is a change of clothes for him. The crate is left as Solona calls out that the bath is ready.
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Solona eases into the hot water, her nether region is at first angry, but is soon soothed by the heat. Cullen settles in front of her, at her beckoning. She grabs a cloth and the soap, washing his back and arms, pampering him. She kisses the back of his neck periodically, causing him to moan. He adjusts and turns himself around to face her, thankful for the large basin. Solona begins to wash his chest, Cullen takes the soap from her, getting a good lather worked up in his hands.
The soap slides along Solona's bosom, the pert mounds heaving as he touches her tenderly. Cullen is in a world of ecstasy, her breasts are slightly larger than the hands molding them. Her nipples are erect, almost begging him to kiss them. But Solona stops him from thinking about anything for a second, as her hands finds his hard length. Running up and down the rigid shaft, teasing him. Cullen shudders, cupping a bit of water, he pours it over a breast, then bends to take the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Solona's delighted moan is magnificent to his ears. Cullen pulls away, and has her turn around now. With her back to him, he traces his finger up her spine, the soap making the trek easy.
The soap long gone from his hands, his fingers are at her center, rubbing and caressing. The water is washing away the natural lubricant, but he is able to slip a digit inside, curling it upwards. Solona squirms on it, wanting more, feeling the turgid flesh straining against her lower back. That is what she wants, Solona tells him, begging.
Cullen removes his finger and stands up fast and getting out of the bath. Solona begins to stand, Cullen takes her hand to assist her. Once she is on solid ground he lifts her, her legs wrap around him. Her weeping sex is pressed against his rod, coating him. He rushes them to the bed. In a few seconds he is inside her, moving fast but steady. Solona clings to him still, her mouth on his, their tongues fighting each other for dominance.
Cullen is deep within her, his hips piston quickly, a hungry need. Still connected, he disentangles from her arms and sits up. Cullen looks down at where they are joined, the site of him spearing her most sacred areas is arousing him further. Solona spreads her legs a little wider, trying to get him as deep as he can go, wanting it so strongly. Cullen can not stop himself, he rides her hard, her flower overflowing around him, squeezing him so tightly. Her cries of 'yes' and 'right there' are music he craves. When she tells him 'don't stop', he smirks lewdly, not having any intention to.
The screaming of his name as she explodes around him is his undoing, he fills her again with hot seed. Collapsing atop her, both are panting from the experience. Once they catch their breath, they are kissing softly and tenderly, Cullen is still inside her tunnel, not wanting the essence to escape.
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After coming down from the high of their love making, they return to the bath to finish cleaning up, this time more focused. Solona puts his tunic on, but nothing else. Cullen wraps a towel around his waist, no intention of dressing anytime soon. Seeing Solona in his tunic, walking around, his flesh stirs, but he controls himself for now.
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They sit in the bed as they eat, the tunic falls off Solona's shoulder, Cullen kisses the shoulder every so often. The meal is simple and energizing. Cullen takes the refuse away, returning to the bed in moments, the towel left on a chair.
"This is the happiest I've ever been." Solona tells him.
"Me as well, beloved. I am whole now. I didn't understand before how empty I was. But now, I am complete. I have all the pieces of me that were missing." Cullen explains, overjoyed.
"I...I am the same." Solona begins to cry, pulling Cullen into her embrace.
"Solona, we are one now. No more hiding, no more denying. We are open and free. No one, no thing, can tear us apart, not even distance or time." Cullen reassures her.
He pulls her into his lap, pushing the tunic up and over her head. They make love slowly this time, wanting it to last. They explore each other more, learn new areas that give pleasure to the other. Afterwards they tangle themselves in each others arms, needing the other close.
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23 Drakonis, 9:42, Dragon, Skyhold
Cullen wakes as Solona moves off the bed, she kisses him lightly, telling him she will be right back. He hums and nods, closing his eyes. He opens them again, hearing her add some logs to the fire. He smiles, watching her walk back to him, he lifts the covers, beckoning her back into his embrace. They kiss softly, but the need returns quickly, as they touch and caress each other. Cullen blinks and Solona is on top of him, his length engulfed within her sex. She is riding him, attempting to milk him of his essence. Cullen lets her have him like this, but he wants to try something, the idea popped in as she was bent over the fireplace. He pulls her off, the whine that leaves her is both amusing and heartbreaking to him.
Cullen guides her to her hands and knees, then positions himself behind her. His eyes feast upon her puffy nether lips, swollen from their love making. Taking his length in hand, he teases her entrance for a couple strokes, sliding the tip along the seam of her flower. Her nectar leaks out, his member catches it, coating himself in it and then he is slipping inside her. Solona sees stars as he enters her, the flush of his hips to hers sends him deeper than before, hitting a secret place that sings in delight. Cullen slides slowly out, then thrust back in. The tempo changes as he continues, the dance speeds up. Solona can not hold herself up anymore, her upper body falls down, her bottom still in the air.
That sends them both careening, it is too much and not enough. Cullen is caging her as he collapses, his hips pistoning beyond his control. The seed from his rod coating the inside of her womb, the opening is blocked with his length, it can not escape back out. They do not know that a seed has already taken root, doing what has happened since time immemorial. A tiny wisp of golden light encompasses the diminutive sprout, protecting it, until the time comes for it to meet the world.
Recovering themselves, they decide to clean up and get dressed. They help each other, although Cullen jokes about them not being able to contain themselves, as flesh is caressed tenderly. Solona suggests they at least eat, she's famished.
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They walk hand and hand out into Skyhold's garden. Moving towards the main stair case. Cassandra sees them from below and shout up to them to stay where they are.
"Cassandra, good morning. Thank you again for helping with the paperwork yesterday." Cullen says, before she can get a word in.
"I...You're welcome. Were have you been? I was looking all over for you last night. Leliana saddled me with your duties, saying that you and the Warden-Commander were 'otherwise engaged' and not to be disturbed." Cassandra inquires, not understanding what the spymaster meant.
"Let me put it like this. I am now more intimately acquainted with the proper use of Cullen's weapon, and how effective it is in thoroughly penetrating tender flesh." Solona eludes, eyebrow raised.
"Oh,...oh, my. I...Maker! I should have realized what Leliana was..." Cassandra back peddles, embarrassed.
Cullen pulls Solona into his side, hugging her to him.
"Thank you again, Cassandra." Solona expresses happily.
Cassandra nods with a grin.
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Cullen and Solona are eating a light breakfast with Dorian and Varric. Dorian can already tell they the two have chased the little death together, teasing them a little.
"Are you really going to settle for a former Templar, turned Military Commander?" Vivienne asks, walking in from a side door, tone demeaning.
"What an odd thing to say. I'm not settling for any such title. I have been blessed to have my love returned. What more could someone possible want?" Solona returns, baffled by the fellow mage.
"You misunderstand. You have immense power, you could have your pick of whoever you wanted. No offense, Cullen, but you bring her nothing." Vivienne explains condescending.
Vivienne does not see the stone fist that hurls her backwards, knocking her against the wall. The crowd in the great hall backs away, Cullen is smiling, Solona is standing up, upset.
"That's the difference between us, Vivienne. I have the one I want. I don't need him to be powerful or rich, or any other thing that you hold in high regard. I just need him to see me, to love me. As I see him, as I love him. Cullen was made for me, and I for him. Do you have any idea how rare that is?" Solona informs her, looming over the Enchanter.
Cullen stands and wraps her in his arms, kissing her softly. His heart full to bursting. He wipes the stay tears from her cheeks. The templar leads her out of the hall, perhaps a walk along the battlements, before heading to his office will clear Solona's head.
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Vivienne stands up, humiliated. Dorian is standing next to Varric, arms crossed.
"You know, I wasn't sure about you, but now I am. What a remarkable woman. And she's right, you know. Love like that is rare indeed, and for you to dismiss it over something as common as power. She is right to pity you." he remarks, leaving to take a walk himself.
"Love doesn't last, Dorian." Vivienne retorts, angry.
"Yes it does." he spins around to look at her, arms out, walking backwards, "The whole world revolves around it. They write plays and stories about it. People kill each other for it." Dorian says, sighing, "Love lasts, Vivienne. It lasts forever." he finishes, turning back around.
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Cullen is hunched over his desk, reading missives and sorting reports. Solona is reading through a few of the reports herself, trying to help him catch up. Working together, they get the orders drawn and everything sorted by dinner. Cullen takes her to the tavern in the compound, not wanting to go to the dining hall. Iron Bull waves at them, motioning them over. He congratulates them, and winks at Cullen, who smiles happily. Solona greets the mercenary group Bull runs, asking them all sorts of questions. Cullen excuses himself to get them some food, he tells her to sit, they can eat with Bull and his troops.
The conversation with Bull's Chargers is lively, Solona easily winning them over. The small party exchanges stories and laughter. Bull leans over to Cullen.
"It's good to see you like this Commander. I think you are good for each other. She is more grounded, and you are more relaxed." Bull comments.
"I...Thank you?" Cullen wonders.
"It's a compliment." Bull clarifies, "Now, tell me. How was it? Is she wild, uninhibited in her exuberance?" the qunari questions with a lewd grin.
"That is for me alone. But I will say that I am looking forward to turning in for the evening." Cullen eludes with a smirk.
Bull laughs, knowing the meaning behind the Commanders words.
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Cullen awakens from a nightmare in the early morning, but he is relieved that it's not the ones he usually has. Thankfully, he hasn't had one of those since a little after Solona strolled back into his life. It is just like the woman, to banish whatever darkness she finds, making room for light to shine the way. With his withdraw symptoms subsiding, his nightmares about the Tower have lessened.
"Cullen? Are you are alright?" Solona asks him concerned and a little groggy.
"Yes. Just a bad dream." he tells her, kissing her temple.
"Did you want to talk about it?" Solona inquires, smiling at him.
"It's stupid. I...I saw you fall, Corypheus standing over you." Cullen says with a sigh, "You fought an Archdemon. I don't think a Ancient Magister really has what it takes to take you out." he finishes.
"I'm glad you're finally realizing that." Solona quips, grinning at him.
Cullen moves on top of her, Solona cradles him to her, "You are horrible sometimes." Cullen quips, before leaning down for a kiss.
Solona rolls them, getting on top, straddling his hips. His member is semi-hard, cradled between the folds of her womanhood. She kisses down his chest, nibbling here and there, as she moves. His manhood is quickly coming back to life, the closer she descends towards it. Just as she is about to reach it, she gets up and moves off the bed, smirking.
"Join me in the bath?" she teases, amused.
"Minx. Of course." Cullen chides her, smirking.
They relax in the basin, Solona leaning against his chest, her back resting upon the strong muscles. Cullen is holding her gently, they are just enjoying their contentedness.
"Do you think we have time for one more round?" Solona asks, smiling softly.
"I'll make the time. I would never want to leave you dissatisfied." Cullen quips, smirking. "Although at this rate...how do we handle it if you become...with child?" he gets out, not sure how to brooch the subject.
"That's...complicated. I don't know if I can. Have children, I mean. Being a Grey Warden, our Joining, it changes you. There are fertility issues." Solona pauses, "I love you. If you can not be with me because of this. I will understand." she finishes, wiping at a few stray tears.
"Oh Solona. You beautiful selfless woman. Would I be overjoyed to have children? Yes. But I do not need them, unless they were ours. Yours and mine together. If, to have children someday, means that I would have to let you go, then I can not do it. I need you. I want you. I love you." Cullen reassures her, kissing her temple with each sentence.
Solona turns around kissing him desperately, her heart overwhelmed with pure love for this man.
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Back in the bed, Solona is on top, this time her mouth is wrapped around the engorged length, sucking it in. Her hands are working the base of the shaft, moving up and down. Cullen pulls her off him, dragging her to his mouth. The kiss is deep, tongues fighting each other. Solona pulls back, she looks down to find the hard rod she wants filling her again. She lines it up with her core, easing the thick manhood inside her. The content sigh she lets out as she seats herself fully is in chorus to Cullen's. He feels her quivering and pulsating around him.
It does not take more than three strokes and she is climaxing around the hard length. She is so sensitive to him, to his touch, to his caresses. Solona plants her hands on his stomach, his hands are on her hips, guiding her, supporting her, as she loses herself in her ministrations. Cullen sits up, her breasts, pushed out as she rides him, calling for his attention. He wraps his left arm around her waist, the other is fondling her left breast, caressing it tenderly. He engulfs the hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking softly. Solona throws her head back, exploding around him, drenching him in her essence.
Cullen releases the peak, Solona's mouth descends to his, there tongues intertwining. She pulls away, leaning back, her hands wrapped around his neck. Solona bares down on him, the angle causes both of them to be swept up, her walls squeezing him tighter, he is hitting that secret place within her. They are both overwhelmed by the force of their orgasms, clinging tightly to each other. They hold each other afterwards, breathing hard. Invisible threads, loose pieces of themselves, are weaving the couple together.
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They are walking through the garden heading for the great hall, when the mage stops suddenly. A leaf, bright green floats by her, then is picked up again by the wind. Solona smiles softly, continuing her trek.
"What do you know of the Witch of the Wilds?" Solona inquires as they sit down to eat.
"I've heard the stories. Why?" Cullen returns, his interest peeked a little.
"I'll tell you about meeting one. It was just after we arrived at Ostagar..." Solona begins.