Of Frilly Cakes and Wanton Desires
*My contribution for sub!solas week. An old piece that I edited and rewrote. NSFW*
I would not consider myself a pious man, no. A man of control, however, I could carry that title like a crown upon my head.
Or so I had convinced myself.
For many years I have kept my bestial needs to a minimum, only needing to let out a release on rare occasions, just as one would oil their door hinges to keep it from squeaking. But tonight, the inner workings of my mind debased me, calling me to succumb to the wanton desires that had begun to wear on me.
If it werenât for the wine, the delicacies, the frilly little cakes, the juicy politics, the intrigueâand the heady scent of sex permeating my senses in that damned palace, I would want for nothing.
But of course I betrayed myself. What was once contentment was swept away by the bristling of my arousal.
She had come to me, to ask if I had noticed anything unusual. I had not paid much attention to anything, except for her neckline and the three loosened buttons that were undone, exposing the curved top of her freckled breasts. I tried to avert my gaze but it seemed that there was no argument to be had with my eyes.
âSolas? Are you staring at my chest?â She asked.
If I had not lived for ages and been caught up in youthful arrogance, I might have blushed. Instead I eased into it her question, astute in masking my original intentions and remarked, âIt appears a few of your buttons have come undone.â
"Oh.â She bent her head and began fumbling with the buttons. Her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment as she struggled to close that gap.
âHere, allow me.â My fingers grazed across her skin and I could feel the heat rise in my veins as I thought of ripping the buttons free rather than covering up what lie beneath them. Thankfully, my hands were cooperative unlike my eyes.
âThank you, Solas. Perhaps youâd like to share a dance with me after all this is over?â Once recovered from her mishap, her confidence was regained with a beaming smile.
Sarya looked so lovely with her hair loose and splayed across her shoulders. I would have liked nothing more than to dance with her. Well nothing more than to see her splayed acrossâŚ
I blinked away the nagging thoughts and placated a demure smile.
âWhy, of course.â She bowed and I watched as she moved on, busying herself with playing detective. Her hips swayed back and forth and suddenly my own need had grown so great that I excused myself to the library, the only place that could possibly distract my mind.
what madness was I subjecting myself to? I needed solace from my own depravity.
Entering the library, I plucked the first volume that my fingertips could touch. Settling into a chair, buried amidst shelves of books, I breathed a sigh of relief and flipped open its pages and began to read:
âAnd what is this?
A Divine treat,
To taste of your tongue,
To lick at your teat.
To bear you before me
Legs spread apart.
To lap at your heat
While I tear you apart.â
âFenedhis,â I hissed under my breath, while grasping at the table with paled knuckles. Was there really to be no reprieve?
I had never shut anything quicker in all my life. All the base desires that I was longing to deny, came raging full force back into my mind. A whirling vortex of debauchery. I adjusted myself accordingly, pulling at my waistband to make myself more comfortable as my length pulsed against the tight cloth.
Curse the damned palace! Cursed the damned Orlesians and their books of filth!
But all the while I sat there cursing everything but myself, images of her flashed into my mind.
That unbuttoned coat with a hint of skin.
Soft lips pulled into a sultry smile.
Ass flouncing just out of grasp.
I sucked in a deep breath between my teeth. I would not give in. No! I would not defile her with my carnal needs.
But.. if I had the chance to spread her legs and taste her sweetness with my tongueâŚ
Vile. I was vile indeed. I imagined her seeing me in my state. Brow doused in cold sweat, cheeks flushed and handâŚ
My hand took a mind of its own, outing itself as the mutinous member it had always been, and slipped beneath my waistband, freeing my constrained cock from inside. Perhaps a few strokes would ease my aching mind and I could move on with my life.
But then I saw her there, in my mind, lips pulled into a smirk as tongue darted out in a disapproving tsk, seeing me for what I was. Perhaps she would scold me, remind me that I am insufferable and perverted. Itâs what I deserved.
I closed my eyes, head lulling back against the chair, fingers languidly stroking away my need. Torn between self-reviling and primal pleasure, I parted my lips with a sigh of pleasure as my hand began to undo me.
Hand stilled. Eyelids flashed open. Brilliant red hair flooded my vision and that sultry smirk was staring right at me. Apparently if summoned her with my carnality.
I tried to hide what Iâd been doing but only a fool could beâŚfooled. Her left brow twitched up and she moved toward me, a beacon of praise or punishment sent to deliver my sentence. Sitting herself on the edge of the table, shielding me from an outsiderâs view, she licked her bottom lip and said, âplease do continue.â
Surely I was staring at her with mouth agape in utter shock. For she took my other hand and drew the forefinger in her mouth. I shuddered as she withdrew it and planted a kiss on the tip. She nodded her head at my cock and promptly said again, âkeep touching yourself. You were doing so well.â
Like a shattered wall of ice, my mind collapsed in on itself as I did her bidding, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I pumped my cock in my fist. Each lurid smile she gave, each nod of approval, each kiss on my fingers made me insane.
âMmmm,â she murmured in a hushed tone which set my veins on fire. I bucked into my own hand until my mouth fell open wide. âThatâs it, Solas,â she cooed, âlet it all out. Let me see you undone. You are so beautiful like this.â
And as she said those words, a great groan escaped me as I spilled warmth onto my hand. My body quivered and shook under the sensitive touching until bated breaths released themselves. Again she kissed the top of my hand as my eyes reopened and she was smiling down on me.
I nodded like an incoherent imbecile.
âGood. We shall continue this later. Only you will show me what those hands can do to me.â
Slowly, composure reclaimed me. âGladly.â I bowed my head as she pulled out a kerchief and bent down to wipe me clean. She even cleaned each of my soiled fingers and kissed me before making her retreat.
With one last glance back, she winked and said, âIâll be looking forward to it,â then slipped away behind closed doors.
Leaning back and sighing, I tucked myself away until I was presentable. I stood, replaced the book on the shelf, and straightened my tunic, preparing myself to re enter the ballroom.
Lavellan would be the bittersweet bane of my existence.