#kremlas

Laid out against the dewy grass, Ellana gasped, rocking her hips upward against the powerful body above her with a needy whine. Krem chuckled, dragging his lips from the hollow of her neck to the rosy peak of one breast, eliciting another long whine from her. His lips twitched into a deviant smile around her pink nipple, sucking hard until the little pink bud slipped from his mouth with a slick, wet pop and a shuddering squeal from Ellana.

She murmured his name with a breathless whisper; his full name. Cremisius. He groaned against the soft swell of her breast. The way his name hissed through her teeth and rolled off her tongue sent shivers racing down his spine. Ellana began a murmured stream of Dalish expletives as he directed his attentions lower, kissing down her sternum to lave his tongue over the gentle dips made by her hipbones. He didn’t know an awful lot of elven, but he recognized a few truly filthy words he’d picked up from Skinner and Dalish. 

Ignoring the dark chuckle he heard behind them, Krem buried himself between her thighs, heaving a low, satisfied moan. Her flavor overwhelmed him, each taste like a drop of water on the tongue of a man dying of thirst. He reached a trembling hand between his own legs, an angry growl bursting from him when he was batted away by a sharp hand.

Solas knelt behind him now, having emerged from the treeline where he had been watching them, eyes glinting with feral intent in the dark night. If Krem hadn’t been used to sleeping in a tent with two elven women, the sight would have terrified him. Instead, that strange gleam gave him only a thrill of excitement, knowing Solas was there in the shadows, watching his lovers writhe. Slim, pale fingers entered Krem and he groaned again as the mage began to work him in a familiar rhythm, the man’s hot breath whispering over Krem’s back.

Then, he was lifted off the ground by a strong arm wrapped around his chest. He growled and squirmed, protesting his removal from the decadent little cunt he’d been so enjoying, until he was replaced on top of Ellana, and Solas was pushing down on his back with one hand and pleasuring him with the other, grinding their bodies together in a way that had the elven woman beneath them practically screaming already. Krem silenced her with his lips over hers, teeth gnashing, tongue lashing, while Solas murmured in the secretive language the two elves shared. Ellana said something in response, something that was cut off with a gasp when he pushed into her and snapped his hips forward. The slap of his hips on Krem’s ass drove him forward with a ragged cry, jostling him against Ellana’s core, crushed between two thrusting bodies while those slim, clever fingers continued to pound into him.

“F-Fuuuuuck....” he rasped. Solas was nothing if not talented, that was for damn certain. Fucking two people at the same time wasn’t precisely new to Krem, but he’d never experienced it the way he did with Solas. It was like he and his precious Ellana were merely toys, little puppets that the older man posed and arranged exactly to his liking before taking his pleasure of them. 

Not that he was complaining. The mind-shattering orgasms the other man could draw from him were definitely nothing to complain about, nor the helpless noises he dragged from the red-haired little wildcat beneath them. 

Solas gave the Tevinter a soft pat on the buttocks, signalling he was close. Already spent, Krem gladly rolled off of Ellana and attacked her lips with his teeth while the mage let his seed loose over her belly with a feral grunt. Then they lay together, the three of them, in a panting, sweaty, sticky pile beneath the stars. Ellana curled against Solas’ side, Krem pressed against her from behind. The mage kept his arms around the both of them, stroking Krem’s shoulder and smoothing curling red strands of hair from El’s forehead.

The elf leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled before him. “I suggest you speak to Ellana about this. Come to an understanding with her, then return to me and we can discuss the terms of the arrangement.”

“Terms?” Krem raised a dark eyebrow. “What, like a contract?”

“Of sorts,” agreed Solas with an amused smile. “We’ll need to discuss whether this is one-time only or if we wish to make it a regular activity, what is off limits and what is encouraged...It will be far more enjoyable for everyone if we’re clear about our dislikes and our needs from the start.”

“You’re...really serious about this…”

“Deadly serious.” There was no smile or amused glint this time, and Krem wasn’t sure if that should excite or terrify him. Either way, he couldn’t ignore the surge of heat the stony expression sent jolting through his body, or the sudden moisture seeping through his smalls as he turned to leave.

They met in a secluded corner of the library, Ellana sequestered in an out of the way nook with a thick volume of Dalish legends and myths. It was late enough that even Dorian had gone to bed, Solas had packed his plaster and paints away and retired, and their spymistress had swept off into the night. Krem, wearing little more than a plain, rust-colored tunic, soft breeches, and a pair of worn leather boots, approached her with caution.

“El?”

She glanced up in surprise, but smiled at him and scooted further into the corner, making room for him on the padded bench next to her. Even with her shoulder pressed against the paneled wall, there wasn’t enough room for Krem to sit without their thighs touching, and when she leaned forward to converse, he could feel her breath on his neck, smell the fragrant soaps and oils from her hair, practically taste the flavorful tea on her lips.

He cleared his throat and began again. “Um...I wanted to talk to you...about Solas.”

The girl nodded. “I thought you might want to discuss things…” She gave him a shy little smile. “He told me about...well. He said you seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“I...I never meant to--I mean, he said you...you encouraged it?”

Ellana bobbed her head again. “Yes. After I confessed to him about our...our kiss on the battlements, he became very interested in you. I think at first he just wanted to know why I was attracted to you, and then...well, then you kissed him.”

“And he liked that?”

“He said you could be a fantastic rake with a bit of practice and some finess.”

Krem snorted. “Of course he did.”

“I don’t think you’re a rake,” Ellana said with a demure, downcast smile.

“Oh?” Krem leaned forward, their noses brushing, and ran a dark hand up the curve of her thigh. “I could be, if you like.”

Her eyes met his beneath her thick eyelashes. “I think I would,” she breathed.

In one motion, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and locked their lips together, longing tongue probing into her eager mouth. He pulled her into his lap, spreading her legs to straddle his thighs and held her tightly to him until their burning cores were pressed together. Her fingers dug into his hair, and his into the soft, ample flesh of her thighs. Their kiss deepened further until they were practically melded together, hips moving together in gentle rolling motions until Ellana was gasping openly against Krem’s lips, moist with their mixed saliva. A harsh upward thrust had her moaning loud, her head rolling back.

“Krem,” she whispered in a high-pitched whine. “Oh, yes...again, please…”

He acquiesced gladly, jerking up against her center and drawing another deliciously wanton moan from her straining throat. Ellana’s slim fingers curled against his scalp and guided him forward to cradle his head against her breasts. Krem let his cheek rest there, teasing the soft skin with ghost-like little kisses.

“He told me you like it…” he whispered with just the barest hint of a feral growl. “Solas. He said that’s why he was willing to do this...because you like to be fucked.”

Ellana’s teeth came down on her lower lip, a smile curving her lips. “Yes...I adore bedplay...Sometimes I like to be fucked. Sometimes I like to do the fucking. Sometimes I just want to lay together with every bit of skin touching, or kiss and writhe together beneath the sheets until I’m breathless and covered in sweat.” Each addition was punctuated by a roll of their hips together, and a noisy, wet kiss. “Does it bother you?”

Krem chuckled. “Absolutely not.” Another long, moist kiss. “My only concern is Solas. What does he get from this?”

It was Ellana’s turn to laugh. “He gets to fuck two people he’s attracted to, then watch them fuck each other. He gets to watch my face when your mouth is between my legs, and mine around his cock. He gets to hold us both while the two of you fuck me senseless, to hear us screaming each other’s names and his along with them. And when we’re all nice and sweaty and exhausted, he gets two soft bodies to warm him while he drifts off.” As she spoke, she slipped down out of his lap, soft skirts pooling around her with a whisper of linen as she kneeled before him and her fingers plucked at the lacing of his breeches.

His insides seemed to flip upside down, seeing her there between his thighs, nimble little fingers pulling leather cord free and peeling the tight leathers down. Krem let his mouth drop open and a hiss of air escaped his lungs as she tugged his smalls down as well. The short bench creaked as he shifted his hips upward until his clothes were around his ankles, the dark, hard muscles of his thighs exposed to the cool, candlelit night. Pale hands skimmed up his legs, rosy pink lips following the same path to the pooling wetness matting the thick black curls at his apex.

“El…” a hoarse gasp rattled in his throat. “Please…”

“Yes?” she asked with an innocent tilt to her head, violet eyes shining with mischief in the darkened library, silent but for the hiss and pop of flickering torches. She ran idle fingers through the coarse hair, fluttering down to tease at moist folds and the swollen, hardening bud of his cock.

Krem’s teeth tore at his bottom lip, fists tightening at his sides with his knuckles pressed to the wood beneath him. “S-suck my cock...please…” he gritted out, then tossed his head back with a throaty cry when her mouth closed over him and sucked hard.

Ellana let him slip back out of her mouth with a silken wet pop, then turned more delicate attentions to the fiery bud; small, gentle strokes of her tongue circling the root and teasing the tip where it peeked from beneath its hood, her fingers holding dripping petals apart as she worked. Every few strokes she would drop a dainty kiss to the bundle of nerves and suckle at him a bit before returning to the light, tender touches of her tongue. Krem’s chest heaved, drawing short, ragged breaths into his lungs and his fingers clawed at the wooden bench as the pressure in his core tightened and radiated heat throughout him. The young man kept up a constant stream of swears, whispered under his breath, though he felt Ellana’s lips twitch into a smile against him so surely she must have heard. The strokes of her tongue turned broader, more forceful until she was lapping at him in a long wet line that flicked up over his cock and had his hips jolting upward with each repetition.

“Sweet fucking Maker, Ellana,” he gasped, one hand moving to bury his fingers in her hair.

Another groan swept through him when her mouth closed over him once again, and pulled. Her head began to bob with a gentle, shallow motion that had his eyes rolling back in his head and his thighs shaking uncontrollably. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked at him and continued bobbing her head over him, making delicious little noises in her throat as she did. Another slow lick had Krem panting out loud, his fingers digging into her hair and urging her on. “Suck me again…” he said in an authoritative rasp. “Suck me harder with those pretty lips…”

He felt completely ridiculous saying such a thing, but a delighted moan reverberated against him as Ellana complied with enthusiasm, rolling her tongue over him as she took him back into her mouth, sucking and pulling and flicking the little bundle of heat inside her mouth until Krem came with a scream and a jerk that nearly unseated him. She kept her mouth over him, her hands stroking his stomach and thighs in a soothing motion while he rode his orgasm out against her, his fists still twisted in her long red hair.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Shit. Maker, Ellana…”

She giggled with a shy, but proud expression as she wiped her dripping chin. “Solas says I have ‘the most deliciously sinful mouth’.”

“He’s right,” Krem said, still panting.

“So?” Ellana raised her eyebrows hopefully at Krem. “Will you be joining us?”

His answer was to snatch her up into his lap and capture her in a breathless kiss, swiping his tongue over her lips and tasting himself there. “Yes...Yes, Maker, yes. I want to taste every bit of you…” he murmured into their kiss. “I want to make you scream and watch you get fucked into the mattress while I ride that beautiful face…”

She giggled, cupping his cheeks in her hands and rubbing their noses together. “I can’t wait…” she whispered. “Solas will arrange a time for us. A few hours where we’ll be completely undisturbed. But for now…” Ellana’s voice trailed off as her fingers skimmed down the side of his neck. Krem arched into the touch with a light sigh.

“Don’t leave just yet,” he begged when she stirred from his lap, holding her by the hips. “Please, I want more of you…” Krem nestled his head against her stomach, wrapped his arms around her middle and held her gently.

The Inquisitor pressed a kiss to the top of his head and ran her fingers through his short, dark hair. “You’ll have to wait, I’m afraid…Solas will want to have a discussion about your boundaries first. It’s important to both of us that you feel comfortable and safe with us.” She tilted his chin up to meet her eyes. “I promise, the wait will be worth it.”

“I see you’ve spoken with our dear Inquisitor,” Solas was practically grinning when Cremisius visited him the next morning.

Krem scowled, knowing it wouldn’t be enough to conceal the blush that rose in his cheeks. “You could say that,” he dodged, hurling himself into a chair Solas had pulled up across the desk from his own. “Now about that...contract…?”

The older man unrolled a blank parchment in front of him, then nibbled a bit at the tip of his pen before dipping it into the inkwell, an action that drew Krem’s focus uncomfortably to soft lips and blunt teeth. “More like an agreement. You needn’t sign anything, and these notes are more for the benefit of memory than anything else. Now,” he leaned forward with an interested smile. “Let’s talk about what you like, to start with.”

Krem thought, shifting in his seat with an awkward shuffle. “I like...El…”

“Yes, I believe that has been established.”

He scowled again. “I like it when she sucks me off in the library, is that better?”

“It’s a start,” Solas chuckled, jotting something down. “Anything else? Or is oral sex where you draw the line?”

This time, Krem snorted, a derisive noise. “Hardly,” he challenged. “Ropes. I like to be tied up, and I also like doing the tying. I like spanking a girl’s arse until it’s red and shiny and she’s begging for my fingers inside her. I like biting and being bitten--”

Laughing, Solas held a large hand up to halt the stream of obscene acts flowing from Krem’s lips in excruciating detail. “Alright, alright. Why don’t we narrow it down to what you don’t like? What, for instance, am I forbidden from?”

The Tevinter didn’t have to think long on that. “Don’t touch my chest. At all. And you’re not to cum anywhere near me. Not inside me, not on my chest, nor my stomach, nor my face. Your cock stays the fuck away from my mouth or my cunt unless I specifically ask for it.” He took a breath, watching as Solas scribbled all this down with a scholarly, indifferent expression. “You can fuck me in the arse if you like, but other than that, fingers and mouth only.”

“Is that all?” the mage asked after a brief pause. At a nod from Krem, he continued. “And what of Ellana?”

A breath stuck in Krem’s throat. “Anything…” he whispered hotly. “She can do anything she likes. If I don’t like it, I’ll stop her...I just want to feel her all over me…” His eyelids fluttered at the mere thought of her writhing around on top of him, gasping and smiling and biting those rosebud lips of hers.

A deep chuckle interrupted his daydream. “Well, I think we’ll be able to manage that quite well. Ellana is quite enthused about this arrangement. Ropes, you said…” Solas fiddled with the pen between his fingers with a thoughtful expression. “I think I have just the thing in mind…”

Krem shifted in his chair, supremely uncomfortable with the predatory gleam in the mage’s eyes, for a number of reasons. The least of which was the flood of moisture in his smalls at that look. “Keep yourself available. Ellana and I will work out a time that suits our collective schedules and let you know when you may join us.”