#solas da

Despite its isolation, most nights at Skyhold weren't quiet. Most of the time you could hear the chatter from the rowdy patrons of Herald’s Rest or the ubiquitous murmur of prayers from the brothers and sisters of the chantry. But tonight wasn't most nights— Tonight, Skyhold seemed deserted of all signs of life.

You weren't used to this eerie silence. Having grown up in the wilds, you were used to the many noises of nature or, at the very least, the soft snoring of the members of your clan. But here in Skyhold your room was isolated high above everyone else, and you were restless. The quiet has left you alone with your thoughts, unable to sleep.

You’re stuck mulling over all your previous failures as inquisitor, all the things you could have done better, how many more people you could have saved—Guilt consumes your every fiber and there is no more potent deterrent from sleep.

You yearn for a distraction, some sort of release to yank you out of these unpleasant thoughts.

You do know of one other person who could be awake at this hour...

Solas.

You had been together for a while, but your relationship was still relatively new. You rarely got the time to be alone with each other, so your intimacy was limited to the occasional kiss or visit to your dreams. But you long for things to go… further.

Maybe tonight could be the night things went beyond just soft kisses and longing looks. After all, you’re not on duty as inquisitor at the moment, you’re free to do as you please— if only for the night.

You don a dressing robe over your sheer sleep clothes, to offer you some modesty as you roam the barren halls of Skyhold. The moonlight serves as your guide to Solas’s room, reaching his door and cautiously rapping your knuckles against the worn wood of it.

“Come in.” Solas’s groggy voice comes from the other side of the door, granting you permission.

You quickly make your way into his room, closing the heavy door behind you to grant the two of you some privacy.

“My heart, what are you doing awake at this hour?” Solas asks, sitting up in his chair.

He’s right where you knew you’d find him, at his desk pouring over what you presume to be some enchanted tome.

“I could ask you the same” you say as you make your way over to his desk, tracing your fingers on the cold, porcelain rim of the teacup resting on his desk “drinking tea too, it must be important.”

“Not really, I just simply do not wish to dream tonight— At least not yet…” Solas reasons, taking the cup in his lithe fingers and sipping its contents with a grimace.

“That sounds rather unusual, coming from you.” You question, perching yourself on his desk— Your knees bumping against his armchair.

Solas gives a quick chortle.

“I suppose you’re right, but not tonight— You still haven’t answered why you’re here.” Solas responds finally looking up from his reading and gazing in your direction. His eyes scan over your body, taking in your state of undress.

You wear a simple white nightgown with a dressing robe over it. It wasn’t revealing by any means, but Solas was used to seeing you in your field armor or your casual wear. This was his first time seeing you in something other. His pulse quickens as he rests a hand on your clothed knee.

“I can’t sleep, it’s too quiet.” You explain.

Solas’s lips form into a smile at your words.

“Wouldn’t that be the ideal condition for sleeping?” He coos.

“Not for me, it’s so…” You pause trying to find the right word “unsettling.”

“Why come here of all places?” Solas asks, coyly.

“Because I knew you would be the only other person awake… And I was hoping you could take my mind off things” you lean down, touching your lips to his.

You feel him kiss back as he runs his hand, on your knee, up your body to your cheek. You pull away, a girlish smile adorning your face.

“See, I feel better already.” You wrap your fingers over Solas’s hand as it rests on your face, moving his palm towards your lips and placing a gentle kiss on it.

“That was… Unexpected” Solas’s eyes are trained on yours, his pupils wide with pure desire.

“But not unpleasant, I hope.” You ask, timidly.

“Of course not, my vhenan. You just make a habit of surprising me is all” He smiles, a subtle flush donning his pale cheeks.

You chuckle, leaning back into him for another kiss. You guide his hand to your chest encouraging him to explore further down your body, Solas lets out a groan into your mouth as his hand makes contact with your breast. You take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. His tongue glides along yours, your body feels hot underneath his touch. You felt as if you could stay like this with him forever but, the aching between your legs reminded you of why you had come to his room tonight.

You pull away from him, his lips chase after yours in an attempt to regain the ecstasy of just moments prior. You place a gentle hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.

“Eager, aren’t we?” You breathe.

“You’ll have to forgive me, it’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this— But I must admit you make it quite difficult for me to stay… Composed” Solas breathed bringing his knuckles to your lips and tracing over them.

“What is it that I do that makes it so difficult?” You tease, bringing a hand to the drawstring tied into a bow at the front of your nightdress and pulling the end of it.

You release the garments fastenings, leaving your breasts exposed as the flimsy fabric comes undone and revealing them to Solas’s watchful eyes. His eyes fall to your bare chest, your nipples hardening as they meet the cool night air. His gaze is fixated on the plush flesh— It had been a long time since Solas had last been with a woman.

He prided himself on his self-control. He thought it was what separated him from the savages outside the fade but, at this moment he thinks the sight of your bare chest is enough to send him into a state of madness— Driven by his desire to touch you, to make you his.

You move the fabric from your gown out of the way so as not to obstruct his view.

“Is it things like this?” You exhale.

Solas opens his mouth, trying desperately to decide what to say next.

But before he can get the word out you crash your mouth against his— The kiss is a flurry of teeth and tongues there’s nothing gentle about this kiss, all restraint had faded and all that was left in its wake was unadulterated lust.

Solas stands from his chair without breaking his lips from yours, guiding your body to lie back on his desk.

He releases himself from your mouth and starts kissing down your neck, his lips searing into your already warm skin. Your mouth falls open, the soft gasps escaping from your lips far beyond your control— He had hardly even touched you, yet you felt that familiar pleasurable ache building between your legs.

Solas pauses his lips at your sternum, bringing his eager hands to your breasts and groping at them. He stares in awe as the soft skin of your chest spills between his fingers.

“My love, you’ll be the death of me yet…” Solas rasps before he leans his head back down to your chest. His plush lips trail over the skin of your breast with a low moan as he tastes the soft flesh.

It had been quite a while since you’d last been in a position like this, long before your time as inquisitor. Your flesh feels almost unexperienced, like it did the days of your girlhood before you’d been made a woman— You feel almost ready to come undone beneath his touch, your arousal practically soaking through your nightgown as it coats your slit.

A choked gasp claws its way from your throat as Solas runs his tongue over your pert nipple. You had yet to see this side of him, he was usually so gentle with you, too gentle— He often treated you as if you were some sort of porcelain statuette that was to be admired from afar, never touched. It’s a welcome change to see him like this, without restraint.

You let out a needy cry as Solas wraps lips around your nipple and gives it a gentle tug with his teeth.

Solas pulls away from your chest with a sly smile, causing a whine to form on your tongue before he takes your mouth in his once more.

“As much as I’m enjoying your sweet sounds, you’ll have to be quiet, my love— We might wake up the whole castle, if we’re not careful…” Solas breathes as he releases your lips.

Your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red at his words as Solas’s presses his lips to your skin once again. He trails sloppy kisses from your mouth back down to your chest. You bite down hard on your lip, trying to silence the noises coming from your throat.

You had craved for him to touch you in this way for so long— Every moment his hands weren’t on you was torture. Every chaste kiss, every brushing of hands when walking side to side, every night spent at camp next to each other with only the thin cloth of your tents separating you, it was all a test to your sanity. Now that you finally have him in your clutches, you don’t want to let go.

Solas grips the hem of your nightgown, hiking it up and exposing the smooth skin of your bare legs. His hand slips under the skirt of your nightgown as it pools at your waist, trailing his hand up your thigh until it reaches your hip. Solas lets out a groan as he feels that you’re not wearing any undergarments, blood rushing down towards his groin as he hardens in his trousers.

Your heat throbs, his hand so close yet so far from where you needed it the most. You take Solas’s face in your hands pulling him away from your breasts and guiding him back to your eyelevel.

You meet his gaze, lifting your nightgown up even further and exposing your wet core.

“Touch me, Solas— Please, I can’t take much more teasing.” You take his hand in yours, bringing it towards your entrance.

Solas’s eyes widen as he trails his hungry gaze to where his fingers meet your soaked folds— Your cunt visible to him under the dim candlelight of his room.

“You see what you do to me? Solas, I need you” You plead, crashing your lips back into his.

Your folds feel of velvet under Solas’s fingers as he traces his fingers up your slit, bringing them to stroke at your sensitive clit. Your hips writhe beneath his touch as you bring the back of your hand to your parted lips, trying to suppress all the needy noises that dance along your tongue.

Solas meets your gaze once again, taking in the pretty little face you make when you’re trying to hide your pleasure.

“I’ve never seen such beauty, in the fade or otherwise” Solas coos as he increases the pace of his fingers against your clit.

Your entrance clenching around nothing as he rubs at your most sensitive of place. Right now, all you want is him inside you— You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

You run your hands down Solas’s clothed chest, stopping at his clothed cock— You can feel his hardness straining against the thin fabric.

He lets out a groan as your fingers brush over him. He look into your eyes once more but something’s changed— You can barely see the pale violet in them anymore, just… darkness.

You know that look, you’ve seen it before…

It’s the look a wolf gives its prey, right before it’s about to be devoured.

“Make love to me, Solas. Please, take me. I need you.” You beg, looking straight into his starved gaze— You want him to be able to look into your eyes, into your very soul and know that you mean every word.

You love him and you want him to have every part of you.

Solas’s eyes widen at your words, suddenly there’s a different look in his eyes. No longer resembling a wolf’s— Now it was almost as if he was looking through you...

The hunger is gone and in its stead there’s a look of… pity.

You can’t tell who the pity was for, you or maybe himself but you’ve never felt more bare under his gaze.

He abruptly pulls his hands away from your body and pushes himself off you, turning away from your exposed form.

“I’m sorry, I can’t— Please, cover yourself up and leave...” Solas says plainly, not even sparing a glance in your direction as he sends you away.

You’re shocked not just by his words but by the coldness in them— He sounded so different from just a few moments ago when he was uttering soft praises into your ear.

You quickly adjust your clothing, covering yourself back up and getting off his desk before stepping closer to his turned back.

“Are you alright, did I do something wrong? Talk to me Solas.” Your voice wavers, a lump forming in your throat.

You can’t stand the thought that you might have overstepped his boundaries or said the wrong thing and ruined one of the only good things that has happened to you since you became inquisitor.

“I’m sorry, my love, I just can’t do this… Not with you… Now I think it would be best if you left, I need to be alone… Dareth shiral.” Solas says, his farewell feeling empty.

Tears sting at your eyes, threatening to spill and make you look like an even bigger fool. Your lip quivers as you open your mouth to say something, anything… But all that comes out is a choked whimper.

You feel frozen, like your feet were stuck to the spot you stand. You wish the floor would open and swallow you whole or for the eleven gods, shit, or even for the maker himself to strike you down— But your prayers are ignored.

It takes all your strength to muster the will to take a step towards the door, when suddenly you’re struck by a wave of shame— You’ve never felt so stupid. You’re overcome with the need to leave. You feel as though if you stay one more second in his presence your heart will stop beating and you’ll fall dead at Solas’s feet.

You rush towards the door leading to the main hall, quickly shutting the door behind you as you storm out of his room. Your knees waver, you feel as though you’ll collapse in front of his door, but you manage to hold yourself up. The tears you’ve been holding finally fall in salty droplets down your cheek. A sob racks through you as you clasp your hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet it. The stone wall of Skyhold had never felt more suffocating, you need to get out.

You spot the door to the gardens, on occasion you like to go out there and sit amongst the trees and greenery and pretend you were back home with the dalish, it’s one of the only places in the castle where you could truly allow your mind to go blank— exactly what you need. You figure that at this time of night the gardens should be empty, so you can at least spill your tears in peace. You stumble towards the door, struggling to quell your whimpers.

As soon as you open the door the cool night air of Skyhold laps at you like waves against a rocky coast. You welcome it into your lungs and let it replace the stuffy air that fills your heaving chest. You stagger through the courtyard leading to the center of the garden, stopping when you come face to face with one of the statues of Andraste that adorned the area. At that moment you finally allow your knees to give in. You collapse at the statue’s feet, letting the hot tears you’d been trying to hold in escape and run freely down your face and onto the ground beneath you.

Your body shakes with the force of your sobs as you look up through your tear-soaked lashes at Andraste’s impassive face. You feel pathetic, people called you her Herald and yet here you were brought to your knees by a man. People saw you as something akin to a god, you were supposed to be their savior, steadfast and level-headed but, currently you felt like you’d deceived them all. You feel like nothing more than a fraud.

Would the Herald of Andraste be sniveling at the mere thought that the man she loved didn’t love her back?

Your eyes remain trained on her face, it felt like her stone eyes were staring right at you. Like Andraste herself lived within the statue and disapproved of who she saw before her, a weak, pathetic little girl who wanted to run home. You cast down your eyes in shame, you’ve never felt more unworthy of your title.

“Inquisitor?” A voice cuts through quiet ambience of the courtyard, causing your head to snap in its direction.

“Cullen?” you question, surprised to see he was the one standing above you— especially at this time of night.

“Inquisitor, are you alright?” Cullen asks, concerned.

“Yes, sorry, I’m just being silly” You sniffle out, attempting to push off the ground.

Cullen extends his arm towards you, offering his hand to help you up. You hesitantly place your muddied palm in his and allow him to pull you onto your feet. You stumble closer to him as you try to find your footing.

You look down at yourself and find that your once white gown was now grass stained and soiled by the dirt covering the base of Andraste’s statue. You quickly retract your hand from his, attempting to brush off the dirt that had gathered on your gown, you’re embarrassed that he’s caught you in such a state covered in mud and sniveling like a sulky child. You were sure that the gardens would be empty and yet here he is gazing upon you in pity.

“What are you doing out here at this hour, Commander?” you ask, trying to steady your voice and wipe the tears from your eyes with your sleeve.

“I was honing my skills” Cullen says gesturing towards the chess table placed under the stone gazebo “…Would you care to join me for a game? I believe I’m still owed a rematch since we last played.”

You smile at Cullens words, grateful he seems to be graciously ignoring your present condition.

“Prepare the board, commander.” You reply.

You walk over to the chess table, Cullen walking over to one of the chairs at the table and pulling it out for you to sit. You mutter a small thank you to him and take a seat as he pushes your chair back in and he takes his seat across from you, setting up the board.

“Would you care to talk about what’s troubling you?” Cullen asks sheepishly as he finishes setting up the board.

“Nothing’s troubling me, it’s stupid really— I just… I would prefer not to talk about it.”  You blurt out, your attempt at composure is faltering.

You were sure that if Cullen knew that your condition was the result of matters of the heart, he’d think you idiotic. You were inquisitor, you had a whole nation to worry about, yet you were weeping over the rejection of your lover.

“Alright, I apologize for asking— I know you’re the inquisitor and all but, you can talk to me. It’s a difficult position you’re in, trust me, I know. It must feel like you’re carrying the entire inquisition on your back. If there’s anything I can do to help relieve your burden please, let me know.” Cullen says in earnest.

The worry in his voice makes you feel even more ashamed of being upset by something so menial compared to the threat you’ve all been fighting. You cast down your gaze to the chess board, thinking about what you can say to quell his worries.

“Thank you, Cullen. That’s not what’s bothering me, I can handle my duties— It’s something more… personal.” You respond reluctantly.

“Oh…” Cullen pauses for a moment, taking his turn on the board as he thinks about what to say.

“I can handle personal. You’ve been very helpful and patient with me and my… Issues. I’d be glad to get the chance to return the favor.” He says, giving you a soft smile.

You look up from the chess pieces and meet eyes with Cullen. You could tell he was concerned about you, and you couldn’t say that what happened with Solas wasn’t eating away at the back of your mind. You would like to confide in someone about it and Cullen seems sincere in his want to help, maybe it wouldn’t hurt for him to lend a listening ear.

“Well, it’s just that… Do you think me as attractive in an… intimate sense? What I mean is… Do I look like someone you would lay with?” You ask, before you can consider the implications of asking him a question like that.

“Oh, Inquisitor, I-” Cullen looks away from you and down at his lap.

Suddenly the weight of what you just asked hits you in full force, heat blooming in your cheeks and the tips of your pointed ears. You don’t know what possessed you to ask him a question like that. You weren’t usually so clumsy with your words, especially not after joining the inquisition and yet you’ve just managed to make a complete and utter fool of yourself once again.

“Oh, god’s I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you that I- I have no idea why I did” You rush to explain.

“I think you are a very beautiful woman-” Cullen starts.

“But you don’t find me attractive in that way. I understand, I completely understand I shouldn’t have asked. Please forget I said any-” You ramble trying to rectify the situation.

“No, please let me finish.” Cullen cuts you off before you can finish what you were saying.

You quiet yourself and look up at Cullen. Even in the dead of night you can see his cheeks are flushed red and he looks almost… flustered.

“I- I do find you attractive in the way you speak of… but I thought you were enjoying the company of someone else at the moment, namely another elf.”

“If you’re referring to Solas then, I thought I was…” You pause to collect yourself, tearing your gaze away from Cullen’s once more and looking down at your lap— You can feel those pesky tears forming at the corners of your eyes again.

“But I don’t think he sees me in that way… he refused me and threw me out of his quarters tonight and well, shortly after that is when you found me on the ground, weeping— I guess I’m not as tough as I appear to be.” You let out a humorless chuckle at your own words, you really had thought you were stronger.

“Well forgive me but, he must be a fool to have refused you and an even bigger idiot to have thrown you out. If you… If you were mine, I couldn’t imagine not wanting you.” Cullen reaches for your hand on the table for a moment before deciding against it and placing it back on the table.

Your breath hitches at his words as you look up at him with wide eyes, your heart feeling like it’s about to burst from your chest.

“Cullen, I don’t know what to say.”  You breathe.

You really don’t, his words touch you deeply but, you don’t even know if you and Solas are still together or not…

“You don’t have to say anything— We should finish our game, I believe it’s your turn”

You make your move, taking his king— Once again, you come out the victor.

“It looks like you’ve bested me again, I’m going to have to put in more practice if I want to have a chance of beating you.” Cullen smirks.

“Don’t flatter me, you let me win.” You chuckle.

“I did no such thing— you wound me deeply putting my honor into question like that.” Cullen gasps, feigning offense at your words.

You laugh for a while longer before silence falls between the two of you. Your smile falters as you realize that your chess match has concluded, which means there was no reason for the two of you to be in the garden together any longer.

“That went by rather quickly…” You murmur.

“Yes, I suppose it did, I guess we should probably be getting back to our quarters now… Goodnight inquisitor.” Cullen says as he gets up from his chair and walks over to you, extending his hand to help you from your seat.

You take his arm, standing from your chair but your hand lingers in his— He looks at you with curious eyes.

“Cullen I- I really don’t want to be by myself right now— Would you humor me and walk around the castle with me just for a while… Please.” You plead, the prospect of being alone now with nothing but your own thoughts was truly terrifying and Cullen’s presence lifted your spirits— maybe more than it should.

“It would be my pleasure to walk with you— I’d like to take you to one of my favorite places within Skyhold, If that’s okay with you of course.” Cullen says as his grip gently tightens around your hand.

“I would love nothing more.” You smile, lacing your fingers with his.

You let Cullen guide you to the Stairs opposite the Gazebo, leading you through the long corridors until you reach a door leading to one of the towers.

“This is your favorite place in Skyhold?” You question.

“Well from down here you can’t appreciate it properly, we have to climb to the top.” Cullen chuckles.

The two of you climb up the ladders leading to the top part of the tower, reaching the top Cullen walks you over to the ledge.

“I like to come here when I don’t want to be found. It’s one of the highest points in Skyhold, you can see everything from up here. I guess it makes me feel… Safe.” Cullen explains, looking towards the vast mountains in the distance.

“The view up here is quite beautiful, you can even see my room from up here.” You say looking in the direction of your quarters— From here, you have an unobstructed view of your balcony.

“I know.” Cullen says, offering a gentle smile.

“Oh?” You ask coyly, a grin spreading on your face.

“Oh Maker, I didn’t mean it like that, forgive me. What I meant was that when I come here and it’s just me and my thoughts after a while it can get… lonely. And when I look towards your quarters, sometimes I can see candlelight coming through the windows and it makes me feel… less lonely.” Cullen clarifies, a tinge of red creeping onto his face.

“Kiss me.”

 The words spill out of you before your brain has any time to stop them, though you doubt it would’ve helped because right now all you can think is how his lips would feel against yours.

“Inquisitor-” Cullen stutters.

You crash your lips against his before he can finish his words.

Cullen stumbles back slightly in surprise at your abrupt actions before instinct quickly overtakes him and he wraps his arms around you. His body presses against yours, causing you to moan into the kiss as the cold metal of his chest plate presses flush against your thinly clothed breasts. Arousal clouds your senses as your cunt throbs desperately between your legs. You feel like an animal in heat, completely helpless to your desire. You bite at Cullen’s bottom lip, inviting him to deepen the kiss.

Cullen pulls his touch away from you, breaking the kiss.

“We shouldn’t do this— your mind is still on Solas.” Cullen reasons.

You reach up and cup Cullens cheek.

“Cullen, I need you. I need you to help make this feeling go away. I feel so… empty. But you, you make me feel good. Please don’t leave me, let me make you feel good too. We can make it so neither of us has to be lonely.” You say, leaning forward and resting your cheek against his chest— The thumping rhythm of his heart filling your ear.

“Please touch me…” You plead. You felt pathetic resorting to begging but, the alternative of him leaving you by yourself seemed so much worse. Pride be damned you were willing to grovel if you had to.

You slip your palm down from his cheek and take a hold of his hand, guiding him to slip his hand beneath your neckline and towards your breasts. You place your hand on top of his and squeeze resulting in his own hand fondling your breast. Cullen lets out a throaty groan at your actions. You lift your head from his chest, standing on your tip-toes to lay gentle kisses on the exposed areas of his neck.

“Andraste preserve me. Inquisitor you make it hard for a man to resist you… Please tell me one thing truthfully, do you want me the way I want you?” Cullen asks, lifting his other hand to brush wayward strands of hair away from your face.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked— I want you, Cullen.” You utter against his skin.

You take a step away from him, your back pressing against the rough stone of the battlements. You reach for the neckline of your nightgown, dipping your fingers beneath it pushing it off your shoulders. The gown falls from your body along with the robe and both pool at your feet.

Cullen’s breath hitches at the sight of your naked body. You press yourself against him once more, your small frame overwhelmed by his as you press your lips to his. All restraint leaves Cullen’s body and he pins you against the battlements, running a hand down your body and cupping your bare cunt. You gasp into the kiss as the Cullens cold, gloved fingers make contact with your slick folds.

“I’m sorry, is this okay?” Cullen asks, pulling away from your lips and stilling his touch on you.

“Yes. It’s perfect, don’t stop.” You breathe, widening your stance to allow Cullen’s hand to explore more of you.

Cullen removes his hand from your heat, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. Cullen smirks at your reaction as he quickly pulls the gloves from his hands, throwing them on the ground with a loud clang. He takes your face in his hands, feeling the heated skin of your flushed cheeks beneath his bare palms.

“You are… exquisite. I can’t believe this is actually happening. I thought the maker had stopped answering my prayers, but here you are.” Cullen sighs.

His hands fall to his belt, undoing the buckle before pulling his pants down and allowing his straining hardness to escape the confines of them.

Your eyes widen at the size of him, you’ve had lovers in the past, but they were all elves from your clan— his member was much larger than any elves’. But you can’t lie, the thought of your walls stretched impossibly wide around him thrilled you. You’re not sure he would even fit within you.

You dip your hands between your bodies, stroking at his cock— Cullen lets out a groan, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he relishes the feeling of your touch on his throbbing flesh.

“Oh, maker’s breath-” Cullen gasps, his large figure trembling against yours.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me Cullen, take me.” You breathe against Cullen’s heated skin.

Cullen’s eyes darken at your words, all inhibitions seemingly lost as he wantonly gropes at your bare breasts. His large hands overtaking your small frame as he explores the wonders your body holds, how long he had dreamt of this— He would make the most out of this moment of carnal weakness, after all he might only have this one chance to have you…

His hands trail over every inch of your exposed flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake as your skin shivers under his lustful touch. He pins your body against the rough stone wall of the battlements, your body trapped against his towering figure.

His fingers graze against yours as he takes hold of his manhood. You trail your hands to his broad shoulders, tangling your fingers in the furs of his armor as you brace yourself.

He rubs the tip of his engorged member against your tiny cunt, your folds slick and velvety against the flush skin of his aching cock. His boyish enthusiasm gets the best of him as he rams his entire length in your entrance with one fell thrust of his hips, relishing in the feeling of your warm, tight walls engulfing him— You’re all he’s ever wanted.

“Gods… I think you’ve split me in half.” You joke through a wince. You were filled to the brim with him, you think you’re stretched to your very limits.

“Oh maker, I’m so sorry— I-I shouldn’t have- Are you alright?” Cullen fusses, cupping your face in his hands again as he examines your flush face as your brows knit together as your pain mixes with pleasure.

“I’m fine, just keep still for a second— You’re quite large, much larger than I’ve ever had…” You chuckle, leaning into Cullen touch as he cradles your tense body.

“Thank you…” Cullen mutters, a deeper shade of crimson creeping up on his already flushed cheeks.

“Don’t let that go to your head, commander.” You purr, with a coquettish grin.

“I’ll try not to, no matter how difficult that may be” Cullen breathes, leaning down to kiss your lips once more.

“You can move now...” You pant, breathless against his lips as you touch your sweaty forehead to his.

Cullen’s hand falls to your squirming hips, holding them in place as he hesitantly pulls himself from you before thrusting back in. Your head falls back exposing the warm expanse of your neck to the kiss of chilled night air as the ridges of him drag along your fluttering walls.

His hand trails to your ass, grabbing a greedy handful of the plump flesh as he loses himself inside of you, moving your body as if you weighed nothing as he bounces you on his cock at a frantic pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty battlements as he slammed his hips into yours, each thrust punctuated by a whiny moan and an incoherent string of gratitude for allowing him to do this to you.

He was a man gone feral, lost to the seemingly otherworldly pleasure your body provided him. His bristled hairs rub against your swollen clit every time he buries himself within the depths of your cunt— The sensation already has you clawing at the edge as your nails scratch at the cold, metal plate of armor covering his chest.

“I’m close, Cullen, don’t stop!” You moan, all thoughts of Solas gone from your mind as you allow the building tightness in your core to snap and pleasure to course through your body.

Your wetness drips around him, collecting at the light, coarse hairs gathered at the base of his cock. The vice grip of your walls as you come around him is all Cullen needs to send him over the edge— He comes deep within you, your pulsating walls milking out every last drop of his seed as he drains the contents of his painfully, heavy balls into your womb.

His hands cling to you as your bodies writhe against each other in ecstasy, not wanting to let go of you ever again.

“That was amazing, it was… everything I could’ve ever hoped for” Cullen exhales, pressing his parted lips to your damp brow and tasting the salt of your skin.

“You’re sweet, I’m sure you’ve had much better lovers” You tease, a soft whine leaving your throat as he gently pulls his softening member from your now over-sensitive walls.

“No.” Cullen blushes, endearment clear in eyes as he gazes into yours.

You feel guilt rip through your chest like a dagger through the heart, you can’t believe you’ve just allowed yourself to take advantage him like this— he’s a good man, a good commander, and a good friend. You can’t bear to lose him over the idiotic burning in your loins. You care for him, you could even love him but… your heart also yearns for Solas.

You push the unpleasant thoughts down, masking your worries with a playful look as you avert your eyes from his.

“I can barely feel my legs, I have no idea how I’m supposed to get all the way up there.” You quip, looking up towards your room as it towers over the rest of Skyhold.

“I’ll carry you! It’s my fault, after all” Cullen rushes out, his ears burning with culpability as he looks down at your heaving body— his seed beginning to leak from between your thighs.

“I’d like that.” You smile, allowing him to gather your garments off the floor and place them back on your body.

He slides his hands under your legs and lifts you into his sturdy arms, holding you close to his chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. You close your eyes, inhaling his pleasant, musky scent.