Warning *** There is more lemons and limes in this chapter. *** Warning
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Do not own Dragon Age
That night, Cullen is going over troop movements with his captains, getting everyone set, in case Corypheus shows up at Skyhold. Solona is leaning against the back wall, watching Cullen. Cullen dismisses the soldiers, closing the door behind them.
"It never ends, does it?" Cullen asks rhetorically.
"Unfortunately, no. It doesn't." Solona tells him, moving off the wall.
"I just need to put some of this paperwork away, then we can turn in." Cullen says, moving back over to his desk.
Solona follows, helping him sort it out. The last is put away, Solona is half sitting on the desk. Cullen is smirking down at her. Solona accidentally pushes a small glass onto the floor, breaking it.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I..." Solona starts.
Cullen looks at her, then at the desk. He pushes everything thing else off it. He grabs Solona roughly, sitting her fully on the desk.
"Lean back." He orders, his voice seductive.
Solona is breathing hard doing what he says. She is strangely aroused by his forcefulness. Cullen rushes to lock the doors to his office. He comes back, running his hands up Solona's thighs, under her robes. The sounds of her moans turns him on further.
He finds her undergarments, hooking his fingers into the waist band, he pulls them down, tossing them behind him. He bunches the bottom of her robes up, diving into her hot sex, lapping at the sweet nectar flowing out. Solona holds onto his head, her legs wrapping around his shoulders. She is mewling uncontrollably. Cullen is feasting on her flower as a starved man. He brings his hand up, sliding a finger into the sensitive core of her heat. Pushing it inside then back out. Solona is grinding against the appendage, but it's not enough.
"Oh please, Cullen. Please, I need you." Solona begs.
"What do you need, my love. Tell me and it is yours." he says, his finger moving faster.
"Your cock. I want your cock. I want it filling me. I want it inside me." Solona gets out, squirming on his swiftly moving finger.
Cullen is kissing her a moment later, fumbling with his trouser ties. Solona sits up a bit, helping him, once he is released, he is sliding his throbbing member into her drenched sex. Shuddering at the rapture he feels, she is quivering and pulsing around him. Solona is no less immune, climaxing at his entrance, feeling complete.
Cullen finds himself a moment later, he manages to get her robe open at the top and frees her breasts from the band holding them. Cullen is sucking and caressing a furled nipple, while his hips piston rapidly. Solona holding on for the ride, her channel squeezing hard. She manages to get his cloak off and his upper armor off. Cullen feels himself getting close, but he's not done. He pulls out, Solona whines, protesting, her womanhood is convulsing, bereft. Cullen pulls her to stand, turning her quickly. Solona braces her hands on the desk.
"I'm going to fuck you. But first, I'm going to tease you a bit. I want you at your absolute edge of sanity. I want you begging me for it." Cullen tells her, his hands running up her sides, his touch is rough, animalistic.
Solona is breathing heavily, her sex is throbbing, convulsing on itself. She nods, giving Cullen a look that tells him she is eager for his treatment. Cullen runs his hands up her thighs again, teasing her. He brushes his fingers along the seam of her puffy nether region, weeping its juices. He kneels, licking the essence, drinking it in. Cullen spreads her apart, his tongue finds the little bundle of nerves that makes her climax repeatedly. Solona is sobbing, crying out her absolute pleasure. Cullen slows, his tongue pierces her again and again. He feels Solona's legs, shaking from his onslaught. Her mewls of pleasure are a music he is happily learning to conduct.
"Please, Cullen. Oh, please." Solona finally cries out.
"Say it, my love. Say it, and I will give it to you." Cullen informs her, smirking triumphantly.
"Fuck me, Cullen. Fuck me hard. Show me who I belong too. Who I will always belong too." Solona pleads, her whole body desperate for him.
Cullen stands quickly, lining himself up, he slides inside her. Solona is grinding back onto him, wanting as much as she can get. Cullen sets a brutal pace, relentless in his assault. Solona is squeezing him so hard, the feel of her sex, the tightness and the quivering, are driving him wild. He hits a spot inside her that sends her over the edge, taking him with her. Cullen is pressed flush against her, his seed shooting inside her womb. He collapses over Solona, both panting hard.
"Cullen...that was...amazing." Solona is finally able to say after a few minutes.
Cullen kisses her neck, "Indeed." he returns, still trying to catch his breath.
It takes them a few minutes more to collect themselves. Redressing is a delightful affair, Solona is having trouble finding her undergarments, both are chuckling, trying to locate them. Cullen finds the garment under a discarded paper from his desk, twirling them on his finger. Solona goes to take them, but Cullen pulls his hand back, smirking down at his lover. He pushes her toward the ladder in his office. Solona turns and begins to climb, knowing that round two is waiting for her up in the loft. Neither can seem to get enough.
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25 Drakonis, 9:42 Dragon, Skyhold
It is early evening the following day, Cassandra, Cullen, Ellana, Josephine, Leliana, Morrigan and Solona are discussing possible clues to Corypheus's location.
"If he is clever, he will wait, regather his forces." Leliana comments.
"He is also angry, and people are stupid when they are angry." Solona interjects.
"You think he will attack sooner, rather than later?" Ellana interprets.
"Yes." Solona provides.
"It doesn't help us, if we don't know where he is." Josephine states, concerned.
Just then, the Breach reopens at The Temple of Sacred Ashes, signaling Corypheus' arrival.
"You owe me 10 sovereigns." Solona directs to Leliana with a grin.
"Half the army is still returning from the Arbor Wilds. It's not enough to face the remaining Venatori." Cullen throws out.
"I can take care of that." Solona tells them, a crooked smile on her face.
Ellana looks at the Warden-Commander.
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26 Drakonis, 9:42 Dragon, Ruined Temple of Sacred Ashes
They approach the Temple with caution. Solona will wait in reserve until the dragon is dead. No one wants to see the Hero of Ferelden torn apart by Corypheus returning through her body. The Venatori force is large, at least 1000 strong. The Inquisition army is a little smaller. Cullen gives the signal to the Inquisition army. The soldiers charge forward, they are determined to deny the magister his back-up.
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Ellana is fighting the magister, taking out his defenses. The dragon circles, it is about to swoop down on the Inquisitor, when another dragon intercepts it, knocking it off course. Solona watches the dragons battle out of the corner of her eye.
The Inquisition army is being slowly pushed back, when Solona feels the pinpricks under her skin. Smiling softly, she sends up a flare, lighting up the area. Cullen sees the flame rise up, concerned. A moment later, 100 men and women come charging down from the mountain, engaging the Venatori. A mix of mages, rogues and warriors, all wearing the emblem of the Grey Wardens. The group is working together in a mesmerizing dance of harmony. The small army is decimating the Venatori, boosting the morale of the Inquisition forces.
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The two dragons fall, Morrigan transforms back before falling unconscious. Ellana takes care of the rest, finishing Corypheus's dragon. Solona is fighting a group of Venatori, they are trying to attack all at once. Solona smirks, before sending out a chain lightning spell, taking them all down. Another flare goes up in the distance, signaling that the dragon is dead.
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Ellana is attacking Corypheus, he is starting to show signs of weakening. The party facing him is faltering, some are sporting major injuries. Cassandra is thrown backwards, hitting her head hard against the stone pieces floating upwards. Solas and Varric are trying to lay cover, but they are running out of steam.
As if by a miracle, a bird swoops in, transforming into Solona. She casts a group healing spell, refreshing the party. In rapid succession she casts three boosting spells, stamina, haste, and cleansing aura. Corypheus sends a spell at the Warden-Commander, a barrier blocks the attack before dissipating.
Cassandra stands, feeling better, getting her second wind. Ellana and Solas can feel their magical reserves replenishing. Varric rolls his head, feeling his reflexes getting sharper. Solona sends one more spell, a devastating lightning storm engulfs the area where Corypheus stands. He is hit with bolts, wind and rain. Solona says tootles, before transforming again and flying away.
"I really love that woman." Varric remarks with a crooked smile.
Ellana takes advantage of the opportunity given.
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Cullen sees the green light shoot up into the Breach, a few moments later the tear closes. The army has won, they are currently taking the few remaining Venatori into custody. He looks around for Solona, he begins to worry when he doesn't see her right away. A brown haired dwarven woman, with pig-tails, comes to stand by him.
"You look familiar." she says.
"Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition army. At your service, Grey Warden." he tells her.
"Sereda Aeducan, First Lieutenant of the Grey Wardens, Captain of the Orzammar division. At your service." she returns with a grin.
"Hey babe. We've finished off most of these fuckers. Where's the boss?" a dwarven man with short blonde hair, inquires.
"I'm not sure, somewhere...over there?" Sereda points to the whole field.
"That's really helpful." he retorts sarcastically, "Hey, I recognize you." he states to Cullen.
The former templar gives his name again.
"No, that's not it. Were you in the Tower?" the man pauses, "During the Blight?" he questions.
"I remember now. The angry templar. You seem to be doing okay. Now." Sereda says, eyebrow raised.
"I'm doing much better now. I'm still healing in some ways, but in others, I'm...I'm good. Great even." Cullen shares, smiling at the dwarven woman.
Sereda nods, understanding that. She introduces the dwarven man as Faren, he is also her husband. Cullen is chuckling at some of their banter. A couple minutes pass before Faren points to a small rise fifty yards away, Solona is walking over it, Scout Harding with her.
Cullen's face morphs, true joy coming over it, he runs towards the Warden-Commander, Solona lights up, running at him. They meet at the bottom, kissing each other in delight, relief that the other is good and safe. Cullen lift her off her feet, he can't contain his happiness.
"Marry me?" Cullen asks her, pulling away from her lips.
"Yes. Of course." Solona replies immediately, kissing him again.
The two are interrupted by Faren, Sereda and Scout Harding. They wish the couple congratulations, before turning their attention back to the field. The Wardens have regrouped and are awaiting the Commanders orders.
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29 Drakonis, 9:42 Dragon, Skyhold
Solona is talking with Ellana, consoling the elven woman. The disappearance of Solas has left a hole in Ellana's heart. A Warden, by name of Nathaniel, comes up to the two women, asking if the Inquisitor would care to dance. Ellana looks at Solona, who nods.
Cullen steps up behind Solona, wrapping his arms around her. She leans back into him, cupping his arms to her. A sigh escapes her, blissful now that he is holding her.
"How did your fellow Wardens take the news of their Commander getting married?" Cullen asks, a soft smile on his lips.
"A little shocked at first, but Faren and Sereda smoothed things over. They did however demand to meet you themselves. To make sure that you will worship the very air that I breathe." Solona replies cheekily.
"That seems a little unhealthy. Can I just worship your body?" Cullen quips, kissing her neck.
Solona chuckles, "Only if I can worship yours in return. Although a conversation would be nice now and then. Maybe some heavy lifting?" she returns glibly.
"I worship all of you. Even that wicked tongue." Cullen states, emphasized by him licking the side of her neck.
"What did your comrades think?" Solona inquires, giggling at his antics.
"Josephine has already started planning. Leliana says that she had better be apart of the bridal party. Cassandra's look was hard to decipher. I think she was happy." Cullen informs.
"I sent word to Alim and Alistair. I'm just waiting for the replies. Alistair will probably insist that we do it in Denerim. The Arl of Amaranthine will insist on there. It's going to be so much fun." Solona tells him sarcastically.
"Maker! I forgot about you being the Hero of Everywhere." Cullen jokes.
"I wouldn't care where, as long as we got the deed done. I am looking rather forward to becoming your wife." she comments.
"I want to sneak out. I want to hide away with you for the remainder of the night." Cullen whispers in her ear, nibbling the lobe.
"We should go now then. I want to show you how much I love you." Solona whispers back.
The couple exits quietly, sneaking out to the garden and up into Solona's room. They are not seen again until late morning the next day, both glowing in their happiness.
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30 Cloudreach, 9:42 Dragon, Lake Calahad
Ellana is fidgeting with the waist of her dress, Cassandra doing the same. Both women are unused to the garments. Leliana is turning looking at herself in the mirror. This is her last chance to wear such garments, her inauguration as Divine is a month away.
Queen Elissa checks on them, Cassandra and Ellana are still shocked by the cheeky, down to Thedas, nature of the woman. The ceremony will start soon, the guests are milling about the grassy shore of Lake Calahad. The Spoiled Princess Inn is playing host to the event. Lanaya, heavily pregnant, comes in to check on them as well. Leliana departs to go back to Solona, she has been feeling off as of late. Hopefully she is not coming down with something.
It's been a little over a month since Corypheus' defeat, this celebration is the start of new beginnings. There are people from every walk of life, commoners to nobles alike. This however is the first marriage between a mage and a templar. Bringing a new hope for the future with them. Just before the ceremony starts, three boats appear on the lake, coming from the direction of Kinloch Hold. Once docked, the passengers disembark, a platoon of Ferelden Grey Wardens.
A few musicians begin to play, communicating the start. The crowd parts, leaving a walkway open. At one end, King Alistair stands, his back to the Lake. Cullen stands in front and a tad to the side, he is dressed in his Inquisition Formal Clothes. Varric stands next to Cullen, dressed the same and holding onto the wedding ring.
The other end is empty for just a few moments, then Solona appears, Alim Surana, escorting her. The whole crowd gasps at the lovely vision she makes. Her dress is white with silver stitching and embellishments around the hems, a silver belt sits around her waist, a gold coin, dangling from a petite chain, is attached to the belt . Solona's hair is what is mesmerizing the guests. The tresses are free, flowing down her back, two small braids are holding the hair away from her face. Little purple wildflowers are woven into the braids, matching the flower crown atop her head. Everyone is thinking it as she walks towards Cullen, she looks like Andraste reborn.
Cullen is no less affected by her stunning beauty, but he does not see Andraste, he sees Solona, his other half, come to join with him. There is only love and acceptance in his gaze for Solona. A reflection she sends back to him.
Alistair presides over the vows, binding them together. The kiss is sweet and tender at the end, causing a great eruption of cheers. The two walk back down the pathway, hand in hand. They look only at each other, overjoyed in this moment. At the end of the pathway, they turn and kiss again, afterward Solona throws up a flare. It explodes into a firework, the guests cheer joyfully. The celebration party begins.
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Cullen and Solona are on a small ship, just the two of them, anchored in the middle of the Lake. Cullen is helping Solona out of her dress, kissing each inch of flesh revealed to him. He is down to his trousers, his boots and other garments already discarded. Solona moans as he nibbles at her neck, the dress dropping to the floor. Cullen picks her up, walking over to the bed to lay her down. She is pulling him to her mouth, needing his ministrations.
He lays atop her, cradled between her soft, yet strong thighs. He pulls back from her lips, he stares into her eyes, all her love shining through them.
"I love you." Cullen tells her tenderly.
"I love you." Solona returns just as gently.
Solona runs her hand through his hair, before Cullen leans down to her, smirking. He moves lower still, beginning his trek to passion and pleasure. If anyone would have sailed by the ship in the week that it was anchored at the lake, they would have blushed at the decadents moans and pleads coming from the sleeping chamber.
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? Bloomingtide, 9:42 Dragon, ?
In an old forest, somewhere is Thedas, Flemeth is sending a blueish light through an Eluvian. Solas walks closer to her. Flemeth finishes, before deactivating the mirror and turning to greet him. The two talk, old friends meeting again after a long absence. The banter is cordial, before Solas betrays Flemeth, taking a piece of her and turning her to stone.
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*** This is not the end yet. ***